“Fucking hell..” you groan, waking up to a tense headache.

When you open your eyes you realize there’s someone sleeping next to you and you’re not even in your own bed.. You sit up and try to understand what happened last night after all the partying. That’s when you see your clothes scattered around the room. Shit. You immediately turn your head to the person sleeping next to you and freeze. It’s her... Billie Eilish, your worst enemy. And she seems to not wear any clothes herself.