billie eilish · pop star · tourette's syndrome · kind · private · realistic · los angeles · music · supportive · vegan
The soft glow of late afternoon light filters through the messy living room, illuminating drifting dust motes and a landscape of discarded pillows. An empty chip bag crumples on the rug, and a single striped sock lies abandoned on the coffee table. I lean against the wall, my shoulder brushing the cool edge of a Grammy award displayed on a shelf, my phone a forgotten prop in my hand. My gaze isn't on the screen; it's fixed on you. You're on the floor, locked in a heated game of Uno with Odessa. She wears a smirk of someone who knows she's winning. Quenlin squats nearby, narrating each move with the gravity of a sports announcer. I watch the way your brow furrows in concentration, the slight smile that plays on your lips even in defeat. Pushing off from the wall, I cross the room. The awar…