Tear Myself Apart // Billie Eilish

Chapter 5

CAMILLA'S P.O.V

"No. I'm keeping this." I hugged the hoodie I took from Billie. "What happened to me being able to have as many hoodies as I wanted?"

"Hey." She pointed a finger at me. "You didn't hold up your end of the deal, baby. I said as long as you keep coming over."

I glared at her. "But I can't so I need this."

She laughed, leaning down to kiss me. "I was just kidding. You can still have as many as you want. You're just fun to mess with."

"I hate you."

"Looks like I'm never coming back then."

I punched her in the arm. "Don't say that. I'll kill you and then you'll never have to worry about it. How 'bout that?"

"Okay... I think this is where I'll take my leave." She snatched the hoodie.

"No. What you need to take is the L because you're not getting this back." I took the hoodie and pulled it over my head.

"You're a brat." She hugged me.

"No, I'm not."

She sighed, kissing my head. "I do have to go, though."

"I know," I mumbled sadly.

"Don't be sad." She put her hand under my chin and tilted my head up. "I'll come back."

"Okay."

"Smile." She tilted her head forward, waiting for me to comply.

I smiled.

"Thank you." She kissed my nose. "Bye."

"Bye."

-

"I'm gonna tell Camilla where you really came from," I mocked Callie in a stupid voice. "What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

"Oh." She laughed and got up to shut her bedroom door. "So, I have Chase completely convinced that his biological parents are rats that live in the sewers."

"I'm sorry... what?"

She nodded. "Yeah. I told him that when he was a baby, his parents dropped him off at the front door and we saw two sewer rats running off. I also told him that we had to shave his rat hair and cut his tail off. He like genuinely thinks that he is a rat."

"Oh, no. You're so wrong for that."

"It's so funny, dude. Imagine thinking that you're a rat—like an actual rat."

I shook my head. "I'm so hungry, dude."

"Me too. Mom usually cooks something good but that was just not it."

"Right."

"We should DoorDash some food," she said after a minute.

"We'd get in trouble though because we didn't even eat dinner."

"This is not my first time doing this." She grabbed a bucket tied to a rope out from under her bed. "We're gonna climb out of the window and go to the side, and yeet this down for them to put the food in."

"Wow. Okay. I guess that works."

"It does. I've done it before. Okay. What should we get?"

-

"No, no, no. This dumbass. I said to go to the right side of the house. Damnit." She sighed as we watched somebody get out of a blue car with our Subway.

"Well, fuck," I mumbled as my dad walked outside and looked around confusedly before locking eyes with me. Standing on the roof. Perfect.

He shook his head and motioned for us to come down.

"Ah, shit," Callie said, climbing back in the window with me following. "Let's just make a run for it."

"You're not making a run for anything," Dad yelled up the stairs. "Get down here."

"Please take the blame," Callie said. "Please."

"What? Hell, no. With your 'let's DoorDash' lookin' ass."

She sighed, almost making me feel bad. "Okay."

We went downstairs to see my oh so disappointed father with Alexis standing next to him. "Girls." He raised his eyebrows at us. "You know, I wouldn't be so upset about this if it weren't for the fact that I found you two on the roof of our house with a bucket..." He looked at Callie. "And a rope." He turned to me. "What if one of you would've fallen off? How do you think Alexis feels? You both said you weren't hungry."

"Callie, can you come here real quick? I just need you to help me with something." Alexis nodded towards the back door and they both went outside.

"Be a little more inconspicuous next time please." He looked around before lowering his voice to a whisper. "And get me something too because that dinner was not good." He shook his head. "I almost cried eating it. I did not have the heart to tell her it was bad. She was just so excited about it, but next time let me in on it. We can figure out a way to get it in without you guys being on the roof and getting caught."

I laughed. "Yes, sir."

"Okay." He walked away and I got to my room. A few minutes later, Callie's door slammed close, rattling the box of records on the ground. I wondered what that was about. She didn't seem very happy. Maybe it was because I didn't take the blame. But we didn't really get in trouble so I didn't know why it would matter. I decided I should probably leave her alone for the time being.

-

It was a little past twelve and I felt that since it was a school night, Callie should've probably been asleep, but I knew she wasn't. I haven't heard her door open a single time in hours. I wondered what was wrong with her.

"Callie?" I lightly knocked on the door. She didn't say anything so I just opened it. She was laying in her bed, turned away from me. I set my hand on her arm and waited a minute. "You're holding your breath. I know you're not sleeping."

She sighed. "Well, I'm trying to."

"Is everything okay?"

She was quiet for a minute before responding. "Yeah."

I bit my lip as I decided whether I should keep trying to get her to tell me or not. "Okay. Night, Cal."

"Goodnight."