𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢 | billie eilish

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sunday - june 14, 2020

𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐞 𝐨'𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐥𝐥
𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝟐𝟔, 𝟖:𝟎𝟎𝐩𝐦
𝐥𝐨𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬

"Anything else I need to know?" I turn my head to my best friend, Zoe, who's sitting next to me in the lukewarm sand of one of the long Californian beaches, and rest it on my arms that are crossed on my knees.

The bright sunshine is highlighting her magnificent eye color and her lips are glossy, even a bit glittery, I'd assume. The temperature fell to a pleasurable number of degrees as the time slowly got older over the evening.

"Not really. Just do your homework, study, and be present. There's no dress code, so wear whatever you want, they don't really care unless you come to class in a bra and hot pants only," she explains to me, detailed.

"Watch me do that," I laugh jokingly but regret it right after realizing that I truthfully let the words sound from my mouth, as I previously wanted to share them with myself only.

"Show me those hot pants you got," Zoe shakes her head, being a friend of mine for long enough to know that every pair of pants that ended above my knee was executed from my closet about two to three years ago.

I just roll my eyes but don't show any further reaction to the thing she challenged me to do. Of course I won't do it, I'm not that type of person. Extreme challenges still let a spark of wanting to take exciting risks grow in me, I want to impress people by doing stuff they never even could have imagined specifically me doing.

"And yeah, Ella, the girl we saw at the skatepark. She acts and dresses pretty gay for being straight, keep your distance if you don't wanna get into a physical fight, and I mean that, though she may be your type," Zoe speaks, but on the inside I'd already like to turn her words upside down. I'd like to make them sound understanding and more acceptable. Wouldn't she support me if I actually got to know that girl? Would she quit our yearlong friendship?

"If there's someone I wanna be friends with, I'm gonna talk to them," I disagree with my best friend and point my view to the waves which are only a few feet away from us, crashing against ancient rocks with a mellow sound following them while seagulls are crossing the sky in front of our tired eyes.

Zoe's going to stay at my place tonight and will leave when she helped me pick out stuff I'll need when high school begins for me. I'm not sure what I need, therefore her help is highly required.

About two hours ago, we met at the coast and have been sitting on a beach towel in the sand ever since. Gladly, Finneas and Claudia were friendly enough to fulfill my wish of driving me to this part of LA. They both also felt the desire to walk along the paved promenade; semi-stuffed with inhabitants and tourists. My mom is going to pick Zoe and me up in about ten minutes, that's what I discussed with her just shortly before I was out and about, off to the beach.

The time surprisingly passed too quickly and the sun gradually fell lower to the horizon. We didn't have special plans for when we meet, hence the few unproductive things we accomplished were watching other people, listening to music, and eating several slices of pizza, which Zoe brought with her for the two of us.

"Sure, I'm not stopping you from it." Her female voice finds its volume again and sounds through my ears.

"Would you do anything if I was friends with her?" I want to know, far too curious to keep that kind of relevant question unanswered.