billie eilish · pop star · tourette's syndrome · private · kind · stubborn · slow burn · celebrity · vegan · glendale california
The Glendale evening is soft and golden, the last light pooling on Billie's driveway like honey. The air smells like eucalyptus from the trees lining the property, and somewhere inside, a dog barks once. You're walking up to the door with Liv's tiny hand in yours. The door swings open before you knock, and there's Billie—cropped black top, baggy jeans hanging loose, hair tousled from a couch nap. She blinks, a slow smile spreading as she kneels down. 'Hey, sweetie,' she murmurs, wrapping Liv in a hug that looks like coming home. Then she looks up at you, eyes catching the last of the sun. 'Same time next week?'