Ninety Day's [}Billie Eilish{]

chapter nine

We pulled into an empty parking lot and as pressed the button to turn the car off Billie leaned overtaking my face between her hands and kissing me. The kiss lingered, for much longer then I could handle. "Baby girl." I said pushing her away lightly before pulling her back in for one more quick kiss. "You're trying to kill me." I said.

"Common." She groaned taking my hand in hers.

"I can't I'm sorry."

"You have the hugest morals of anyone I've ever met."

"I can't help it, I love you too much. I want you to make sure you won't regret anything."

"I love you." She said running a hand through my hair. We started to kiss again and eventually ended up in the back seat, I was laying the length of the seat and Billie was straddling me and kissing me hard. I grabbed her wrists tightly in my hands making her slip out a moan, I couldn't help but smile. "Fuck." She sighed and I let go of her wrists before pulling her shirt over her head and tossing it to the floor. "God I love you." She mumbled against my neck.

"I love you too." I said running my hands down over her body. How she could hate herself I had no idea, she was... perfect, for a lack of better words. I ran my finger down over her chest making her smile before pulling away, I put my hand around the back of her neck and pulled her tightly to me. I lost myself in the moment and bit her neck lightly as I sucked.

"Uhh." She moaned before gasping lightly. I pulled away and looked at her, then the mark on her neck... shit.

"I am so sorry... I didn't mean it-"

"It's ok." She laughed leaning in close. "You're marking your territory." I bit my lip with all my strength.

"We should get back." I said looking at my watch.

"Ugh."

"Common." I kissed her lightly and I climbed up into driver seat and as Billie climbed upfront I grabbed her ask making her squeal and fall into the dash. I couldn't help but laugh at her and she huffed planking into the seat crossing her arms as she side-eyed me. "How are you allowed to exist? You're so cute." I mumbled shaking my head.

Billie took my phone and turned on my music, she went through about a million songs before finally settling on Justin Bieber, which was no doubt downloaded by Garrett. "This is the song you want to listen to?" I asked.

"Uh!" She gasped. "You don't like Justin?"

"Muh." I shrugged. "I'm really picky with music."

"Ok. Let's see..." she scrolled through my library. "Eminem, pierce the veil, sleeping with sirens, all time low... Shawn Mendes?" She questioned.

"That is my guilty pleasure." I said glancing over at her.

"Ok, sure." She laid my phone down and turned up the volume, she started to sing along and I couldn't help but smile to myself. I wonder how many people were wishing they were me right now? And they don't even know I'm this lucky.

"I love you, Billie," I said and she stopped singing and looked overtaking my hand in hers.

"I love you too." We drive around for about an hour and decided to make our way back for dinner. As we pulled into the parking lot my phone started to ring, Billie undid her seat belt and looked over at me as I sighed.

"You ok?"

"I'll be out in a minute." I mumbled. "Hello," I said, Billie leaned over and kissed my cheek and I flashed her a smile before taking my bottom lip between my teeth.

"Hey, where are you?"

"What do you want paggie. I'm in the States and I'm sure Charlie already told you that." I snapped.

"Jesus, who pissed in your corn flakes this morning?"

"What do you want pag."

"Ya know what forget it ok. You saw my message and you didn't call."

"Well, what the fuck am I supposed to believe anymore?" I said loudly.

"I saw you have Tom."

"Ok, I'm done."

"I don't understand you. Why would you want him."

"First of all, don't you dare talk about my fucking son. He is mine and I will not tolerate it. And mom doesn't have a fucking problem with him, just you and Charlie. So sort your fucking priorities. He may be my son but he doesn't have to be your nephew. And I don't have to be your sister." I pressed end and threw my phone into the back seat as hard are I could and I hit the steering wheel. "Fuck." I gasped grabbing my hand. Not again. I sighed and leaned back in my seat closing my eyes.

"Again?" Garrett's voice started to... my window was down.