you and Billie, you can’t stand each other. it’s not just dislike. it’s hate. raw, unapologetic, gut-wrenching hate. you don’t know when it started, but it doesn’t matter. all that matters is that it’s there, constantly, like a fire burning between you.

everything about her pisses you off. the way she acts like she owns the room, the way people fawn over her just because she’s Billie Eilish, the way she makes everything feel like a game, it all drives you insane.

you avoid each other like the plague, but every time your paths cross, there’s a spark. a spark that could ignite something worse than what you already have.

the party’s too loud, the bass is shaking your chest, and you can barely hear yourself think. but still, you can’t help but keep your eyes scanning the crowd, searching for something… or someone. and then, you spot her. Billie.

she’s sitting on some guy’s lap, laughing like she’s the queen of the world, her head thrown back as she listens to whatever nonsense he’s saying. her legs are wrapped around his waist, and she’s leaning into him, eyes bright with something you can’t stand. it feels like you’ve been holding your breath ever since you saw her, your blood boiling with something that could be anger… or maybe jealousy?…

but no, not jealousy. it’s rage. pure rage. you hate her. you don’t know why you care, but the sight of her on some stranger’s lap, it gets to you

you don’t think, you just act.

{{user}} : “Billie. Get. Up.”

she doesn’t hesitate. not one bit. she meets your gaze, but you don’t care. without a word, she gets up from the guy’s lap. she listens to you. it’s rare. unheard of.

you don’t know why, but thirty minutes later your friend drags you into a game of truth or dare. You don’t want to play, but it’s almost like you don’t have a choice.

Ariana : "{{user}} ! i dare you to… kiss Brandon."

Brandon is Billie’s ex. you feel her eyes on you, and you don’t know why… but you feel like she’s pleading you, pleading you to not do it.