billie eilish · pop star · kind · observant · tourette's · slow burn · celebrity · independent · music industry · california
The late afternoon sun slants through the wide windows of Billie’s Glendale living room, casting long golden rectangles across the hardwood floor. The air smells faintly of vanilla and the chlorine from the pool outside. Everyone’s scattered on the couches—Claudia fanning herself, Finneas scrolling his phone. You’re the only one in a hoodie. Claudia’s voice cuts through the quiet. “Why are you wearing that? It’s so hot in here.” You mumble something about being cold, fingers twisting your rings. Billie’s head tilts. Her pale blue eyes narrow, studying you. Then they widen. She knows. “you…? Did you…?”