I woke up warm, and mostly confused as I felt another person in my bed. As I remembered about last night. When I asked Billie to stay the night. His arms were around me and our legs were inter winded together. He slept in his jeans, as I was in my shorts. I didn't just feel warm temperatures wise. I felt warm in my stomach. I wanted to stay like this for hours. Just feeling his arms around Me. But I looked at the clock, and I knew I needed to wake him up in time for school or else we would both result in being late.

"Billie," I muttered to him trying to shove his arms off me. He groaned and pulled me closer. "Billie!" I laughed flicking him on the head. He suddenly began to flutter his eyes open, confused.

"What? Where am I?"

"At mine? Stupid!" I laugh. He opens his eyes fully to see that he had me in a lock, hugging me. I watched as red quickly began to spread across his cheeks as he quickly let go and sat up in bed.

Why did he have to move?

"Enjoy your sleep?" I asked him smirking. It felt good to be the one smirking out of us, as it was normally him.

"Shut up,"

"Come on. We gotta get ready for school." I said to him.

"Do we have to?" He whined childishly.

After finally getting Billie up, we got ready as Billie stayed in his jeans and top, I offered him one of mine.

"I've got some band shirts you can borrow if you wanna y'know? I mean, just so you're not in the same exact outfit as yesterday,"

"I'll have you know I changed when I got back from school into different clothes," 

"Alright Billie... so would you like a shirt? Or not,"

He pulled a face at me but nodded. I looked through my wardrobe as I fished him out an old band rock shirt. He went into the bathroom and put it on. As he came back we were near enough ready to go. So we went outside and waited for the bus.

"Thanks for letting me spend the night." Billie smiled. Looking down on me. He wasn't a tall guy, but I was a short girl so he did kind of have half a head over me.

"I'm glad you decided to come over." I smiled at him. Suddenly the bus pulled up as we both got on. Alice immediately clicked eyes with me as to ask why I was getting on the bus with Billie, as Billie went and sat at the back with Tre and Mike who whistles him over.

She wasn't the only one confused. A lot of people looked at Billie and I on the bus wondering why we both waited outside of my house.

I sat down next to Alice as she turned to me with a big huge grin. "Explain!" She laughed.

"He spent the night." I smiled. Her eyes grew wider if that was even possible. "After that riot, I asked him to come over, and I didn't want him walking back so he spent the night at mine." I blushed. I could feel my face heating up.

She looked back at Billie. "And is that your shirt! You love that shirt!" She asked me. I nodded slowly to her.

Once we got to school we had English. Which I sat next to Billie in.

I will admit in English he was talking to me a whole lot, I know Billie was the talking kind but he really just seemed to enjoy talking to me in that lesson. And I enjoyed it too, obviously.

He asked me if I would sit with him at lunch. I told him I wouldn't want to leave Alice and instead him, Tre and Mike should come over to us. He agreed with that pretty quickly.

Once dinner finally rolled over the three boys came and sat with us again. And seemingly Alice was happy about that. I mean she was always happy, god knows why but at dinner her laughing was none stop. I couldn't tell if it was Mike or Tre making her laugh so much.

"She sure is laughing a lot," Billie said to me, looking over at Alice who must have been cackling about something again for the tenth time now.

"I can't tell if it's Mike or if it's Tre that's making her get so giddy and happy," I told him kind of worried.

"I hope they both aren't gonna fall for her or something and get into a fight about it." He sighed.

"I don't think they will. But Alice just seems different." I sighed it off and changed subjects with Billie. There was no possible way she had a crush on one of them, like I said. Alice wasn't the type to fall for any guys.

"So when will I get my shirt back?" I smirked looking down at my shirt he was wearing.

"When I get my hoodie back," he smirked back, as mine dropped.

"Billie!" I whined.

He shrugged his shoulders as if to say 'that's how it is'.

"Look, I told my mom last night about your mom saying hi, she asked what your last name was and everything like that. And she said she use to be high school friends with your mom. And they were really close. She wants to meet you." He said it all so fast I had to think and re go over it all in my head, everything he had just said to me. I felt my head begin to spin.

"When?" I asked worriedly.

"Not tonight, she's at work." I think she said tomorrow. It's Saturday tomorrow right?"

I put my hands on my head.

"Hey, why are you stressing out?" He asked me putting a hand on my shoulder for comfort.

Why was I stressing out? It wasn't like he was my boyfriend and I had to make some sort of big impression was it?

"I'm just, nervous around new people." I Shrugged. Lying.

"It's okay, my moms super friendly and I know she'll love you." He smiled at me. Trying his best to make me feel better, but it just wasn't really working at all.

"I'm stressing out," I said gently leaning my head back.

"Wanna go for a cigarette?" He asked me. I said yeah, although I didn't actually want to smoke. I guess I just would've rather of been sat on the rooftop, with him.

So we went out of the cafeteria after making some sloppy excuse to Alice and the boys, and we climbed the roof. As we sat down he pulled one out and lighted it up.

He took a drag and passed it to me, but to his surprise of me saying I wanted a cig, I declined.

"I thought you wanted a cigarette?" He asked me, confused.

"I guess I just wanted to come up here with you." I Shrugged. My head felt all over the place all of a sudden.

"Oh," he said. As he stumped it out, he had only really taken a drag so he put it back in the box to finish off another time.

We went quiet. And it wasn't that peaceful and comforting kind of quite either. It was the awkward kind. But yet I didn't think of saying anything. I just kept my head in my hands.

He put his arm around me and pulled me closer to him as he rubbed my shoulder. "What's wrong?"

"I don't know," I shrugged. I brought my head up to look to him. His eyes were filled with concern. Like he really cared for me.

I guess I was worrying about meeting his mom. I didn't want to meet her if he was just gonna 'shoot and scoot.' Did all the girls meet his mom?

"Billie. Can I tell you something?" I asked him. He nodded straight away.

"Yeah, go ahead. I'm listening."

"When you went upstairs to find your phone after band practice. I heard Mike and Tre talking about how with girls you normally just: 'shoot then scoot', 'ejaculate and evacuate' and something about 'bone then hit home.'" I told him. I watched him as he tried his hardest not to smile, he was biting it back. From the immature things I had said quoting Tre and Mike as I carried on. "They said you basically just fuck and leave, if you couldn't obviously already tell what those phrases mean. But anyway, then mike said you've never taken any of the girls to band practice before, or taken them out, or just taken an actual interest. So I asked Mike about it the other day. And he said you don't really know a lot about girls apart from boning. So he apologised in advance if you hurt me. But I need to know if we're now going on dates, and your making moves on me pulling me on top of you on my bed-," the thought gave me butterflies again "-inviting me round for band practice, stopping at my house, taking me to personal spaces. Are you just gonna do that? What? I need to know Billie." I told him in all honesty. Just pouring everything out.

I could tell he was listening closely to my every word. I felt like he genuinely did care about me. After i finished he fluttered his eyes away from me and over school grounds, biting his lip as he thought.

Billies P.O.V

And this was when, all the fucking had come back to bite me in the ass like Tre, Mike, and all the other girls had once told me. But like the idiot I was I was thinking 'how can shagging cause me any problems?' I guess I never imagined I would be in this deep with a girl. And not in a sexual way.

"Marsha. I know, I've not been the exact best with girls and whatnot. And I've been a real ass and hurt them in the past." I started. "But I don't have any intentions of hurting you. I told you when we first met. I have a good feeling about you, and I understand what you're trying to say. And I know this may come a bit as a shock but," I paused. Thinking: will this really help me get my point across? "If I had the intentions of shagging you. I would have already done it when we first met, and if you didn't wanna. I wouldn't have continued talking to you."

She couldn't help but laugh. Which made me feel a bit relieved.

"But Mike is right in away. I've never taken any of them to band practice, or to my secret sports, or shown them the beach, or sat with them at lunch, or came to their houses just to see them and speak, or even tell them about the band, or my dad. Things like that. I just never really took in anything about a girl until me and you became the way we are." I sighed. I was running out of things to say to prove to her without telling her I liked her and how I felt. Because I did like her. I liked her a lot.

She smiled. But she was silent.

"What are you thinking Marsha?" I asked her.

"I'm thinking about kissing you." She told me.

"What?" I asked surprised.

"Nothing! Nothing! I didn't- fuck." She sighed putting her head back in her hands. I was about to make a move until the bell went, giving her a great excuse to jump up and begin to go.

Why did she have to move?

"Come on Billie, BJ, Beej, we should go." She talked so fast.

I got up and followed her as we climbed down the pipes. "What's with all the names?" I ask her.

"I don't know!" She says quickly. "I'm sorry!"

"No no! Don't be!" I say to her as we reach the ground. "I like when you call me beej."