I guess you could say I put a little bit of thought into my outfit going over to Billies. I decided to add curls in my hair instead of just normally straighten it like I did every single day, not right curls. More loose fluffy ones.

I wore my normal black skinny jeans but today I added a belt, I will admit I tightened it a bit just to emphasis my waist but no harm. I wore a normal plain black shirt tucked in.

I checked myself quickly in the mirror. Checked for any sudden spots, or anything like that.

Why did I care so much?

Am I forgetting? I feel like I'm-

Teeth.

I ran into the bathroom to brush my teeth as I checked the time. It was quarter to eight, it took me fifteen minutes to walk there.

After I finished violently brushing my teeth, gums And tongue I set off and walked over to Billies. I didn't take a jacket or a hoodie. It was really warm outside to be honest. I didn't wanna get sweaty or anything y'know?

I reached Billies as I knocked on his door, he opened it grinning.

"Well you look different," he beamed mostly to himself as he looked me up and down slowly. And I mean slowly.

"What are you doing?" I giggled shyly.

He shook his head. "Just taking it all in." He smiled as he moved from the doorway signaling with his head for me to come in by moving it in the direction two times. I laughed softly and walked into his house as he shut the door behind me.

"C'mon." He said as he grabbed my wrist and pulled me upstairs with him into what I'm guessing, or hoping, was his room.

He opened the door to a typical teenage boys room, there were posters all over the walls, his desk was filled with useless shit, a pile of clothes on a chair covered with what he thought was swift with a blanket. His floor was clear, I guess I could give him that.

He sat on his bed and turned the huge rotating fan on beside his bed.

"You can sit down y'know." He chuckled tapping a spot on the bed next to him indicating for me to sit down. I laughed a little and sat next to him.

"Nice room." I complimented looking around.

"Thanks, alright let me just grab the keys and we'll go." He told me opening the top draw of his bedside table and picked up his car keys.

What?

"And we'll go where? I thought we were staying here?" I asked him confused.

"Well I told you, it's a date. We can't have a date in my room now can we?" He smiled mischievously.

"But we-" he cut me off as he got up and began to walk out his room,

"Come on babe, it'll be fun."

We got into his car as he began to drive.

"So where exactly are you planning on taking me Billie joe?" I asked him. He didn't reply, just smiled as he drove.

There was a moment of silence.

"Have you heard about the riots?" He asked me.

"Riots?"

He nodded. "Yeah, there's supposed to be a really big riot tonight. Something to do with the way the mayor is leading this town. I don't know, I just follow rules." He shrugged.

I snorted, he looked over at me confused. "What?" He asked me.

"You don't follow any rules."

"I could if I wanted to,"

"But you don't," I laughed.

"Fine okay, maybe I don't listen exactly to the rules or the laws-"

"laws!?"

"Anyway! There's supposed to be a big riot tonight."

"Are you going?" I asked him curious.

"Pha, no!" He laughed loudly like that was a stupid thing of me to ask. "Are you?"

"No, riots scare me." I admitted.

"Do you like beaches?" He randomly asked.

The sun was setting as I rested my head on the window. "Yeah, I love beaches. Why?"

He shrugged. "Just curious."

I couldn't miss the opportunity. "Curiosity killed the cat y'know?" I laughed. I saw him bite his lip trying not to smile as he told me playfully to shut up.

He began to park at the side of an unbusy road. We pulled up at a beach, but no one was here. There was a peer at the bottom of the sand and the sea reflected the orange light the sun gave set.

"Is this another one of your safe spots?" I asked him as we got out of the car. He laughed but didn't exactly answer as we walked down to the peer.

"I'm getting sand in my shoe!" I whined as I stopped walking and pulled off my shoe, I turned it upside down in an attempt to empty the sand out of it.

He looked over his shoulder and sighed as he saw I was lagging behind. "Oh Marsha come on!" He smiled lightly.

"There's sand in my shoes!"

He began to walk back to me, what is he doing?

"Here," he chuckled as he grabbed me and swooped me up, carrying me bridal style. I didn't really kick or fuss or fight it. I laughed as he carried me closer to the peer. The familiar smell of the sea hit my nose.

We reached the peer as he put me down and we sat on the edge, dangling our legs over the side.

I looked over at him. He focused closely on the moving water in front of us.

"How do y'know this place?" I asked him.

"I come here sometimes," was all he said. As he looked stilly in front of him. I saw in his eyes he was holding something back, that intrigued me greatly.

"Why?"

"When I and Mike first became friends, after my dad passed, we would come here a lot. We grew up over the years just coming here and talking about things and getting drunk. Sometimes waking up here too." He sniggered, finally smiling. "It's a nice place isn't it?" He asked looking over to me, with gentle eyes.

I felt myself melt a little as he hit me with his crooked childlike smile. "It's a great place."

"I thought you would like it."

He looked back at the ocean in front of us. He was adorable when he wanted to be.

We went silent. But not an awkward silence. It was a comfortable silence. One I could live in forever. I felt myself shake at the cold wind hitting my bare arms as the sky transitioned to night.

"You cold?" He asked me, not smirking or smiling. Just genuinely asking.

"No,"

"Yeah, you are." Now he smirked.

"No..."

"Come here," he smiled as he stood up, I watched him to see what he was doing. He pulled his hoodie off as I noticed his shirt ride up a little exposing his stomach. I felt my ears heat up as I looked away.

I quickly looked back to see he had taken his hoodie off. He shoved it over my head and smiled.

"Billie, what about you?" I asked him putting my arms through the sleeves as he sat back down in a shirt.

"Don't worry about me, I'm fine."

"But it's cold?"

"That's why you have it."

I pulled the sleeves over my hands as I wrapped myself in it. Taking in his scent, it smelt of a few smells: weed, cigarettes but most boys cologne.

"You look happy in it." He laughed.

"I'm happy anyway."

"Cause we're at the beach?"

I sighed slightly laughing. "No Billie, I'm with you. I'm just enjoying the moment."

Billies P.O.V

"No Billie, I'm with you. I'm just enjoying the moment." She smiled, looking back at the sea. I felt my heart skip a beat or two. As I watched her eyes flicker around looking at the waves. I had never got this feeling I was experiencing before.

I felt my stomach tingle as if there were bugs crawling inside, butterflies was it? She made me feel happy. Was this what it was like having a girl as a friend?

I know it was bad to say. But I never really appreciated the beauty of a girl until this moment. The way their hips curve out, the way they, or most importantly, she would batter her eyelashes when looking up and making eye contact, the way she played with her hair when she was talking, the way it fell just so perfectly over her shoulders staying in the curls she had put them in earlier on.

"Your staring Billie," she smiled to me. Pulling me out of my thoughts quickly.

"I am? Oh, sorry I was just thinking."

She scooted closer in a comforting way and rested her head lightly on my shoulder and looked up into my eyes.

That was when my stomach really turned inside out.

"What are you thinking?" She asked me.

You.

"Just things, band, school. That jazz."

She laughed as if I had said something funny, I don't think I did.

"Okay, now I know your lying. School?" She asked moving her head from my shoulder and looking at me smiling, I felt my body slump as she moved it. But I don't think she noticed that.

"Well no, not exactly school." I shivered.

"Your cold?" She said in a concerning tone. A light tone. My heart melted a little I swear.

"No," I quickly lied.

"Come on." She said as she got up. I didn't wanna leave.

She put out her hand for me to grab to help me get up as I took it near enough straight away getting up from sitting at the end of the peer. She let go after.

"Hey hey, what are you doing there!" I laughed grabbing her hand again and interwinding her fingers with mine.

"You're sweet, I bet you don't get that a lot." She smiled as we walked back over the sand to the car, she didn't seem to care about the sand this time.

"I'm not s-sweet! You're not supposed to find me sweet." I stammered slightly.

"What am I suppose to find you then?"

"I don't know..." I smiled awkwardly.

We got into the car as we played a few songs to end the night as I drove her back. I dropped her off at her house parking outside of it after she had obvuoulsy given me her adress.

"Thank you for tonight Billie joe." She smiled at me, her smile seemed genuine. I couldn't help but smile like an absolute dork back at her.

"Anytime."

She leaned over to me before softly planting a kiss on my cheek as she came back In front of my face and smiled.

I froze... but in a good way. I was still trying to fully process she kissed my cheek. I've got more than kisses on the cheeks from other chicks but never has it made me feel so... warm.

She smiled once more as she opened the car door and left the car walking back to her house.

We had a sweet night, and I tried my hardest to not ruin it by looking at her ass as she walked away. But I failed either way.

She walked Up her garden and waving one last time before opening the door and disappearing inside.

But why did she have to leave? Couldn't we have just chatted a little longer in the car?

Why was I even thinking like this?

Normally. Once I was done with a girl for the night. Seeing them leave out the window after I pissed them off by not remembering their name was a relief half the time.

But I felt sort of sad that tonight had ended. But why?

Hold up, she's still got my hoodie!

Marsha, you're gonna be the death of me already, and I've got a feeling on it. A gut instinct.