We got down from the roof and sneaked to the car park. He got in his car and started it up, then looked at me, obviously waiting for me to get in.

"Are you getting in?" He asked furrowing his eyebrows confused.

"Okay I know I've already said this, but I don't know you that well. You could be like an axe murderer or something crazy." I said to him, he chuckled finding it funny.

"I think if I was a murder I would have either killed you like instantly as soon as I met you or building it up." He told me.

"You're worrying me now, what if you're just doing it unexpectedly?"

"Marsha." He said putting his hand on his forehead in frustration.

"Give me one reason why I should risk my life to get in that car with you?" I asked him half-smiling pointing at him sitting in the car.

"Okay I'll give you a few, one I'm extremely attractive and you would be missing on a great opportunity, two you'll be getting out of school and third, if my gut is telling me right then I've got a really good feeling about you Marsha. So will you just get in?" He laughed. He looked up at me with those eyes of his. Those weren't the eyes of any murderer. Which was obvious I knew that as soon as they sunk into my memory. I just liked to play around a bit.

I sighed and opened the door into his car, I clicked in my seat belt and looked over at him. He smiled at me proud of himself for getting me into the car. "See? You're still alive?"

"Yeah, for now."

He began to drive. The atmosphere between us was very silent and awkward. I was frantically thinking fast of things to say or hoping he would, which eventually thank fuck he did.

"So tell me about yourself then," he said changing his focus between me and the road in front of him.

"What do you wanna know?"

"Everything, tell me it all." He smiled. "What's your name?"

"It's Marsha." I laughed. "Y'know that."

"I thought that was just short for something," he chucked to himself. "So Marsha..?"

"Marsha Brooks."

"Marsha? Marsha... not marshal?"

I nodded again. "So what's your name?"

"Billie Joe."

"Your second's names joe? I've never heard that before."

He shook his head. "No that's my first name. My second names Armstrong."

"Oh like the guy who went to the moon?" I said taking the piss. He rolled him eyes as we parked into the car park at the new café in town.

We got in an ordered some food and sat down and waited, he carried on to question me.

"So what do you do?" He asked me intrigued.

I just shrugged. I didn't do a whole lot of interesting shit. "Nothing really."

"No hobbies, no collections, no-"

"-nope, what about you?"

"Well," he smiled sitting up in his chair, happy I asked. "I'm in a band."

"A band?"

"Yeah," he nodded proudly. I saw the light in his eyes as if he was a little child. "I'm the singer, I also do guitar."

"So it's like a real band?"

"Oh yeah, there's me, tre, and mike. Tre does the drums. Mike does the backup vocals and he also does bass and I sing and guitar." He told me getting really into it.

"That's cool? Got any songs?"

"Loads!"

"Can I listen to any?" I asked him. He looked at and me and smiled.

"Sure, I'll play some in the car later." He told me. A waiter came with our food and placed our plaits in front of us. We began to eat.

"Siblings?" He asked me. I shook my head.

I was an only child who lived with my mom. My dad passed early on roundabout when I was young, but not too young for it to not hurt me. If that's even possible. My mom never really seemed interested in men after dad. "You just live with your mom and dad?"

I got a lump in my throat. "Erm, no. Just me and my mom. My dad, erm, my dad passed."

He looked immediately guilty as I saw it flash in his eyes as he quickly took his gaze off me and to his plait. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to touch on that." He said softly. He looked back up at me. His eyes looked at me as if they had understood the pain, comforting and calming.

"You?"

"Me, my mom and my stepdad."

"You don't have any siblings?"

"Oh no," he smiled as if I really misunderstood him. "I have plenty. I'm the youngest of them all."

"I wish I had siblings." I smiled. "You're lucky."

"Am I fuck!" He laughed. I looked at him confused. "Miss Brooks as much as in the movies they emphasis how amazing siblings can be they are annoying, they will burst in your room with no context what so ever just to piss you off, they'll just randomly hit you because they can, they'll wind you up for a laugh, they'll take it out on you when they're angry, you'll never be able to hide a secret from a brother or sister, they are so unbelievably nosy, they have very short tempers when it comes to other siblings and you do not understand the pain of them stealing your shit!" He laughed. Really emphasising the horrors of having siblings to me. It only made me laugh to see how strongly he felt about the topic.

"I didn't realise you were so heartfelt on siblings being assholes." I smiled. he smiled back, his crooked smile got me.

We finished our food and paid before we got back in his car and he drove.

"Before I take you home I got to show you something else." He told me as we changed directions on the road.

"This is where you kill me isn't it?" I laughed.

"What- no I'm not going to kill you!"

"So am I gonna hear your songs?" I wondered out loud.

"You curious?" He asked me. Smiling but still looking at the road. Although he occasionally did turn to me.

"I guess you could say that Billie Joe yeah."

"Curiosity killed the cat y'know."

"Oh trust me I know," I laughed quietly while picking up a CD case from the floor of the car. I looked closely at it to see Billies name along with the two boys he told me about earlier.

"Can I?" I asked him. He nodded as I slotted it into the CD player in his car.

We listening to his music. I bopped my head along in time enjoying the ryhtm of the music and he sang along to the voice of himself quietly. We finished the music and got out of the car as I wouldn't shut up about how amazing a singer he was.

"That was sick!"

"You think?" He asked me as we walked.

"Uhuh! You're gonna be famous!"

"Nah, I doubt that,"

The sun began to set as a beautiful, soft and yet vibrant orange danced around the scene of the field.

I looked over at Billie who sat down so I sat down next to him.

"What's this place? A fields a weird place to murder someone isn't it?" I asked him.

"It's my safe safe zone."

"Why two safes?"

"Because a place as safe as a rooftop will get you, they're still holding life inside of the building. Unless it's abandoned in that case that's just shit scary. Anyway, it makes you look around on everyone else who just doesn't need to sit on a roof to feel at peace. But this place, this place just feels like time stops." He said looking over at the landscape taking it in. "Especially when the sunsets. Y'know?"

I nodded my head slowly listening closely to him.

"There are just certain places where time feels like it stops: an empty park at night, or when you're looking over on a lake and it's foggy. Or a field, empty fields can either feel comforting or creepy as hell. But we came at the right time." He smiled looking over at me. With his crooked grin spread straight across his gorgeous face. "Don't you get those feelings?"

"Yeah," I nodded. "When I was young, just before my dad died. I was sat in the waiting room at night by myself. My mom was getting me something from the vending machine in the other room, although I think she actually went for to cry away from me so I didn't worry. And no one else was in there and at the back of the room, the lights flickered every five minutes for a moment. And it felt like forever." I told him. I didn't get emotional. I didn't tear up. I had been over the story so many times with therapists to cry over it again. It still hurt every time but became more familiar in a sad and greeving way.

"Same here." He said softly. I looked over at him confused. "My dad died of cancer when I was young. I was in a waiting room with my mom, and apart from us was a nurse crying at the other end of the room. I think she had just lost a patient or something." He told me. It just came to me why his eyes were filled with understanding when he looked at me over the table at the café. "And it felt like the longest moment of my life."

"I'm sorry Billie," I whispered. I didn't mean for it to come out so quietly.

"It's okay, I don't want pity, the last thing I'm looking for is a pity party. just wanted to let y'know I know how it feels, y'know?"

"Yeah." I smiled painfully.

We went silent.

"How many, girls have you made a move on here?" I questioned trying to lighten up the atmosphere around us.

"None." He said as we both laid back in the grass.

I got up and looked at him to see if he was smirking or sniggering, but his face was still. "Really? None?" I asked surprised.

"Yeah, I told you. This is my safe spot. Where I rant to myself or come to get peace of mind or cry."

"But I'm here?" I said confused but I laid back down beside him.

He nodded.

"So what does that mean?"

"Well... meaning your part of my safe space." He said looking up. I smile showed up on my face. "And I trust you." He finished.

"I trust you too, thank you for taking me here."

"It's nothing."

"But, you've just met me?"

"I told you miss Brooks, I have a feeling about you. But that doesn't mean you might not prove me wrong. I'm just a guy that goes with his gut y'know?" He rambled on as I nodded. I liked how he called me 'Miss Brooks.' Almost like I was important. Made me feel important. He was making me feel important. And I was loving it. Every second of it, just laying in an empty field with him as the sun fell from the sky.

"Got it, sir."

"But some rules." He added sitting back up once again. I looked at his eyes listening to him.

"You're free to come here when you feel the same, y'know... Sad, angry or just want to hear your thoughts. And I will obviously continue. Maybe some times we will cross paths and will have each other to help with." The thought of that made me smile, he was sweet. "But, no bringing anyone here! At all, you can't tell anyone about this place." He said seriously.

"I won't," I smiled "I promise," I said putting my pinky out.

He locked eyes with me as he wrapped his pinky around mine. And we shook on it, pinky shook.