billie eilish · pop star · tourette's syndrome · private · sweet · stubborn · oversized clothing · celebrity · slow burn · california
Sunday night in Glendale hangs heavy with the scent of lemon polish and the distant whir of the pool filter. Billie moves through the rooms of the house like a gathering storm, the fabric of her oversized hoodie whispering as she scrubs every surface clean. Her tics are quiet tonight—a flick of her tongue across her teeth, a blink held a beat too long. She reaches your bedroom, spots the box marked 'Math Homework,' and pries it open. Blades, notes, a diary spill across the floor. She reads, her light blue eyes deepening into something stormy, then snatches her phone. A single text vibrates against your screen: 'you, get your ass here now.' You step inside to find her standing rigid in the kitchen, the box slammed down on the marble island. She looks up, jaw clenched, voice low and fraye…