"Are you fucking kidding me? It's delayed by 2 days?!" Billie exclaims. Our flight got delayed since there is supposed to be a pretty bad storm throughout the day.
"Babe, we can just book a hotel. And if you're worried about writing lyrics, we can always do it together," I reassure her. She sighs and nods disappointingly.
~
"You want to start writing?" I ask her. She nods.
"That night in Berlin, before I actually got up on the window, I wrote a bit of a song. Here," she hands me her notebook.
Take me to the rooftop
I wanna see the world when I stop breathing, turning blue
Tell me love is endless, don't be so pretentious
Leave me like you do
If you need me, wanna see me
Better hurry 'cause I'm leaving soon
Sorry can't save me now
Sorry I don't know how
Sorry there's no way out (sorry)
But down
Hmm, down
I look Billie.
"Was this truly how you felt?" I feel tears starting to form in my eyes.
She moves closer to me, taking my hand and interlacing our fingers. She licks her lips and makes eye contact with me. A tear falls down my cheek and she wipes it off with her thumb on her other hand.
"Yes." She whispers.
"Is-is it because of me?" I ask hesitantly.
"What?! No. No fucking way is this your fault. You're the best thing in my life Emilie. I'm alive because of you," she says before attaching our lips.
~
"Hey, can we stop by my old school? They host a charity basketball program and I always volunteer," I ask. Billie looks up from her phone and nods. I grab an umbrella and Billie calls an uber.
~
"Quick, get in," I say, holding the door for Billie. We run in and head toward the gym.
I open the door and let Billie go in first. I look around and see kids of all ages spread all over the gym. I walk over to principal Rogers.
"Emilie? How are you?" He side hugs me. I laugh.
"It's good to see you principal Rogers. Uh, this is Billie."
"I remember," he smiles.
"What are you doing here?" He asks.
"Our flight got delayed and I wanted to come by," I answer back. He nods.
"Well, if you want, there are a group of teenage girls over there. They have so much potential and just need the right coach," he points to a group of girls all practicing their free throws.
"Bet. Bil, you wanna come?" I ask, turning to Billie.
"Uh, yeah. Sure," she smiles. I hold her hand and we walk over to the group. They notice us and start squealing.
"Oh my god, y-you're Billie Eilish! And you're Emilie!" A girl exclaims. Billie and I laugh.
"Yeah, we are," Billie says.
~
"Ok. It's quite simple. You want to be quick on your feet, but still have proper footing and a strong foundation," I explain to the group.
Some of them told me that hey struggle with layups, so I'm helping them. They all nod and get to work. I walk over to Billie and she smiles at me.
"What's up with you weirdo?" I tease her. She blushes.
"Nothing. You're just adorable." I don't do anything and just look into her eyes.
Fuck I'm in love.
I hear the gym doors open and close behind me. Then I hear her irritating laugh.
I turn around and see Emma walking in with the rest of the team.
"Emilie? Why the fuck are you here?" Emma laughs.
"Flight got delayed so I decided to stop by," I said.
Emma drops her bag on the floor and walks towards me.
"You got a problem Green?" I ask.
Emma doesn't say anything. We just continue to glare at each other.
Next thing I know, Emma's fist connected with the left part of my face.
It pushes me back a few steps.
I spit out blood and start laughing.
I drop down and do a back sweep kick. Emma falls on her ass and I quickly get on top of her and cock my fist back ready to punch her.
"Do it," Emma rasped out.
no.
"No," I say. I get up off her and stand up, fixing my clothes.
Emma stands up and fixes her jersey.
"Gone soft, Stone?" She smirks.
I don't know what it was but something in me snapped.
"Shut up already!" I punch her with a right hook. She falls to the floor, clutching her face.
"Emilie? Everything alright here?" Principal Rogers asks walking up to us. "Why is Emma on the floor, and more importantly, why is there blood on my floor?"
"Kind of got punched," I say, checking if my lip was cut.
~
"Yoooo I'm so fucking tired," I flop onto the bed. We had just finished writing the song. Billie wants to write one more song to complete the album and maybe a closing song, but other than that, the album is done.
"Ima go on live. Wanna join?" She asks, putting her hair up into a messy bun.
"Ok. Lemme change first," I get up from bed and change into a hoodie and sweatpants.
Bilzzzz I love youuuu
are you and emilie dating?
hey emilie, hey bil
"Hi guys," Billie says. She squints at the first comment.
"Aw, I love you too," Billie pouts. She skips the second question. "Hey."
where are you guys?
"In a hotel in Manhattan. Our flight got delayed," Billie answers.
laurensanderson: i miss both of your mopey asses
I laugh at Lauren's comment. "HA. Miss you too Sanderson," I say.
ok but like, when is the next single off the album dropping em?
"Uh, I'm actually not sure. It's recorded and shit, but Lauren wants to slow down a bit. I mean we're planning on releasing early January and we already have 4 songs done," I answer.
"Today, Emilie and I wrote the last official song for my album. You guys are going to love the album," she gushes.
hannah.raisor: i misssssss youuuuu
"I miss you too Hannah," I chuckle.
Billie continues to talk to the live. The topic of what happened on the plane got brought up so she was telling them her point of view.
I felt my phone vibrate so I checked.
iMessage
kay 🥊
you also having a weird feeling like something bad is going to happen to ty?
yeah.
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Fanfiction"You really shouldn't but i need to kiss you once more," she says. I cup her face with my hands and I kiss her. I take my time and I kiss her, taking in every second of it. Billie pulls away and rests her head on mine. "I love you," I say. "I kn...
