Billie Eilish X Male OC

q-rw

Yall remember when i said imma be re-writting my old shit? Here's the first one apart of my newly profound journey to turn my old shit into less shitty shit

Rw in the title means it's been re written

So there was this guy

His name was brandon

I didn't exactly know if i liked him or not. He seemed like a nice and chill guy from the couple times i'd met him. But there would be times where billie would call me crying because of something he did or said.

There would be times where bil would say something along the lines of 'he was kissing another girl at a party' or 'he cheated on me' and this happened often.

At one point i would get a distressed call from bil about 4 times a week.

After this i had come to the conclusion that i didn't like him.

We were at a party one evening, and i would subconsciously death glare at him, so i had to constantly tell myself, 'stahpppppp he's gonna beat your skinny ass uppp'

I gotta pee.

I thought to myself. I got up and looked for billie because i had never been to the house the party was held in. The walls looked foregin to me but it was easy to spot her neon green roots in the crowd.

There was always something that i couldn't understand about how billie made me feel.

When i was around her, my stomach would twist and contort in nervousness, i felt physically ill. My face go hot and i couldn't help but smile. The floor seemed to sway beneath my feet as she put me in some sort of trance as i had the stupidest child like grin. I didn't understand it.

Look, i'm not saying she's a siren, but hear me out. She has a beautiful alluring voice. Have you ever heard anyone not sing along to one of her songs? Before you answer, no you've not. And her face- and her body- and her personality- oh my fucking god her personality-
Oh my fucking god her face-

But i don't, like, like her or anything...
I mean don't get me wrong i love her with all my heart and would kill god just to make her happy, i would literally murder god and walk skipping and singing backwards into the gates of hell if it put a smile on her face- but i don't like... love love her or anything...

Back to the story-

I saw her in the crowd. 1, because she's kind of hard to miss if we're being honest. With her neon green roots and her fucking beautiful goddess-like face-

And 2, because i'm like 6"10 or something.

The crowd loosened up once some guy brought the alcohol out.

I took this opportunity to gently grab her wrist. Her head shot to look up at me. She seemed alert and on edge.
Her eyes were wide and worried.

My eyebrows furrowed in concern. "Hey, are you okay?" I asked, softly holding her wrist.

She winced softly and looked down. I could see tears brimming in her eyes. "W-what? Yeah..-" she cleared her throat "-yeah i'm fine"

OhmygodWhatthefuckWasshecuttingagainOhMyFuckingGodIsshefuckingcuttingagainholyshitthisisallmyfaultHolyFuckisitbecauseiarrivedonly50minnutesearlytoherbirthdayinsteadofmynormal1houreatlierOhmygodwasQhurtingherholyshitimgonnakillthatsonofabitchbilliewouldbesomuchhappierifshewaswithme-

Thoughts were racing through my head, ricocheting off the inside of my skull. Was this my fault. It was definitely my fault. Fuck i can't do anything right-