Billie Eilish

You didn't even know why your mom wouldn't let you stay home alone, but she had to go out of town for a date or something, and she didn't want you to be home alone for the night. You were already mature enough, why did she think you're a seven year old child and hired a fucking baby sitter?

Anyway, the baby sitter was on the way, so you decided to take a quick shower. After shower, you got dressed into your PJ's, an oversized band tee and some sport shorts. The shorts were perhaps a bit too short, but who cares.

After 20 minutes or something, you heard a knock on the door and opened it. Billie was standing in front of you. Her hair slightly wet from the rain, small smile on her lips, light blue eyes. God, she's pretty... Where did your mom find her?

"Hi, i'm Billie. Is this ms. Y/m/n house?" She said, still with that same smile on her lips.

"i- uh, yes, it is, come in Billie." You stuttered, catching yourself from drowning in her eyes.

For five minutes or so, you led her around the house, telling her where the bathroom and guest room is, that type shit. After the tour of the house, you went to your room as Billie started watching tv. Even tho you didn't flirt with her or something, you were completely losing your shit, cheeks slightly flushed, as your mind kept thrifting back at her. You kinda regretted not flirting with her.

After 30 minutes or so, Billie knocked on your door as your cheeks immediately flushed again.

"Come in," You said, you voice a bit higher than meant to.

Billie opened the door and stepped inside, one of her hands fidgeting with the sleeve of her shirt. "i, uh... forgot my PJ's... Can i borrow a pair from you?" She said, slightly flustered but recovering it with a cough.