The reason why we have to win - Billie Eilish fan fiction

3. time

When she was younger, Billie read many books, devouring all of the library's. She used to love the smell, which she knew displeased many. But what she loved most about the books was that she could imagine being in this story , where nothing in her real life could reach her.

She stopped read when she realized that it was becoming harder to return to real life every time she closed the book. Then she dived into slightly trivial things, like for example social network, or longer useful ; music. Billie was a passionate girl who spend her time on what she loved until she manage it completely. She had become a very good piano player, and on the guitar, although she already knew certain basics when she learned to play ukulele with her father, several years earlier. So she had found a passion for music and writing. When she had something in her mind, she opened a notebook, and filled her pages with her writing, becoming magnificent poem, or song. Then, she hurried to compose the melody on one of her instrument. And because of that, she realized that she wasn't in a good place.

Billie had never called herself depressed because, she didn't want to seem like the girl who just play it for intention, and she knew it wasn't a thing that we can play around. There were people who really suffer of that, and maybe much more than she did. But she knew she wasn't necessarily mentally well. Not in a state where suicidal thought can come to mind, but you know... being rejected by one's parents, regardless of age, leaves scars. She had learned to hide it from the beginning, acting like nothing wrong, trying to be happy, which she was almost every single day, and it worked, but sometimes she just couldn't hide it.

Today, for her birthday, she was going to start a little job, an hour a day, and 3 hours on Saturday. It was going to bring her approximately the sum of money her parents gave her. It was her first day of try, and she wasn't stressed ; she just had to sell sandwiches and pies. The place where she was going to work was called "P'tit Faim".

That morning, she woke up in Zoe's arms, and a blanket covering half of her body. Trying to get up, she had unfortunately awakened her friend. They get ready together, after taking a shower (separate of course). Zoe left in the morning, leaving Billie alone. But it wasn't long, since she had to hurry to reach her workplace before 11.

The employees were pretty nice, they had cheerfully presented the place, and handed over the uniform of the sandwich shop. It was a cream brown skirt, quite short, unfortunately, and a shirt of the same color. She wanted to complain about the size of the skirt, but they told her it was the last one. So she had to settle for that. The first two hours passed quickly, faster than she would have thought, but it was still tiring. For an hour, she had to prepare the sandwiches, as she had been shown , then an hour when she had to clean. She only had one hour left to serve clients. 30 minutes passed, selling the sandwiches she had made earlier.

"Hi Billie ! Italian Sandwich, please."

Billie looked up , this client was the first to speak to her, he was a young man around her age . He had bright chocolate skin, brown / honey eyes, and colored hair, half green, half black. A magnificent smile brightening his face. She recognized his face, and was sure she had seen him somewhere before. And apparently him too.

"You are Billie, am i wrong?"

She raised her eyebrows, surprised. She took the sandwich he asked for from behind the counter, and answered him.

"Yes, i am, $ 4 please."

He handed her the money, which she collected, and gave him the sandwich.

"We're in the same school, I'm new-"

"Oh yes, I was certain that I had already seen you somewhere"

" My name is Brandon. Do you mind, if as soon as you go finish, maybe I can take you out, you seem to be an interesting girl. I would like to know you."