Billie Eilish Imagines

Devilish

smut

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Please just let me have a normal roommate. 

That's the only thought that circled your mind as you lugged your suitcase up to your designated cabin, praying your living situation didn't turn out like last summer's had. 

The year prior you'd ended up being stuck with a bratty, blonde-haired girl who looked like a miniature Karen, and acted like one too. She was always giving you dirty looks for seemingly no reason, and only spoke once to tell you that you should spend more time reading the assigned scriptures rather than doodling in your journal. You'd flashed her your middle finger in response, causing her to gasp and stomp off to the counselors to complain. Of course, no one took her seriously. 

Still, you could stand to live without all that drama again. 

You glanced between the crumpled brochure in your hand and the surrounding cabins, quickly locating cabin #4. 

You climbed the creaky wooden steps and stepped onto the front porch, rolling your eyes at the Welcome to Bible Camp! sign stapled to the door, as if you needed another reminder. You tore it down and scanned over the list of activities for the evening printed below the bolded letters.

Luckily, you knew from experience which ones you could avoid. 

In the top right corner there were two names printed in sharpie; yours and then right beneath it  a 'Billie O'Connell'. 

You shrugged and crumpled the paper in your fist as you stuck your key in the door, realizing whoever this Billie was must not have arrived yet. 

You breathed a small sigh of relief as you walked in and shut the door, taking the bed closest to the window. 

It was unlikely that you'd be getting much time alone from now on, so you decided to take advantage of it and begin unpacking rather than immediately go down to the dining hall for a late lunch. 

After some struggling, you managed to pry open a window and let in a breeze as you slowly emptied your luggage, humming to yourself in the process. As much as you hated being here, you were thankful that this would be the last time, since you were turning eighteen at the end of summer and graduating in a year. Then you could finally start fresh. 

Just as you were zipping back up your empty suitcase and shoving it under the bed, you heard the door creak open behind you, turning around just in time to meet eyes with a girl you'd never seen before.

She had shoulder-length dyed black hair and was dressed in chains and baggy clothing, catching you a little off guard. She definitely didn't look like she belonged there. But then again, neither did you. Still, it almost made you wonder if she had gotten lost somehow, even though you knew that couldn't be true. 

You awkwardly got up off your knees and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear as you faced her, your heartbeat quickening for reasons unbeknownst to you. 

She gave you a simple nod of acknowledgment before tossing her things to the side and flopping down on the opposite bed, looking towards the ceiling. 

You turned around and busied yourself by adjusting your bedding, not knowing whether to talk to her or just sit there or even leave. She filled the space with an odd sort of energy that you couldn't quite place, and you weren't sure if it was good or bad. 

After a minute you finally worked up the courage to try and talk to her, but when you spun around she was already looking at you, her eyes tracing over your body. 

"Y/N, right?" She said, glancing at the name tag on your chest that everyone was forced to wear throughout the first week. 

You nodded, glancing at her own nametag. Sure enough, it read Billie, written in wildly different handwriting than the sign on the door.