My hands wrapped around the cup of coffee Billie had poured. My hands shaking slightly thinking about everything.

Billie walked by, another cup in his hand before the sofa beside me sunk when he sat down.

I continued to stare straight forward. Today I was suppose to go back there. That's what Billie wanted me to do- not what I would've planned on.

"What do you wanna do?" Billies voice seemed soft as he asked me.

I shrugged. I wasn't exactly sure what my plan was.

"We can go get your things today? We'll bring them back here. Then we can decide what you wanna do from there,"

"I don't know if I wanna see her," I admitted, finally looking over at Billie. His eyes were already on me.

"You don't have to stay there long. Maybe just throw some clothes together and we can be done with it,"

"You're right." I mumbled, finally placing the coffee cup down on the table before me. "I'll need my clothes, won't I?"

"Clothes are pretty essential huh?"

"Very,"

After dragging out drinking one singular cup of coffee for as long as I possibly could Billie and I got ready and set off in his car over to my house. I felt myself shaking slightly, but I tensed my muscles as hard as I could to try and hide it.

I wasn't suppose to care- and I didn't. I didn't care. I still had Billie. I'd finished school. I didn't even need her.

When Billie parked his car, he offered to walk with me over to my house. But couldn't promise my mom may have liked that. But I agreed it would've been a bad idea, so I set out down the gardens path by myself.

When I finally plucked the courage out to knock on the front door and waiting for her to answer. I realised... she wasn't going to.

Was anyone even in?

"Is she ignoring you?" Billie shouted from the car. His window rolled down as his eyebrows pushed down confused.

I gave him a shrug, before walking over to the front window and peering through.

Lights were off, no movement seemed to be inside. Were the keys under the mat?

"I don't think she's in," I mumbled, walking back to the front door. Lifting up the Mat and finding a key.

I heard a car foor shut and close behind me. "Is that the key?" Billie asked.

"She always leaves it under the welcome mat when she's not home," I briefly explained, fitting the key into the door before unlocking it.

The lock clicked as I pushed the door open.

"Why's that?" Billie asked, following me inside.

"She tends to loose or misplace her stuff. It's a habit she got into a while ago when my dad was home who had his own key," I told him, closing the door behind. "Guess some habits you don't grow out of,"

I invited Billie upstairs to 'my room'. If it still even counted as that.

Once we got in there, I pulled out an old school back pack and throwing the contents in it on to my bedroom floor. Ready to stuff clothes into it.

"Of course she's not even here." I mumbled. Not even to Billie, mostly to myself as I pulled my wardrobe door open harshly.

"You still got this huh?" I heard Billie ask from behind, a sound of movemnet.

I looked over my shoulder at Billie, who sat on my bed with the acoustic guitar in his lap. As he looked down at the fretboard doing some chords.

"Psh. You wouldn't let me get rid of it," Ragging most items of clothing's off their hanger, I shoved them un neatly into the bag. I didn't wanna be here when my mom came back.

Number one, since Billies here too.
Number two, I did not wanna go through any more lectures or what have you.
And number three, I just didn't wanna see her.

I heard him strum from behind me, before I spoke up again.

"It'll need tuning,"

"Are you taking it with you?"

"I'll be happy to leave that thing with the rest of this stuff,"

"Hmm. I guess I can't say I wasn't expecting that,"

I turned around, my hangers dangling nakedly in the wardrobe as I smiled to Billie with my over flowing bag of clothes. "I think I've got all I need,"

He gave me half a nod, moving the guitar from off his lap and placing it back neatly where it once was.

Not that it mattered. For all I cared I would leave it smashed up in tiny wooden pieces and strings on the floor.

"Best get going before my mom gets home." I mumbled zipping the bag up fast. I tossed it over my shoulder sliding one arm into the back pack as it hanged loosely.

Once grabbing a few more things on my way out, like loose change on the side, toothbrush, a hair brush and other essential things, I was leaving home.

Again.

"This is you done with this place now," Billie spoke out loud as we walked back out the front door.

"I don't know if I'm happy about it or sad." I replied, biting the nail on my thumb as I looked up at the house. "It's kinda weird to leave home isn't it?"

"You'll never have to come back, unless of course you'd want to,"

"While she's here?" I laughed, my hand swinging back down to my side. "No chance,"

Once locking the door and kicking the keys back under the mat. Billie and I made our way back to his car. As his vehicle started up, I looked through the glass over at the house feeling a little bit hollow.

I was leaving behind my own home. Well- getting kicked out I guess I'll say.

It was weird. Kind of stung. I had this warm yet cold feeling on my skin as I watched the house I'd grew up in slowly shrink in the side view mirror.

"Hey- you alright?"

Blinking a few times, I looked away from the mirror and over at Billie beside me. He tried to keep his eyes on me but because of the road ahead it wasn't as strong of eye contact then he wanted.

I shrugged. "I guess?"

"Things look up,"

"I hope so,"

When Billie parked his car into his drive, I dragged my back pack behind me as we made it to his front door. Billies lock was a little faulty, so he turned it around for a few seconds trying to unlock the door until his phone beginning to ring in his back pocket.

"Grab that for me?"

I pulled the phone out of Billies back Jean pocket, looking down at the contact.

"Who is it?"

"It says Mike Dirnt,"

"Could you answer it?" He grunted slightly whilst trying to still unlock the door.

"Hello?" I answered, putting the phone on speaker.

"Billie- that you? You sound a little different,"

"I'm here Mike," Billie shouted slightly to the phone. Before finally the lock unlocked as he kicked the door open.

"I've got good news Beej, you'll be happy to here this," Mike continued as I walked behind Billie as we walked inside, phone in my hand.

Shutting the door behind me, Billie spun around. Eyebrows furrowed down in a confused expression. He looked at me like I'd know. "What is it?" He asked hesitantly. The phone still in my hand.

"Well we were going through all the recordings we've gathered so far earlier on and we've got what we need from you. Unless you wanna quadrupole check them, you won't be needing to come in any time soon,"

Billie didn't look static. Like Mike or even I thought he'd of been. He took a few silent seconds to himself, before one word came out. "Really?"

"Uhuh! Isn't that good?"

His hand flew to the back of his neck as he rubbed it anxiously. "I- well- I guess- yeah,"

I tried to make eye contact with him, to squint with my eyes and ask if he was okay through them. But he looked down at the phone as Mike spoke again.

"You okay dude? You don't sound as... happy as I thought,"

"No-" Billie took the phone out of my hand, the both of us still standing in his hallway. "-I am happy. It's just- can I get back to you later Mike? I've got some other important stuff I gotta get on,"

"Sure...?"

He quickly said bye, ending the call and shoving the phone in his back pocket. I stared at him for a moment. Noticing the some what worry on his face.

"Are you good?" I asked confused, bending down slightly to look up and meet his eyes since he was facing the floor.

He blocked a few times before smiling. Moving his hand from his neck. "I- I'm good. Just... tired. Just came as a surprise I'm just- I'm just tired."

~

Billie hadn't yet opened up about what seemed to of bugged him earlier. Actually ever since he's seemed a little 'on edge'.

Billie and I had spoken about the situation with my mom, but briefly moving past it. We sat down in his basement as Billie played more with his guitar. Where as I, took a deeper indulgence in all his past.

My fingers grazed past the back of one of the albums. I looked over the songs listed on the back of the CD that was in my hands. And it was only until Billie spoke up I realised he'd stopped playing his guitar a few moments ago.

"What cha looking at?" I heard him ask, something poking me in the back.

When I spun around, Billie smiled down at me. Holding his guitar by the body as he proded the head of the guitar in to my side.

"Stop it," I laughed, gently shoving it away.

He pulled the guitar back over to him, placing it down. "Well? What ya looking at,"

"Just your old albums," I told him, looking back at the few boxes Billie had helped me get down.

"Which one you looking at there,"

Turned it back around, before reading the cover. "Kerplunk,"

Before Billie could say anything else, we heard a knock up stairs. He closed his mouth, scrunching his eyebrows a little confused. "Wonder who that is." he mumbled, moving the guitar before putting his hands on his knees and helping himself up.

I watched him walk up the stairs of the basement, before shrugging and looking back at the other CDs at the bottom of the cardboard box.

A little paranoid part of me wondered if that knock on the door was for me. Maybe my mom or dad. But that would be stupid. They wouldn't know where Billie lives, would they?

Or maybe it could've been Esme. Confused why I'd not spoken to her about the conversation of me being locked in the house and how things actually went with my mom.

But when I heard footsteps shortly coming back down the basement stairs and I looked up to see Billie coming back down, I heard two more pairs of feet behind him.

"Guess who dropped by," Billie spoke, before reaching the basement floor and heading back to the sofa he was sat on.

That's when I noticed who was behind him.

The guys from the café, otherwise known as Mike and Tre.

"You didn't tell us your girlfriend was here Beej," Tre smiled over at Billie with a smirk.

Mike follows behind Tre, speaking over to me. "Nice to see you again Mallory," he smiled.

"Nice to see you guys too," I smiled, placing Billies things back in to the box I'd got them out from. It must've been weird for the two to see I was somewhat stalking their pasts.

"So why'd you guys exactly decide to stop by?" Billie sighed to the two, resisting to smile at the two of them.

Tre went over to Billie on the sofa, sitting close beside him purposely to annoy Billie. He chuckled shoving Tre away as Mike sat himself on the sofas arm beside Billie. "Came to check on you," He explained looking down at Billie.

Billie furrowed his brow up at Mike. "Came to check on me? I'm not a sick kid Mike,"

"Sounded pretty bummed out on the phone earlier," Tre mumbled, before Billie elbowed him. "Ow!"

"I wasn't bummed out!"

Mike nodded, agreeing to Tre's earlier statement. "Agreed. You sorta did,"

Although I wasn't going to speak up, I did agree with the two of them. Billie did seem a little off on the phone call. He'd been exhausted by this album a whole lot. I guess I couldn't actually tell if he was relieved to finish it or sad.

"I'm fine," Billie rolled his eyes. "I was just shocked, that's all,"

"So what's your girlfriend doing over Huh Bill?" Tre continued with his earlier topic, nudging Billie with his shoulder.

"She's staying here for a while,"

"She is?" Mike asked sounding sort of shocked.

Tre and Mike looked over at me awkwardly. Before I realised it was my turn to speak in their on going conversation. "I kinda got kicked out..." I answered nervously.

Mike squinted. "Oooh- What did you do?"

"Because of me, idiots," Billie re spoke, answering for me as he stood up. "Ima go grab another coffee, try not to terrorise my girlfriend while I'm gone." He mumbled, before making his way up the basement stairs.

"Cause of Billie?" Tre repeated, confused. Eyes on me.

"Well... y'know- cause... he was my teacher and all. My mom sorta found out and..."

"Didn't agree with it?" Mike asked,

"I guess you could say that,"

"Is that when Billie left the studio?" Tre joined bavk in.

I nodded- but began defending myself. "I hadn't meant to of made him leave- I rang him up and he just told me he was on his way back I-"

"-That makes so much sense," Tre nodded to himself. "No wonder who seemed so nervous,"

Mike spoke up, changing topics. "He's always talking about you in the studio y'know,"

I felt my cheeks heat up somewhat complimented. "He does?"

"All the time!" Tre cut in. "He goes on and on for ages about you,"

"Good things," Mike added.

"Alright you two that's enough," Billie huffed, on his way back down.

A/N: I HAD A USER NAME CHANGEEE