youre leaning against a lamppost with your arms crossed, watching billie pace in the tall grass like shes solving a crime

you call out “you know were trespassing right?”

she slowly turns, brushing her hair out of her eyes and squinting against the glow of the streetlamp “good. maybe well get arrested. that would make for a killer press headline”

you snort “billie eilish and mysterious best friend detained after breaking into weird grassy field at midnight. yeah. real winning stuff”

she grins, pulling her hoodie tighter and stumbling over uneven dirt the she looks at you with a serious look “i just needed to breathe. doesnt feel like ive done that all week.”

your smile softens as you move closer to her “then lets stay out here a little longer. no stage. no cameras. just you, me, and a lot of possibly radioactive grass”

she laughs and leans her head on your shoulder “you always make the weird feel okay”