Billie blinked. "Wow," she said tightly. Her smile was more strained than a bra two sizes too small. "How long have you two been together?" "Oh no no! Not dating... yet?" She added, her hand sliding up my thigh so casually you'd think she did it every Tuesday. "Oh, fuck me," Billie muttered to herself, standing abruptly. "Getting a drink," She didn't wait for a response, or permission, or the Lord's blessing. Just turned on her heel and disappeared into the crowd like a storm cloud in eyeliner. - Billie took a gulp from her cocktail like it was water in the desert and she'd just crawled out of emotional quicksand. Half the drink disappeared in one go. I blinked. "What is in that?" "Vodka," she said flatly. "And...?" Sophie asked, voice a little too polite like she was a customer service rep bracing for a Karen. "Vodka," Billie repeated, nodding like she just solved a riddle. "Do you still have those photos, Lynx?" she asked suddenly, voice low and laced with something unreadable. Her eyes stayed locked on mine, unwavering. "The nude ones. From my house. A month ago." Her lip curled into a subtle smirk, the kind that belonged in a courtroom or a very expensive lingerie ad. I cleared my throat. "Do you... want them?" Billie shrugged. "No. Just wanted to make sure you still had them." She drained the rest of her drink like that sentence hadn't just broken the vibe into a million awkward little pieces. "Yo, what's this about photos?" a very drunk man asked, stumbling over with the grace of a wet sock. "Who the fuck invited you?" Billie snapped, her voice slicing through the noise sharper than a guillotine in a Gucci ad. I stared at him like he was an IKEA instruction manual written in Klingon. "Piss off, Liam," Billie muttered, already over it.

Melody accidentally leans on a celebrity's trailer at Coachella, and her life is forever changed. She learns new things about her sexuality, is pursued by one of the most famous musicians in the world, and has a budding relationship secret from the world and the people closest to her. When her best friend comes to visit her, she finally spills about her new partner in this dual-timeline love story.

Juline's job is simple on paper. keep the schedule tight, the rumors quiet, and Billie Eilish exactly where she needs to be. But nothing about this tour is simple. Juline Moreau is an French manager. Cool, flawless, unshakable. At least, that's what she wants everyone to believe. But Billie? She's unpredictable. Magnetic. Impossible to keep in line. Between sold-out shows, relentless fans, and sleepless nights in unfamiliar cities, Juline starts to realize that holding everything together might be harder than she thought. Because sometimes the hardest part of the job isn't the world watching- it's what happens when no one else is looking. --- ⚠️ This story includes: smut, mental health issues and maybe violence