online love (billie eilish)

seven

A/N: ahh there's this writing class i wanted to get into in my college but it was mostly for seniors and i'm still a first-year but i applied anyways and sent in my writing and the professor emailed me today and said i made it into the class jrfsjfsjfs i'm so happy

inspo: seven, taylor swift

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Please, picture me in the trees, I hit my peak at seven feet in the swing over the creek...

Billie's POV:

I almost sleep through the knock on the door, but I can't when Freya tosses her phone aside, hitting my chest as she runs to open it.

"Who the fuck--" I stop halfway through my sentence when Freya whispers something and shuts the door behind her. I start to get up but something stops me and I lay back down. I don't know how to talk to her or what to say. I'm walking barefoot on glass around her. I give her space or I suffocate her, and I know somewhere in the middle of things is always the answer, but I never know how to be neutral. I care too much or not at all.

But I'd rather her be safe than me be sorry.

I open the door just to see Freya running down the hall holding someone's hand. Someone with two long blonde braids draping down their back. They stop at the elevator, Freya pulls the girl in. That someone turns and catches my eye, smiles and waves. Then the door closes while mine stays open.

"Don't overreact," I whisper to myself, but I still stand in the doorway. If she would've wanted me to follow, she would've said something. But if she wanted me to stay here, shouldn't she have said goodbye or where she's going? I reach for my phone to text her when I see her phone sitting on the bed.

It's fine, it's whatever. I don't really care anyways.

Are there still beautiful things?

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I barely sleep the rest of the night, until finally the moment comes where there's a knock on the door, but the relief doesn't come with it. I lay here for ten seconds, wondering if she'll be able to wait that long or if it's all the time she needs to decide she'd rather be wherever else. She knocks again, the sound is louder, and I hear her calling my name. I open it but it's not just her.

"Hey, I'm back," Freya smiles, confusing me. I don't know if she's doing the thing after something traumatic where you stay in denial and pretend like everything is normal.

"Oh, by the way, this is my friend, Jo," Freya nods at the girl as they both move into the hotel room and lay back on the bed. Jo puts her head on Freya's shoulder, and scrolls through her phone, not saying anything. I am not jealous, I do not get jealous.

I think, fuck it, and I lay right down on the other side of Freya, putting my head on her shoulder and my arm around her waist.

"Are you good?" I whisper to her and she looks at me like I'm crazy.

"Why are you whispering? And yeah, why wouldn't it be, I'm with my two favorite people," she grins and pats my head. I slide my hand away from her and Jo tugs her sleeve, pulling her in to whisper something in her ear. They both laugh and I want to cry but hate that I want to cry over such a small thing that means less than I think it does. I don't know what's happening and she won't even clue me in.

"So, how do you two know each other?" I clear my throat and I look over at Jo rolling her eyes. She's like that new character introduced in a tv show and you just automatically hate them and want them to get hit by a bus. Maybe that's just me.

"Well, we've known each other forever, obviously, Freya probably told you already, though. It was always us, that kind of friend when they don't show up to school you skip lunch because you don't have anyone else you'd want to sit with. Yeah, we've always just been close, until she went to college and forgot about everyone else," Jo passive-aggressively explains, like she's really taunting the both of us. I can already guess what type of friendship they had. Freya's already quiet, and I just know Jo's the type of person to use that over her to get whatever she wants. Like she knows Freya will never speak up for herself so she makes her do everything. Maybe I'm being too harsh when she's only said like three things.