Delinquent // Billie Eilish

seven

i stir in bed a little as i began to get up. i rub my eyes tiredly, soon realizing i'm not on billie's chest anymore. her arms were wrapped closely around my torso and her chin rested on my head, as if i were little spoon.

cautiously, i turned the other way so i faced her.

her chest was slowly rising and fallen as she snores softly. her plump lips were parted slightly, eyes closed blissfully showcasing her naturally blonde eyelashes.

if i didn't know any better, i'd think she was an angel sent from heaven.

but in all actuality, the girl before me probably preferred the darkest depths of hell than the bright, joyful clouds in up in heaven.

nevertheless, she was a sight to see. so infatuated by her appearance, i almost forgot about how hard my head was pounding from my hangover.

unable to get up, i stayed put, continuing to adore her.

her eyebrow twitched as she slept, making me focus my attention on her left one. a few hairs stood up on the beginnings of it, the rest laid perfectly.

i reached my hand up to lightly brush over it. just as i thought, nothing happened. it remained in its same position.

moving her mint blue hair out of the way, i cupped her cheek and gently kissed her. god knows she wouldn't endorse in such a soft action, but to my surprise she invited it with open arms; kissing me back.

her eyes fluttered open and she hummed, cracking a smile.

"you're eyebrows are adorable,"

"you're adorable. kissing me 'n shit, while i'm sleeping." she smiled wider, a yawn coming in shortly after.

my head pounded a bit more intensely and i needed painkillers immediately.

i began to get up, but was stopped, billie pulling me closer to her. "nope."

i whined, "billie, my head hurts like a bitch."

she leaned forward and kissed my forehead. "better?"

i felt the same, but i guess staying in bed a little longer would do me just fine.

a comfortable silence arose, not including the sound of the birds chirping outside of my window.

a few minutes later, she sighed and suddenly asked a question i didn't know how to answer.

"why're you doing this to me?"

i laughed quietly, assuming it was some sort of joke but she didn't laugh back. she was serious.

"doing what?" i felt uneasy just thinking about her upcoming response.

"you're making me soft." was all she said, an unreadable expression on her face.

before i could further the conversation, i heard a knock on my door. "madi?"

billie's eyes widened and she rolled off the bed, going under it as quickly as possible.

i attempted to get up, but i didn't realize how sore i was so it took a little longer than it should've to unlocked the door for my mom.

she walked in and instantly scrunched her nose.
"heavens," she exclaimed.

"what's that smell? it's a little sweaty..." her face distorted with disgust.

obviously, it was because of the excessive lesbian sex i was having last night but that was the last thing she needed to know. so instead, i said "i took a shit this morning."

which was a decent excuse, seeing that i had a bathroom in my room.

"language." she said, and i had to hold in another laugh. wait until she hears the things that comes out of billie's mouth...