Smile, Billie [ a billie eilish fanfic | girl x girl ]

5 - xanny

5 - xanny

It's been about an hour since Billie has left, and all I did was use my phone, and like posts from fan pages dedicated to me.

I follow some of them.

I almost forgot that I was rising to fame.

Weird how I forgot, huh? Seeing that I hang out with Billie Eilish.

Oh, shit!

I hang out with Billie Eilish.

I'm freaking famous!

What the hell!

For the past hour, I've been scrolling through my Instagram, and I couldn't do it in peace, since there were so much notifications popping up.

I loved it!

I see several fan pages dedicated to me.

There were also some dedicated to Billie and I.

Some were for our friendship...

But, most of them were shipping accounts.

They call our ship: BelLie.

BelLie is a such weird ship name; it was almost as weird as me.

And again, I loved it.

Not the ship, I mean, but the weird name of the ship.

It's not like BelLie would sail anyway, right?

Sure, well the Bel from BelLie has already started–

That's not true. No way.

Weirdly, there were more BelLie accounts than actual Bella fan pages.

I see a notification pop up, saying someone has tagged me in their post.

I open it, and see a video edit of me.

I find it really cute, so I like it.

I tap on the profile that posted it: @billiexbella
Holy shiiiiiit.

I've just liked a post from a BelLie shipper.

I can't unlike it, of course — that's rude.

Welp, what's the worst that could happen?

I don't know, maybe people would think that since you liked a post from a Billie and Bella shipping fan page, you two are actually dating.

Nah.

I shrug as I continue liking posts from Bella supporters.

It was getting dark inside the room, so I go out the couch, and open the red curtains.