Billie Eilish Imagines

New Girl

I swear I'm never fucking having kids.  

You eyed the screaming child as you stood behind the counter with a somewhat blank expression on your face. 

Working at the local juice bar for the summer had seemed like such a fantastic idea, until you realized it solely consisted of both dealing with and cleaning up after little kids and bratty teenagers alike.

You grabbed a wet rag and went to clean one of the sticky tables while you waited for more customers to arrive. Just then, you felt your phone buzz in your pocket pulled it out to check it. 

Unknown: Hey we have a new employee coming in at 6 for training and Danielle can't make her shift tonight. Think you could work a double?

You groaned as you stared down at the message. 

Why me, God? 

It wasn't like you really had a choice though, so you texted back that sure, you could do that, even though you really didn't want to. 

At least whoever this new employee was would actually get trained properly, considering Danielle didn't do much during her shift besides stand in the corner and tap away on her phone anyway. 

You shoved your phone back into your pocket and finished cleaning tables until you heard the door chime open, signaling for you to return to your station. 

It turned out to be a pretty busy afternoon, making the time go by faster which you were thankful for. 

Before you knew it, 6 o'clock had passed and there was no sign of whoever was supposed to be coming in. Five minutes went by, then ten, then fifteen. 

Weird. 

After a while you happened to glance out into the parking lot and noticed an expensive looking black car pulling into a space. Maybe that was them. It better be, because you weren't about to work the closing shift alone. 

Before you could get a good look at the driver, however, you were distracted by a middle aged woman who had walked up and was loudly proclaiming that you had given her the opposite of what she asked for, which definitely wasn't true. 

As you calmly tried to explain to her that you weren't allowed to give refunds and she couldn't get a new drink without paying, the door chimed again and you glanced up out of habit. 

Your breathing shifted a little as you watched a girl around your age with dark hair and memorizing features swing the door open, practically gliding into the room. Your eyes raked over her outfit, which was like nothing you'd ever really seen before, and surely not on a girl. 

She was draped in an oversized tshirt and matching baggy shorts that had a unique graffiti-style design painted across them, paired with chunky black sneakers that had red laces.

When she ran a hand through her messy hair and you noticed she also had long, neon green acrylics which heavily contrasted her somewhat masculine attire. 

Her gaze immediately met yours and you gulped, somehow unable to break your stare from her seemingly translucent, crystal colored eyes. 

"Excuse me, are you even listening?" 

You zoned back in on reality as the woman before you stood with a hand on her hip, glaring at you. 

"Um, yeah, sorry... what did you say you wanted?" 

She told you and you turned around to make her the new drink, knowing full well you'd have to be the one to pay for it. 

"Here you go." You handed it to her with the best fake smile you could muster and she simply rolled her eyes before walking away.