the fosters X billie eilish

twenty three;

Third POV

"Okay, now just tilt your head a little to the right." Alex mumbled.

Billie rolled her eyes, but complied anyway.

Alex was currently attempting to draw Billie. She always loved to draw, she started at around the age of 7 and hasn't stopped since. And after Billie insisted that Alex stayed at her place for the day, even though she just spent the night after the party ended, she told her she would only stay if Billie let Alex draw her.

"Bro, you almost done? My neck's cramping." Billie groaned as she rubbed her eyes and stretched her neck.

"Yes. Now quite whining." Alex chuckled as she continued sketching out Billie's nose.

Last night, after Billie helped Alex clean up, she put her to sleep and then made sure to cuddle her extra tight. She ended up staying awake for most of the night, trying to get the stupid video Andrea posted off of social media. Luckily, Andrea ended up deleting the videos from all her social media platforms, clearly out of fear and probably a lot of pain.

That didn't stop other people from reposting it, though. Billie sent a few threatening texts to some of the people who had the video posted, which were mostly teenage guys that went to their school. She sent lengthy messages telling them that if they didn't delete it, she would cut their dicks off and feed it to them, which surprisingly worked for the most part. Billie spent a total of 2 hours reporting and blocking multiple people on different apps. She barely got any sleep, which was why she was exhausted.

Billie also couldn't stop thinking about the comment Andrea made about Alex's abusive birth mother. Alex never talked about her birth parents, and Billie assumed it was a sensitive topic to her, so she never brought it up. Her curiosity was eating her alive, but the last thing she wanted was to pressure Alex into talking about something like that.

After the whole fight, Billie couldn't help but feel slightly guilty for not being able to stop Andrea. She felt like she should've done more in attempt to scare her away. Billie also couldn't help but feel really frustrated since she wanted everyone to know Alex was hers. She didn't want anyone else to be touching her or even thinking about her. She wanted to be the only person that gets to know Alex and her weird little quirks and her pet peeves and everything about her. It was really hard for her to feel that way knowing Alex wasn't actually hers. It disappointed Billie so much and she wanted to change that. She felt responsible for all of the events that took place, and almost like she let Alex down, which definitely wasn't the case. Alex didn't feel as bad as she expected herself to after she woke up. Waking up in Billie's cozy arms definitely helped.

Alex knew the minute she was going to be alone in her own thoughts, she would probably feel like pure shit. It was almost like last night's events haven't really hit her just yet. But when she was with Billie, she didn't even think about all the drama that occurred at the party. Billie brought out a side of her that she really loved and it was hard to think about life falling apart when there was always someone there supporting her through it all.

A couple minutes later, Alex put her pencil down. "Okay, I'm done." She smiled, looking down at her drawing.

It definitely wasn't her best work, but she didn't care.

"Ooh! Show me! Show me!" Billie grinned as she bounced up from the wooden stool she was sitting on. Alex chuckled and turned her drawing to Billie's direction.

Billie narrowed her eyes at the drawing and didn't say anything. She couldn't.

"Damn, I didn't think it was that bad." Alex mumbled as she let her back fall on the bed, looking up at the ceiling.