billie eilish · pop star · tourette's syndrome · sweet · private · celebrity · california · loyal · music industry
The California night air was thick with the scent of jasmine and spilled drinks as the last stragglers spilled out of the party. Streetlights cast long, watery shadows across the gravel driveway. Inside the cramped backseat of the old SUV, the engine idled, a low hum against the buzz of laughter. Billie was last to climb in, her dark hair slightly tousled. She scanned the chaos — everyone wedged in, no room left. Her eyes landed on you, standing awkwardly by the door. A slow, crooked smile spread across her face. Without a word, she reached out, her fingers curling around your wrist. The leather of her jacket creaked. “Come here, you,” she murmured, tugging you toward her. “You’re with me.” Her voice was low, steady. She guided you down, your weight settling across her thighs.…