8 | link?

billie's pov -

"ready for opening night?" zoe smiled.

"yeah i'm pumped," i nodded. "just talked to lani and she was hyping me up."

"that's good," zoe nodded. "i'm glad you guys are both able to do what you love while supporting each other."

"me too," i agreed. "she's the best."

zoe nodded before saying "hey don't you have your first therapy session?"

"yeah it's actually in 10 minutes," i chuckled. "so get out."

i went on my laptop and got onto the therapy website. when i logged into my account, i saw i had message from my therapist.

it read : 'Mrs. O'connell, I am having a family emergency and I am not able to join our session today. However, I have assigned you another therapist to make up.

I apologize for the inconvenience.

- Lisa Bridges."

i just rolled my eyes and sighed. "that's just great," i said to myself.

i joined the therapy session via video chat and waited for the other therapist to join in.

after about 2 minutes, the therapist joined and...

i'm sure you guessed it.

"hello ma'am i'm dr. butler and- oh my god," hasson's eyes got wide.

right along with mine.

"billie?" she furrowed her eyebrows. "what the hell?"

"oh hell no," i shook my head.

"damn," she started. "lisa told me to fill in for her but she didn't give me a name. i would've told her no."

i scoffed. "well don't worry cause we can end it right here."

"well wait. i mean do you actually need some therapy right now? cause i can't find you another one this last minute," hasson said.

"no i'll be fine-"

"billie," she started. "i know we've had our differences but if you genuinely need someone to talk to-"

"it won't be you," i looked at her like she was crazy.

"why do you need therapy billie?" she rose her eyebrows. "what's happening in your life right now?"

"hasson-"

"it's about leilani?"

"i'm literally not speaking on that with you," i shook my head.

"i know it must be about her," she tilted her head. "i've seen her posts about her being sick. im sorry for what you guys went through."

i squinted. "thanks. it's- it's fine, she's fine now."

"so then why are you here?"

i just sighed.

"i saw she thanked you on social media for helping take care of her over the past year," she started. "that must've been a lot for you."

i shrugged. "yeah, so?"

"so you probably have some sort of damage from all of that," she suggested.

i just looked at her.

"talk to me, billie."

"ugh fine," i started. "what i will tell you is that i'm afraid something bad will happen to her while i'm gone."

"like you think she'll get sick again?" hasson rose her eyebrows.

"lowkey," i said. "or just something. i don't know, you know she's always getting into some shit."

"and you feel like you need to always be there to save her," she added.

"yeah," i nodded.

"you have to trust that she can handle her own billie," she told me.

"but that's my baby," i shrugged. "i don't know. i'm just worried."

"okay so we need to work on some goals for you," hasson started. "and some ways to get past your worries."

"this is weird," i shook my head. "hasson you have to get me another therapist."

"you just seemed okay confiding in me," she furrowed her eyebrows.

"i didn't mind tell you my own concerns but i'd never tell you anything super personal about my relationship with the girl you used to fuck," i rose my eyebrows.

"okay fair enough," she chuckled. "fine i'll get you another therapist for the next time."

"thanks," i chuckled.

"damn billie we could've been friends," she shook her head.

i rolled my eyes. "sure."

"i'm serious," hasson started. "we just both wanted the same girl so we hated each other."

"well," i shrugged. "i guess we'll never know what it could've been."

"i mean we could link sometime," she said. "if you'd be up for it."

"link? me and you?" i furrowed my eyebrows.

"just if you needed a friend since lani's not out there with you," she shrugged. "but i get tour will have you busy."

"um," i looked away in thought. "i take breaks every now and then and go back to los angeles. i guess we could link then."

"okay cool," hasson smiled.

"okay," i grinned.

-

leilani's pov -

"how was the show last night, baby?" i asked billie with a smile.

"soooo good!" she exclaimed. "great way to start tour off."

"good! what about therapy? how was that?"

"oh my god," billie started. "you won't believe wh-"

"helloooooo," margie yelled as she came through my front door.

"okay i'm seriously gonna take your key away," i chuckled. "say hey to b," i showed her the facetime call.

"oh hey eilish," marg waved at her.

"hey margie," billie smiled. "are you guys about to go on your daily run?"

"unfortunately," i rolled my eyes.

"heys it's not my fault you chose a job that involved being in underwear 90% of the time," marg said. "so cmon. oh and what the hell happened to your mailbox?"

"huh? what happened to your mailbox?" billie furrowed her eyebrows.

"oh um i don't know i'll have to go see," i lord. "well babe i'll just talk to you later."

"okay mama," she said. "i love you."

"i love you more."

i hung up the phone and looked at margie.

"oh no," she tilted her head. "what did you do?"

"my mailbox was um- hit by a truck," i started.

"what the fuck?" she her eyes got wide. "who's truck? like the actual mailman?"

i sighed. "nope."

"then who? you live in such a private area," margie shook her head. "who the fuck knows how to get here- wait."

i looked down.

"what kinda truck lani?" she squinted.

"a white pickup truck," i scratched my neck.

she knew immediately who's truck it was.

"do you want to die? cause i'll kill you right now!" she fussed.

"i didn't do anything!" i said in defense. "he got drunk and came over here."

"you haven't seen him in the past 5 years and he randomly comes to your house?" she rose her eyebrows.

"well we actually saw each other at the beach the other day," i nodded.

then i proceeded to tell margie about the beach encounter and then about when he showed up at my house that night.

"i wanna murder him so bad," margie shook her head. "and you too!"

"why me?"

"you let him stay here!"

"he was drunk!" i exclaimed.

"could've told him to sleep in his truck," she pointed out.

"none of that was going through my head," i explained. "the only thing roaming through my head was how i just wanted him to leave me alone."

"right so let him stay in your hou-"

"margie!" i exclaimed. "he was out by the time i woke up. what does it matter?"

"cause i don't trust him!" she exclaimed.

"it's fine! he's gone now!" i rolled my eyes. "and i can get the mailbox fixed, no problem."

she sighed. "leilani rose o'connell," she shook her head. "i swear."

"yeah yeah yeah," i shrugged.

"i know damn well you didn't tell billie," she crossed her arms.

"god no," i shook my head. "she would've been on the first flight back here to kill him and me."

"true," margie nodded. "yeah im with you on that. let's not tell billie. at least not right now."

"im glad we finally agree on something," i grinned.

"alright cmon let's go on our run," she said. "and as your manager, since you're recovered now i need you to get back to being more active on social media."

"was that your way of saying post myself in this athlesiure outfit?" i rose my eyebrows.

"yup and tag the brand," she grinned. "you know how this goes. you're back, the fans love when you're active anyway."