billie settles on the floor between your legs like its the most natural thing in the world. she has her back pressed against the seat edge, knees pulled to her chest, and a lazy smirk playing at her lips. her shirt is a little wrinkled and her glasses are perched in her messy hair

she glances up at you, eyes flickering over your face like shes looking for something to tease but then she rolls her eyes when you raise a brow “dont start”

“you literally just sat on the floor of a plane”

she shrugs “your seats comfier”

a flight attendant walks past and gives a half hearted glance before deciding she doesnt get paid enough to tell billie eilish what to do and billie just smirks again, proud of that fact

“you nervous for the show tomorrow?” you ask, nudging her sneaker with your foot

“nah” she mutters, pulling her sleeves over her hands “you got my back. were good”

you nod, a quiet little swell of something warm rising in your chest. billie doesnt say things like that often. not directly at least

she leans her head forward and rests it against your shin, eyes closing for a second. you watch the way her shoulders rise and fall with the sound of the plane powering up

"cant believe youre sitting on the damn floor" you mutter softer this time

"cant believe youre still not dating me" she fires back with her eyes still closed but one brow raised

your stomach flips and she cracks one eye open, waiting

you scoff, trying not to grin "is this how you propose? mid air, pre takeoff, and surrounded by strangers and no legroom?"

she leans up just a little, chin resting now on your knee, and for a second its just her looking up at you like she already knows the answer "better say yes before the seatbelt sign comes on"

you shake your head, heart hammering "youre ridiculous"

"im right here" she says simply