Misunderstood // Billie Eilish

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it's fairly late in the morning when i wake up, squinting from the bright sun.

i quickly realize i'm wearing fresh clothes, just a billie promised; an extra large t-shirt and cotton panties.

when i begin to shuffle in bed, i groan. my back aches, my legs ache, my pelvic muscles and the walls of my vagina.

"jesus christ," i inhale sharply at the sudden pain that strikes me. "what the fuck did you do to me, eilish?" i moan in misery again.

gathering enough strength, i'm able to at least turn on my side. my eyes widen in shock when i see billie sleeping peacefully on her stomach, her mouth slightly parted.

so much for taking it slow.

she's cramped over near the wall, my full size bed is touching, and i can only assume she was trying her best to give me as much room as possible.

more memories of last night come flooding her and i'm proud to finally say, i don't regret a thing.

thank you universe.

i manage to get out of bed, careful not to wake her.

the second i plant my feet on the ground, i notice a folded outfit waiting for me on the foot of the bed. matching shoes are neatly placed by the door.

deciding to get my usual cup of coffee from the campus cafe, i put the outfit on and head out the door.

as i walk, it's hard to imagine my relationship with billie wasn't always perfect. we seemed to always have this ideal, balanced dynamic.

i've said it before and i'll say it again, we were like an old married couple.

if i was anyone else, i'd want nothing more than to punch us in the face for being so disgustingly affectionate.

when i made it down to the cafe, jorja was already sitting down at a nearby table. after i ordered my usual, i took a seat next to her, silently pulling out my wallet and handing her a twenty dollar bill.

at first, she took the money hesitantly, still confused.

"holy shit--" she looked at me like i was crazy as it hit her. "who blew your back out?!"

i kicked her leg under the table for being too loud and she cursed.

"who else?" i grumbled quietly.

she grinned widely. "damn. good for you guys... but are you getting back together forreal this time?"

i shrugged, "we said we wanted to take it slow and not rush back into things."

jorja, abruptly burst out laughing.

"that wasn't a joke; i'm serious."

"just because you want to take it slow, doesn't mean it's gonna happen. i love you, but have you met yourselves? the two of you literally fucked last night. deadass, if you guys got married tomorrow, i wouldn't be surprised."

a part of me knew there was some truth to her statement, but i chose to ignore it.

on cue, my phone dinged and i got a text from billie.

'wanna get ice cream later? it'll give us a chance to sit down and talk about shit'

an undeniable smile spread across my lips as i read her message, before i replied 'sure'

"madelyn? coffee for a madelyn?" one of the employees yelled, which gave me an opportunity to avoid jorja flammng me for being helplessly in love.

after coffee, i hung out with jorja for a little while longer, talking about complete nonsense until i decided to go meet up with billie.