billie eilish imagines

chicken

"pssst...y/n,"  a whisper came from the wooden bed across the room from mine.

despite hearing my dorm roommate, billie, clear as day, i chose not to respond considering it was 3 in the morning, and i had an 8 am class in a few hours.

we were both still slightly intoxicated from a party earlier that night, which made me figure she'd tire herself out eventually and give up on trying to get my attention.

"y/n, i fucking know you're awake, answer me,"  she said, raising her voice above a whisper this time.

"what, billie! what could you possibly want at this time?" i sat up against my headboard, annoyed.

she chuckled, not taking my aggression personally,

"let's play a game," she suggested.

i tried to find her face in the darkness that prevented me from seeing her, but could only make out her silhouette.

"are you fucking kidding me?" i snapped, "do you see the time?" i could already feel a headache forming, due to both billie and the killer hangover i was expecting to visit me soon.

"i'm gonna need you to drop the attitude,
mamas," she bit back, causing me to roll my eyes, "it's just a game. neither of us can sleep, so we might as well pass the time."

"fine," i huffed, "what game, idiot?"

with that, i felt a thump, signaling that she'd jumped off of her bed. although i couldn't see her clearly due to the darkness, i heard tiny feet scurrying across the wooden floor over to my side of the room before my eyes made out her body climbing onto my bed.

she leaned over to turn on the lamp resting on my bedside table, then positioned herself criss-cross applesauce.

the lighting, although dim, allowed her sharp, blue eyes to finally meet mine. i took in her appearance while i had the chance - smudged mascara underneath her eyes, flushed cheeks from the alcohol, a ponytail holding up her long, silver hair, and an extremely oversized black t-shirt which contrasted the tight, party clothes i'd seen her in a couple hours prior to our current situation.

prioritizing our sleep more, neither of us were keen on getting fully un-ready after college events, so seeing billie in her "bum" state was not unfamiliar to me. i mentally congratulated her for even finding the motivation to change.

coming out of my thoughts, i made eye contact with her once more only to find a smile plastered on her face for at least a minute before she finally spoke,

"have you ever played chicken?"

i groaned and went from sitting upright to leaning against my headboard. this was going to be a long night, but then again, when was it not when it came to billie?

"what, are you in middle school?" i teased her.

she shoved my shoulder, "i'm serious! you, me,   together on this very bed, getting as close to each other as possible until one of us chickens out. and i'm not a pussy, so it won't be me..." she trailed out,

"who said it's gonna be me?" i raised an eyebrow up at her, "i'm not afraid of much when i'm intoxicated,"

she smirked and flicked her hair over her shoulder, "let's find out then,"

i shuffled my body towards hers and copied her criss-cross sitting pattern. we both looked directly into each other's eyes, and her intensity made me giggle.

"3...2..." her eyes flicked towards my lips to watch them finish the countdown, "1."

i figured it'd be easier to let her do all of the work and just focus on not backing out , so i intently watched her movements as she leaned towards me. this game was dumb enough as it is, i sure as hell wasn't going to let her win.