clouded ~ billie eilish

chapter 7 ~ the edge

greetings loved ones!!
enjoy today's chapter, thank you for your patience!!

i have a song for you today! no need to listen while reading, but this is the energy of this chapter.

mac miller - self care (hype at the beginning BUT listen thru to the end....THAT PART is billie and chase at the end of this chapter)

lets go and travel through the unknown
we play it cool, we know we fucked tho
you keep on saying you're in love so tell me if you're really down,
are you really down?

enjoy ::) -V
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sunday, september 17th

7:01 pm

The sun is threatening to set on the city when Billie and I step into the street after she places the liquor order. Usually by now I would be on the couch with Domino and burning through my second bong pack of the evening, but a strange exhilaration has me bouncing on the balls of my feet. Billie slips a padlock through the in-ground doors to the Chapel and locks it with ease, flipping her ebony blue hair as she comes to stand next to me. The twilight blue of the early evening reflects softly on her face and I purse my lips (which I note are a bit swollen. Oops).

"What now, bunny?"

I shrug and the wind sends my hair in wisps around my face, "I was just gonna walk home." I stuff my hands in my jacket pockets.

Billie cocks an eyebrow at me, "you're not serious. It's getting dark, Chase, no way I'm letting you fucking walk. C'mon."

Before I can question it, Billie loops an arm through mine and starts down the street. I question her even though I've already started walking with her,

"it's fine, Billie, I can get there. I'd take the subway but I don't have my pa-"

"No ma'am, a pretty girl like you out here at night? Who knows what kinda creepy fucks are just waiting for an opportunity like that," she pauses and I look to her, finding her eyes already on mine, "besides, I know a faster way."

I'd forgotten that Billie called us a cab last week and has some idea of where I live, but as we approach the subway station I mention my address to her anyways. We descend the steps and I start to remind her that I don't have a buss pass, but she shushes me sharply and says, "you don't need one. Just wait."

Billie's right hand grips my left forearm and pulls me gently off to the side, staring dead ahead at the officer pacing before the platform. A low whirr emits from the tunnels and I know the next train is approaching. People shuffle through the entry lanes, swiping their cards and pooling at the platform. I know if we miss this train it'll be the last one in that direction for 20 minutes. The whirr from the tunnels gets louder and a rush of hot air whips through the hair of passengers.

Billie stares laser-focused next to me with her bottom lip pulled between her teeth and her hand on my arm, tightening her hold as the train rushes into view.

"Wait....wait..." Billie stands her ground as I glimpse the train doors slide open,

"now!"

And suddenly we're running towards the gates. Billie releases her death-grip on my arm and places both hands on the barrier, hoisting herself effortlessly over the entry-lane in one fluid motion. If she makes any noise I don't notice it as I mirror her motions, swinging my body up and over the barrier and reaching for her outstretched hand. Billie pulls me through the crowd of people and onto the bus just moments before the doors begin to close. As our feet pound on the linoleum floor I realize I'm holding my breath.