Kleptomania | Billie Eilish

Three

Maddie

"What are you seriously like? Tell me everything about you," Billie obliges.

"Good luck cracking me open like that, it's not that easy," I snort. I kick some dirt in front of me. Both of us are sitting on the edge of the track, we've been here for about an hour. It's pitch black except for two dinky lampposts standing on the edge of the deep woods lighting up the track. Plus the car lights.

"Okay fine. Tell me something about you, anything."

I raise my brows, "uhh, anything?"

"Yup, it can be anything. Literally fucking anything Maddie," she laughs.

I hate telling people shit about me. Even if it's a simple fun fact or literally just my favorite color. I like to stay hidden and for others to make assumptions about me for themselves. Most people, don't like others assuming shit about them, but I live for it.

"I'm good," I respond then look out at the city lights in front of us.

"C'mon... two truths and a lie?" she suggests.

"What are we? 11?" I roll my eyes.

"It's a good game to learn something about someone new stupid. And not to brag or anything but I'm damn good at it. I'll go first."

She shifts her body more towards me and now her knees are gently touching my own. The slight touch causes me to breathe a little harder. I feel nervous but still, keep eye contact and try not to drift. I do not want her to know she making me nervous this quickly.

"I hate drugs and alcohol and have never tried any of it."

The first statement almost makes me laugh aloud but I hold it in. I don't know anything about Billie but she seems like a stoner.

She continues, "...I've been vegan and gluten-free since 2014 and I grew up in New York, Syracuse specifically."

I nod, "easy. Not to be stereotypical or anything but you seem like you do drugs every day of the week. So the drugs one is the lie."

She shakes her head, "nope, you lost. Never touched a drug or taken a sip of alcohol in my life."

My mouth almost falls open, "seriously?!" she nods with a smirk. "Well... that was a surprise."

"I hate that shit man fucks with you for the rest of your life. I'm probably the only teenager who's 100% sober."

"Nah, I highly doubt that. It's seriously the best decision for the long term effects but I haven't made that decision for myself," I admit.

"Gross dude, stop that shit now before you're living on the streets."

I ignore her comment, "so what was the lie?"

"I was born and raised here, in Los Angeles, not Syracuse."

"God, if I lived here my entire life I'd leave the second I had the chance. No offense or anything but this place kinda sucks."

She laughs, "non taken and 'kinda sucks?' this place blows hard. But at the same time, I have a strong attachment to it, you know? It'll be hard to leave since all my childhood memories are here."