More than just friends | Billie eilish

You had met Billie a few months ago, just by chance. A mutual friend had introduced you two at a party, and from the moment she walked in, you felt a pull. Billie had this confidence about her—effortless, cool, and yet somehow approachable. She was always surrounded by a small crowd, but it was her eyes that always caught yours. Dark, mischievous, and full of secrets.

At first, you didn't think she even noticed you. After all, she was Billie Eilish. She had a reputation, a world of her own. You were just someone on the outside, watching her from afar. But then, you found yourself in a conversation with her one night. It was casual at first, just small talk about music, but there was something about the way she looked at you—something that made you feel like you were the only person in the room.

And then, when she tilted her head slightly, her eyes locking with yours, you noticed it. She slowly licked her lips, just a quick movement, but it sent a shiver down your spine. Her gaze stayed on you—intense, seductive, like she was reading your every thought. You could feel the heat of her stare as if she was already imagining what could happen. You weren't sure if it was just playful, or if there was something more behind it, but you couldn't look away.

Over the next few weeks, you started to see her more often. At the same parties. On social media. And every time, there was that same pull. It wasn't just attraction—it was something deeper. She made you feel seen in a way that was almost impossible to explain.

And then, one night, Billie slid into your DMs. She casually mentioned how she had remembered your conversations and how it felt like you two had an instant connection. The conversation flowed easily, and it didn't take long for you to realize that she was just as intrigued by you as you were by her.

"Wanna come over to my place this weekend?" she asked one evening, after a few exchanges.

Your heart raced. The thought of spending time with her alone made you nervous, but it also excited you. You quickly agreed, even though the nerves were bubbling up in your stomach. What was this really going to be?

The day arrived, and you were both excited and unsure of what to expect. Billie texted you when you were about 10 minutes away, telling you to meet her at the front door.

Billie swings the door open before you even have a chance to knock, leaning against the frame with that signature smirk. She's in a hoodie and sweatpants, her hair slightly messy, but somehow, she still manages to look effortlessly cool.

"Took you long enough," she teases, stepping aside with a playful glance. "Come on in."

You step inside, feeling the warmth of her presence as she closes the door behind you. Billie doesn't hesitate; she steps closer and gently places her hand on the small of your back, guiding you down the hall with a soft, teasing tug.

"Come on," she says, her voice low, playful, and full of promise. She leads you forward, taking slow, deliberate steps like she's savoring the anticipation, her hand resting lightly on your back, her touch warm against your skin.

Her room comes into view, and it's everything you imagined. The walls are adorned with posters, some old and some new, giving the room a lived-in, yet still artistic feel. There are vinyl records stacked neatly on a shelf, and the faint scent of vanilla lingers in the air.

The room is bathed in the glow of her LED lights, casting a warm red hue that makes everything feel intimate and private. Soft shadows stretch across the walls, and a few candles sit untouched on the desk, their presence adding a quiet ambiance to the space. The bed is unmade, sheets tossed carelessly, yet it feels inviting.

Billie turns to face you, standing just a little too close. Her eyes glint with amusement, and she gives you a sly smile as she brushes a lock of hair behind your ear.