BAD HABIT |Billie Eilish|

Westwood Camp. Part 1

June 25th

"Welcome to the Westwood Camp!" I covered my face with my hand because the sun was crazy this morning and we were listening to the red head woman who was extra excited to open a camp. 

It was near the river in the middle of the forest and I'm pretty sure I saw a lot of squirrels and a deer here. Kinda liked the nature but Stella will die here because the Internet barely works. I mean, we are in the middle of the forest. And I really wanted to finally unpack my stuff and take a nap because my dad woke me up at 5:30am and we were driving here for two hours and they didn't let me sleep in the car. 

I sat on my suitcase and stared at the river, listening to that woman was unbearable because she was talking super fast and I kinda didn't care because come on I wanted to sleep and take a shower. Billie put her arms on my shoulders from behind and rested her chin on the top of my head. I sighed and rolled my eyes but didn't move.  

It took that woman ten more minutes to end her impressive speech and finally give us our keys from our small cabins. Billie quickly grabbed ours and we headed to the 47th cabin. Ray lived with Stella, Isaac with Theo, since it wasn't allowed to live with someone who's opposite gender. Kendall with Royce, Jay with Atiya and Liv. Also Mariyka was there too but I have no idea with who she lives. 

As soon as we entered our cabin, I threw my suitcase and bag on the floor an flopped down on the bed. That place smelled like wood and laundry detergent and I actually don't like the last scent so I thanked myself for bringing the candles. 

While I was enjoying the bed and coolness, Billie was busy with moving night stands and her own bed closer to mine. I got up on my elbows, frowning.

"What are you doing?" She stopped for a second, looking at me.

"I don't give a fuck if we're fighting or not, we are sleeping together" Bil pushed her bed one last time and it was next to mine, making kinda a bed for two. 

To be honest, I wasn't that happy with the idea so I just rolled over and faced the wall before I slowly fell asleep. 

Flashback

"Want some good wine?" He asked me after a few minutes of silence.

"Always" I chuckled as guys flopped down on the couch too and Storm poured red liquid in four glasses.

The night was pretty fun and Storm invited his friends so my first experience in partying with older people went really good but there's always something that makes you feel anxious even if you're having a lot of fun at the moment. So my anxiety was Billie. 

I'm not the one of these girlfriends who are extremely jealous over nothing but she used to answer my calls when she was at the parties before and she always had time to ask how am I and all that stuff. But now she answered only once and she quickly said that everything is okay and told me to have fun too. 

I tried to have fun, I'm not lying, but that thought was on my mind the whole time and it was like a crazy idea in the end so it was unreal to keep the good vibe at that party and people have started asking me if everything is okay and if nobody offended me or something. I'm a good liar when it comes to people I barely know so it wasn't that hard to put a fake smile on my face. 

But that fucking thought refused to go away and when I found myself, sitting near the pool, staring at the wall and my hand was shaking with the glass of wine in it, I made a decision to go to that house and check on Billie. Yeah, I was kinda paranoid but trust issues or overdramatic self made me do it.