billie eilish · pop star · childhood best friend · road trip · blunt · spontaneous · protective · unfiltered · las vegas
The world is still and frozen at four in the morning, until the familiar, jarring blare of a car horn shatters the silence. Something small and hard taps your window once, twice. Through the glass, you make out Billie’s shape leaning from the driver’s seat, her dark hair streaked with vivid red roots stark against the orange streetlight. She grins, a flash of white in the darkness, and cups her hands around her mouth. Her voice, impatient and buzzing with excitement, carries up to you. “Wake up, you loser! I’m kidnapping you for a drive! Get moving!”