Metathesiophobia || Billie Eilish

Chapter 6

"We are now preparing to land in Los Angelos Airport. The weather currently is-," the pilot says, waking me out of my slumber. I yawn, stretching my limbs out and hearing my body's satisfying cracking sounds. I quickly run to the bathroom to fix my hair while chewing a mint and by the time I return to my seat, the seatbelt sign just turned on, signaling that we're about to land.

As I'm waiting to get my suitcase at baggage reclaim, my mind starts making up irrational scenarios of the inevitable meeting. Fortunately, but unfortunately, mine comes rolling towards me on the carousel. I take a deep breath as I adjust the grey sweatpants that I just now realized are my common go to clothing item as well as a assortment of designer sneakers (the only item I care to spend money on), I tighten my grip on the handle of my suitcase before starting the walk to arrivals.

I scan the sea of people at arrivals who are all waiting for their customer or perhaps their loved one to walk through these doors, I came to the realization that I have no idea who's picking me up and the only communication I have with them is through the company. Just as I'm about to e-mail the company, ready to look like a complete idiot, I thank the universe my name is largely printed on a piece of paper, held by a bulky looking man in a suit who's looking more and more intimidating the more I look at him. I walk over to him and his attention snaps from looking at the door to the small girl standing in front of him.

"Are you Felton Vanderbilt?" he asks, the deep tone of his voice startling me for a moment.

"Yea-Yes," I croak out. I've never stuttered in the eighteen years I've been alive, but this whole situation just completely messed me up. It's quite invigorating and yet terrifying to not know what will happen next. The only protection you have are your wits and the ability to try and guess what the next moment might bring.

"Billie's waiting in the car," he says before he starts walking, expecting me to follow him. I take the information he's given me and the tone he said it in to try and figure out if it might lead me to any tips on how to approach Billie, but to no avail. I just kept walking next to him. The walk was quiet, my Air Dior's hitting the tiled floor taking up my full attention as I try to distract myself.

We walk through the glass sliding doors leading us outside and he walks to a black Cadillac Escalade with black tinted windows. He opens the back and slides my suitcase and backpack in before closing it and walking to the back door and opening it for me to climb in. I walk to him and climb in. After he closed the door and I was busy putting on my seatbelt, I noticed a body next to me. I must of not noticed them when I first climbed in because they were wearing all black and I mean, black sweatpants, black hoodie and a black beanie.

As I studied them closer I noticed it was a girl, around my age with the most vibrant blue eyes I've ever seen, even in the dark of the night I couldn't miss how interesting her whole aura was. She smiled when she noticed I was still freezed, but not a normal smile, more of a smirk. She must be arrogant then, I reasoned, but then I noticed she was also busy analyzing me. Her eyes scanned me up and down, a smirk still playing on her lips and I won't lie it was the most intimidated I've ever felt by a other human being.

"Nice sneakers dude, I'm Billie," she says as she reaches her hand out for me to shake. I never thought shoes would be the thing that would save me from coming up with a conversation with a other person.

"Felton," I say as I'm shaking her hand.

"I'm not going to lie, I thought for a second you're going to be some middle aged man with two children," I say and her laughter carries throughout the car.

"How so?" she asks, her posture relaxing as the ice was broken.

"Your name is literally Billie. I've never heard or met a girl with your name," I say smiling.

"Touché," Billie says, putting on a bulky pair of orange glasses even though it's like 9 pm right now.

"So this is so random, but aren't you famous or something?" I say after I noticed something really familiar about the girl sitting next to me.

"Yeah so, here's the deal..."

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Someone made my day sooo here's a lil something.
If you don't know what to do for someone when it's their birthday and it's quarantine, make a whole playlist of songs that remind you of them and send it to them on the day.
Stay safe (and healthy)
- D