Misunderstood // Billie Eilish

𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚗

billie barged into quinn's dorm room as she followed closely behind.

she sat in her usual spot and began to roll herself an awfully thick blunt, not before turning one of her playlists on.

her delicate hands had mastered the art of rolling ages ago, but it always surprised quinn how swiftly she was able to do it and how it came to her with such ease.

she found herself fond of those who knew what they were doing and executed it perfectly.

billie was perfect.

not just her looks, but also her sense of humor and confidence. it wasn't hard to spark of a conversation about anything with her. she was also a little mean at times, but that was just the icing on the cake.

as far as quinn was aware of, she didn't take anyone's shit.

those were also a few reasons madelyn happened to fall in love with her. the only difference was madelyn knew more and she knew the depth of her character. she was more than a girl with baggy clothes and an attractive face.

she was complicated, yet madelyn could read her like the back of her hand.

this also meant she knew what she was like at her lowest points. despite this, it simply gave madi more parts of billie to love.

quinn only got to see the exterior of billie; the part everyone else got to see.

it sounds harsh, but it's the truth-- quinn was nothing special.

either way, billie didn't want to let anyone else, including quinn, to get to know the real her.

that position was filled a long time ago.

first, by her big brother and then later replaced by madelyn ruby anderson.

billie slowly dragged her tongue across the blunt in order to seal it. glancing up as she did so, she found a highly interested quinn, staring at her.

she tried her best to hold in a chuckle, not wanting to mess up what she had started.

when she was in the clear, she grinned while she looked down and double checked the finalized product. "you aight?"

"sure." was all quinn had said, still stuck in a fantasy world.

"pass the bong, please," billie requested, forcing quinn out of her false reality.

"you going all out tonight, huh?"

"i need to if i wanna clear all the shit that's on my mind." billie stated plainly, before placing the blunt between her thumb and middle finger, then bringing the tip to her full lips.

"why don't you ever face your problems instead of getting shitfaced?"

billie glared up at quinn through her darkened eyelashes, continuing to deeply inhale. she made sure to take her time a she looked at quinn like she had just asked the stupidest question ever.

lazily, she pulled the blunt away and exhaled through her nostrils.

"you've gotta be fuckin' kidding me. i thought the whole point of us hanging out was to chill. i can't chill if i'm thinking about loosing the love of-- never mind."

billie brushed it off and handed quinn the bong. "maybe you needa get shitfaced with me."

quinn accepted it and picked up a lighter.

"gladly."

no more than an hour had passed when billie got up to help herself to a cold bottle of water; her second, shortened blunt still in between fingers as she casually nodded along to the music.