Metathesiophobia || Billie Eilish

Chapter 8

Rain pattering againts the roof of the car and a door opening finally awoke me from my slumber. I felt a soft warm material against my cheek before I realised a arm around my shoulders, keeping me rested againts a chest. I slowly lifted my head to be met with a sleeping figure. Out from Billie's mouth came a series of faint snores. Her chest raising and falling before continuing the same action. Her breathing was deep and relaxed as her face looked void of any concern or stress.

I like to think when people sleep peacefully, they are in their purest form. All the worries that may plaque them in reality melt away as their body seem to fall into a pattern of sleep that has imprinted itself into the brains of humans since the beginning of our existence. Amazingly it's not something you learn, but rather something that is given to you. You have no choice, whether you want to accept it or not, you can't flip a switch or rewrite...well, you.

I don't have the faintest idea how this girl wants me to, in the simplest terms, rewrite her. The way I see it, changing a person seems so easy in books and films. Everything about that person in that specific book has already been planned. Therefore, the environment, the actions of other characters and their whole future is controlled by the writer. All that together incites a change regarding their personality and motives in the first chapter until the very end.

To comply to her wishes I'd have to have the ability to read the future and plan the actions of other people. Both impossible tasks. The most I can do is influence those two elements in the smallest extent so that it would benefit her.

I already came to terms of the kind of person I am, so why not help someone else that can't do it on their own, figure it out.

Her eyes opening and the sudden blue of her irises snapped my gaze away from face and led me to pull out of her embrace.

"Sorry," I apologize and start fidgeting with a loose thread from my sweatshirt.

"It's chill," she replies in a raspy voice before she rubbed her eyes and took off her beanie to run a hand through her neon roots. "Let's go inside," she says as she adjusted the beanie onto her head. I nodded my head and opened the door to be met by a curtain of water as the rain poured down on me.

As I'm following Billie, my clothes already soaked and my suitcase trailing behind me, I noticed that we were on our way to a modest little house. We catch our breath as we stand under the roof of the porch, waiting for the front door to open after Billie had rang the doorbell. Warm yellow light shone through the frosted glass of the sidelight window left of the door. The door opened to reveal a woman with ginger hair and a kind demeanor. She enveloped Billie in a tight hug before turning to me.

"Hey, I'm Billie's mom, Maggie. You must be Felton," she says with a smile before going in for a quick hug.

"Yeah, sorry I'm a bit wet," I say as we break apart.

"No worries dear. You guys must be freezing, let's go inside," her mom says before she lead us inside.

When the door closes, I take off my shoes and already feel better when the warmth of the house starts easing the chill in my blood and the tension in my jaw that kept my teeth from chattering against each other.

"I see you're back," a deep voice states from the livingroom. A man with a mustache comes from through the doorway. "And with a new friend. Hello, I'm Patrick," he says and extends his hand to greet me along with a warming smile.

"Nice to meet you, I'm Felton," I say as I shake his hand.

"This is the girl who's going on tour with us for a month dad, I told you about it yesterday," Billie says annoyed.