Knock knock knock

I stood in front of Billie's door, with a suitcase by my side. It was currently ten to seven. I was early, but I guess it was better than being late.

The door opened. "Hey Marsha," Billie smiled as he grabbed my suitcase and went back inside, I followed behind him.

"I can carry my own suitcase y'know." I laughed. As we walked up to his room and he dropped it on his bed, along with his and what I'm guessing was Tre and Mike's suitcases. "Where are they?" I asked him, referring to Mike and Tre.

"At the shop getting snacks. I think they said,"

"What time do we leave?" I questioned him as I sat myself at the end of his bed, only place where there was some space to sit.

"Half seven," he told me, as he rushed around his room grabbing things and putting them in his open suitcase. "Tre and Mike are going in Tre's car by the way." He said to me.

"They are? I thought we were all gonna-"

"-no, it just makes it easier and Tre wasn't very fond of the idea of leaving his car behind for a week, he's always paranoid someones gonna trash it or key it up." He told me. Finally zipping up his bag and sitting next to me.

"Why would someone do that?"

"Tres pissed off a whole lot of people in the past." Billie nods to me. Suddenly we heard the downstairs door open.

"We're back!!" We heard Tre and mike shout in sync.

"Including me," Billie muttered as he got back up and out the room, into his bathroom. Tre and Mike came into the room with a few bags in their hands.

"Hey Marsha!" Mike smiled dropping the bags and pulling me into a big hug.

"Hi Mike, hi Tre." I smile as I hug Tre afterwards.

"I can't believe Billie actually convinced you to come." Mike laughs as him and Tre grab a backpack and shove all the shit they had bought from the shop into it, then Tre swings it round his shoulder after closing it.

"I know,"

"It wasn't hard," Billie smiled entering the room, mostly smiling at me. "She even said she didn't wanna go a week without me."

After a while of all the boys running around. It was time for me and Billie to set off, Mike and Tre had the job of loading up Tre's drums into the car so, we were going to end up getting there before them.

We said goodbye for now as we got into Billie's car after a while of putting our stuff in the back.

"You ready?" He smiled, as he put on his seatbelt. I nodded putting mine on as we began to set off, I waved to mike and tre out the window as soon enough they were out of our sight.

"So why exactly are we leaving home for a week?" I asked him.

"I've got a gig at this place, and I mean it's huge. A lot of people go there to listen to the sort of music we produce, y'know like... punk music. And there's gonna be a lot of important people looking, like people interested in managing a band. So if they like what they hear we get signed up and then we can release the album we've been working on." He explains to me, he seemed so happy about all of this. I could always see how much music meant to him but in this exact moment his eyes were filled with joy and the smile on his face hadn't left since I first saw him at ten to seven.

"That's awesome, you guys are gonna do so good I know it." I beamed at him.

"Thank you Marsha, I'm just glad you're coming."

"Me too." I gently let out as my huge grin turned smaller since the conversation had ended there. I leaned my head against the window looking over at the road as I watched other cars and Trees pass.

Maybe these cars too are going somewhere important. Maybe even one of these cars has someone sat in it that's going somewhere which could determine their future.

Maybe not, but you can never rule out the possibility.

Maybe even one of them has someone else that's coming with them like I was with Billie, and maybe they too had secret feelings for them... but just being friends and flirting was enough for people like me and said maybe possible person, who are afraid of being messed over.

"I'm just nervous, the gig is on the fourth day. So we have a few days to practice. A few days to settle down and become less nervy." He spoke up again, Focusing only on the road in front of him as we just began to get onto the Motorway.

"At least you can have practice, you wouldn't even need it. I know you'll do awesome out there wether it was the first or last day we spend there," I motivated.

The two hours didn't feel too long, as we were already in the town we needed to be, I guess just talking to Billie made time fly more then it probably should.

He told me about all of his songs and the ideas behind them. And some old stories about him, Mike and Tre. I told him some old stories about me, and old friends. I liked talking to Billie, I liked talking to him a hell of a lot.

Billies P.O.V

We entered the town as I looked over at Marsha, to see her reaction. She stared out the window in awe looking at the amusements, and all the people, the places to go, the fancy cars we passed, the amount of signs advertising places like water parks, or amusement parks, or circuses.

It was different from where we came. Our home twin was bare, here was not.

"This is a big change." She whispered, still looking and taking it all in.

"It's the change I've been in need of." I laughed.

We pulled into the car park next to our hotel as we got out, taking out suitcases out of the trunk and walking inside.

We entered the hotel and the revived keys for our room as the women behind the counter gave them me, flirting a little. Which I could tell Marsha was getting extremely annoyed with, quickly said goodbye and pushed me forward to find out room.

The hotel looked fancy, almost too fancy for me. We found our number on the second floor and unlocked the door.

"This place is nice," Marsha said as she walked inside, I following behind her. Looking around wheeling her suitcase behind her.

The walls were white, a Classic colour for hotel walls, with black curtains at both side of a big window, leading to a balcony. The bed was a double bed, for two, with white pillows and bedding. Next to it was a bedside table with a classic lamp and a sofa in front of another long set of draws with a television on top of it.

"Wow... we really scored." She whispered to herself placing her suitcase next to the bed and throwing herself back on the bedding, taking it in. I couldn't help but laugh as I joined her.

"This place is sweet." I smiled. We began to unpack all our clothes and other things we had brought with us, since we didn't exactly have anything else important to do we just began to get settled into the hotel room and once all our clothes were in the draws (mine at least, as Marsha was still unpacking) and our essentials were where they needed to be, I sat back down on the bed watching Marsha still unpack.

"You're not gonna help?" She laughed. I shook my head as I carried on watching her.

She pulled something out, a piece of clothing that looked too familiar to me.

"Hey that's my-"

"-no!" She said quickly as she held it behind her back. I jumped up as she did too.

"That's my hoodie," I smirked. "Why did you bring that?"

"I-I didn't even think I had." She stuttered. Looking anywhere but me. And that's how I could tell she was lying.

"You're transparent."

"I'm not!"

"Okay, if you didn't mean to pack it. Can I have it back?"

"No!"

"Why?"

"It's mine now." She grinned pulling it to her chest. I sighed sitting back down on the bed as she finally packed the hoodie into the top draw of her set of draws.

I watched her as she packed everything away. Then came and laid on the bed next to me.

We laid in silence for a while. The type of silence I only loved when it was shared between me and her.

"Beej I'm hungry." She whined, looking up at the ceiling fan.

"Did you have breakfast?"

"No..." she said slowly. "I forgot." I Sighed laughing quietly. "Can we go get some? Please!"

"Now?" I asked sitting up.

"Come on Billie," she moaned as she sat up too. She grabbed my shirt as she continued to beg me.

"Fine." I gave in getting up, and taking my keys from the bedside table as we both stood up.

We left the hotel room as I drove us around, trying to find somewhere that looked nice enough to eat.

"What about there?" Marsha suggested.  Her finger against the window pointing at a small café on the corner of a street.

"If that's where you wanna go." I shrugged as I parked, we jumped out as I locked the car and walked in taking a seat next to the window around the front of the café as a waiter came over to us.

Marsha's P.O.V

"What would you like?" asked a girl, seemingly around mine and Billies age. Her hair was long and blonde, but I suspected extensions the way her hair looked to be a different length near her shoulders and round near her waist. She had false lashes on and a bit of lipstick, not really caked in makeup or anything dramatic. She smiled looking up from her little note pad, but her smile dropped as she looked up.. "Oh my god." She muttered.

"Shit," Billie cussed once he looked up to see who our waiter was, turning his face away from her and looking out the window. I didn't know exactly what to say, so I sat in confusion.

"How unlucky to see you here." She scoffed, taking her eyes off Billie and then turned to me with a smile. Asking me again sweetly what I wanted.

I wasn't rude back, I didn't even know what had happened between the two of them, I was nice to her with respect like I would be for anyone I had just met. I told her my order nicely. "Do you know what he wants?" She asked. Motioning with her head over to Billie. The way she said he, like she didn't even wanna remind herself of his name. And he was still looking out the window.

"He'll just have the same." I shrugged. She smiled at me as she looked back at her note pad. And flicked the page as she began to write something. She ripped the page off and put it in front of me smiling and then walking away. Billies focus still out the window. He hadn't noticed the paper, so I took it off the table and held it in front of me, so he couldn't see and read it.

'If he fucks you over as he did with me, give me a call and I'll sort him out :)'

Her number at the bottom of the note. I smiled at the gesture. Seemingly how that motto goes of girls looking out for girls. It was sweet. I put it into my pocket as I coughed waiting for Billie to stop looking out the window. He did and looked over at me.

"That was awkward." He smiled weirdly as he looked at the table in front of us.

"Who was she? She seemed nice." I asked him.

"An ex," he muttered.

"An ex?" I asked, my heart dropped.

"Well, I mean. We weren't exactly together but-" I cut him off becoming sort of angry.

"-you fucked her then fucked her over?"

He nodded. Like he wasn't proud of what he had done but still admitting it to me.

Shortly after a while another waiter came and gave us our food. Maybe the other girl didn't want to come back and see him again. Did he really hurt her that much? I though as I began to feel sort of guilty.

"Hey, you okay?" He asked me, I must had zoned out or something. I shook my head and told him I was fine, picking up my knife and fork as I began to eat. I was starving.

"This is gonna be great. Later on, when Mike and Tre get here, we can go to a bar or something." He smiled. I still felt kind of angry. So I just nodded. "Are you sure your okay?" He asked me again. More concerned.

"Yeah," I said. "I just felt sort of bad for that girl is all." I shrugged dropping it. If I was gonna spend a whole week with him I couldn't exactly be angry at him the whole time could I? Especially on the first day.

"Yeah," he nodded. "Me too."

"Oh so you're not completely cold-hearted for the girls you hurt?" I teased.

"Well, I guess After meeting you it all came into realisation." He shrugged, being serious. "I didn't mean to hurt them I was just-"

"-horny?" I laughed. He chuckled too.

"Yeah."

"At least you're noticing it now," I shrugged. Trying to find some good in it, although there wasn't a lot.

He shrugged too, as it to say 'yeah, I guess.'

"I wouldn't do that to you though, y'know that right?" He said, a sincere look in his eyes.

"I hope you wouldn't," I smiled, falsely smiled, "God rest your fucking soul if you ever did that to me I would kill you." I laughed. Wanting to make the atmosphere some sort of brighter.

"Well apart from the fear for you killing me I wouldn't want to lose you." He said, focusing on his plait that was nearly cleared. He must have been hungry too I guess.

"Well, I mean. We can't speak to far into the future about you and me fucking." I laughed. "We've not even kissed. And who's to say we will."

"Oh trust me," he smiled, when his eyes met mine again I felt every feeling in my stomach he had ever made me feel spill back into action. He smirked. "I'll get a kiss in, or maybe two... maybe more, by the time we have to go home."