"Billie joe I'm not so sure about this..." I mumbled nervously as I climbed into his car. I had left my house with the excuse that Mae and I were having a sleepover. Promising her my homework was done and all my other chores. And even then she wasn't happy about me going, but in the end, I did.

"Party's aren't even scary," He casually brushed it off as I clicked in my seat belt. "Honestly, you'll be fine. Just stay by my side, and tug me if you wanna go home at any point- and we'll go, okay?"

I breathed in, before turning to look at him and softly smiling nervously. "Alright," I breathed out. "Make sure to have me back at Maes safe,"

"I will," He laughed slightly before turning back towards in his seat and starting the car.

He drove us to Mike's house, the party had already started a while ago. And my mother being stubborn about finally letting me leave the house made our planned time to get there very much delayed. But none to say the less it was alright and we'd still make it.

He put on some music as he drove, as we laughed hysterically singing with each other. I was singing terribly, and he obviously wasn't.

And after a few songs had passed the car parked outside of Mike's house. I undid my seatbelt as I heard his un click, and we got out the car making our way into Mike's.

We walked straight in, and the sudden loud music hit me. Blaring through the house, killing my eardrums. There were people pretty much everywhere, dancing, drinking, smoking, kissing, eating, arguing, crying, laughing.

He grabbed my hand with no word of warning as I looked over at him, maybe I had displayed my sudden discomfort with this party on my face. Because he squeezed my hand for a split second before whispering. "Just stay close to me,"

I nodded before we began walking through the living room and looping through all the other teenagers. Not letting go of his hand or even as to moving too far away.

He pulled me into the kitchen where there were fewer people. And one tall guy stuck out specifically to me.

"Mike," Billie called to him as we walked over. He spun around and widened his eyes as he noticed me.

"Echo? At a party?" He asked himself. "Has the world gone mad?"

"Shut up Mike," I laughed punching his arm gently. "I'm only here cause I was dragged here,"

"I didn't drag you here," Billie corrected. "I persuaded you to come here,"

"Alright same thing, where's Mae?" I asked Mike looking around him, but I couldn't see her.

"She just went to the bathroom, she should be coming out in like a second or two,"

I nodded my head as Billie brought something up with Mike. It wasn't anything interesting in my perspective so I just awkwardly stood holding Billie's hand. Nervously looking around me, at all the other people who were here.

The discomfort in my stomach and the awkwardness stretching through my joints was almost ineffable in the weirdest way. I was enjoying the anxiety I was experiencing of being surrounded by so many people, maybe that was because I never had been to a party before.

I finally felt two hands plant themselves quickly on my shoulder from behind as I squealed letting go off Billie's hand as spinning around.

Mae began to laugh hysterically removing her hands, then finally grinning at me. "I knew it was you! You're here!"

"I would hope you would think it would be me, who else are you gonna see holding Billie joes hand?" I laughed slightly.

I looked over at Billie, who had stopped talking to Mike and turned a little red at the tip of his nose looking away.

~

"I can go to the toilet just fine," I slurred leaning on him for the support. For some reason, I couldn't stand up straight.

"You're drunk,"

"So? I can still pee,"

"I told you I wasn't gonna leave you out my sight, why can't you just let me wait outside the bathroom for you?" He sighed becoming annoyed with me very quickly.

"I don't need you to-"

"-Please just stop being so difficult. You go in there, do your thing... y'know... piss or whatever. And I'll be outside the bathroom waiting for you to come back out,"

"Fine." I mumbled giving in as I stopped leaning on him and opened Mike's bathroom door. "Might as well just follow me into the bathroom,"

I heard him sigh heavily as I shut the door. Leaning on it for a second waiting for the room to stop spinning... or at least stop moving so much.

I felt seasick, but I wasn't at sea.

I moved away from the door taking slow steps over to the toilet, watching my feet being extra careful not to slip and fall.

I had never been drunk before, or high... and right now I was both. And it was scaring the shit out of me as much as I was enjoying it.

But I began to feel my body become tired- super tired super quick. My eyelids couldn't stay up, often I would realise I had kept them close and open them again. I was almost about to pass out, in the bathroom.

Billie Joe's P.O.V

I leaned outside the bathroom door, impatiently tapping my foot and from time to time checking my none exist watch.

As I laughed to myself finding myself quite humorous checking the watch I wasn't wearing I was interrupted by a sudden thud coming from inside the bathroom.

"Echo?" I asked confused leaning my ear on the door.

There wasn't any answer, and when I realised if she heard me she would've already said something. I spoke again.

"Echo, did you fall? Are you hurt?"

And then again, no reply.

"Have you passed out?"

No reply.

A person walked past me in the corridors of Mike's house, giving me quite the look. I must've looked like a complete idiot shouting into the bathroom through the door.

I had had a drink or two, a few puffs of joints here and there. But I was fine, nothing I couldn't handle. But Echo however, was... in the nicest way possible. All over the place.

"I'm gonna come in... okay? Say no if you're like... peeing or whatever,"

There was no no.

"Just erm- one more time. I'm coming in. That alright? Say something if not,"

Still no sound.

I sighed loudly for what must've been the tenth time tonight, pushing the door open.

As I entered the bathroom my eyes almost immediately fell upon the prostrate figure on the floor.

I chuckled lightly to myself before making my way over to her. "You're an idiot." I laughed before bending down and picking her up, she was pretty much knocked out. Meaning I had to carry her out of the bathroom.

I slowly made my way down the stairs, with Echo bridal style in my arms.

"Is she okay?" Mike asked me as he met me at the bottom of the staircase.

"I didn't kill her I swear-"

"-No you idiot I wasn't suggesting that, did she pass out?"

"Yeah, I don't know where to put her. She's supposed to stay at Mae's tonight... but I think she needs to go to bed now,"

"I can ask Mae if she's ready to leave if-"

"-No that's alright," I told him, my arms beginning to ache from holding her. "I'll take her back to mine and everything, sober her up and whatnot then if she wants me to drop her off at Mae's I will,"

"Why don't you just keep her at yours if you're gonna take her there?"

"Cause I'm not sure if she would want or be okay with staying at mine the night without realising, I don't wanna do something that might fuck this up y'know,"

"Alright- alright," Mike chuckled showing me the palms of his hands in surrender. "Well, I'll see you tomorrow I guess,"

"Alright, bye Mike,"

I said goodbye, not even sure where Tre was tonight... I knew he was here but I hadn't seen him since earlier on the night. And left the house party, still holding Echo in my arms.

They began to ache as I carefully used my hand to open the car door and placed her in the passengers seat. I stretched a crossed from her strapping her in with the seat belt, to make sure she was secure before going around and getting into the driver's seat.

I put my seat belt on and started the car, driving slowly so I wouldn't wake Echo up. But she was passed out with how drunk she got I think I could end up nearly killing us and she would still be snoring beside me.

I drove for a while in silence. Often whispering things to myself under my breath. And it was so incredibly boring not having a hyperactive Echo sat beside you, or being able to put the radio on and sing along to it.

And I reached mine- got out of the car and carried her into my house. My mom was on a nightshift and my best bet was My stepdad was out at the bar. So I took her into my room, nearly falling a load of times walking up the stairs.

But I carefully placed her on to my bed. Standing back up straight and looking down at her.

Her hair was slightly frizzy, and her lipstick was smudged. But yet peacefully laying there, as her chest rose and fell and she laid perfectly still. Not once fluttering her eyelids.

After a weird moment of catching myself staring at Echo sleeping. I left my room and made my way into the kitchen to make a cup of coffee.

Echos P.O.V

I moved around, confused at first to feel myself comfortable... and not on the floor. Slowly dragging myself up before opening my eyes. Maybe I had blacked out before Mae took me back to hers.

My eyelids finally lifting up, at first everything was still moving around. My head was pulsing and felt as if it was going to explode.

Finally, the room cleared up and I realised I wasn't at all in Maes room.

But I recognised the room, the posters, the floor, the walls, the ashtray on the window sill, the cigarette butts all around it, the clothes on the floor, the holes in the drywall. The room smelt of weed. Which meant I was in none other room than Billie Joes.

After realising, he walked in admittedly looking sober with a cup in his hand. He realised I was staring right back at him before grinning and sitting down on his bed beside me.

"Look who's awake,"

"What happened?" I asked. My voice was groggy as I cleared my throat.

"You passed out in Mike's bathroom, I took you to mine. But once your ready I'll drop you off at Mae's."

"Can I not just stay here?"

"W-well yeah... I just didn't know if you would want to and-"

"-What time is it?"

"It's half-"

"-Do you have anything? My heads killing me,"

"-Yeah I've got some-"

"-Uhg!" I groaned holding my head. "It's gonna explode."

"That's a hangover for you,"

"Is it gonna explode?"

"What- no! No- just take some tablets and you'll be fine. I'll go get some now. have some of this." He told me passing the cup in his hand over. He got up and left the room before I looked in the cup, it was only coffee.

Taking a swig of the still warm drink Billie walked back in and threw me over a pack of tablets but instructed me strictly to only take two and no more.

He sat back down as I swallowed the tablets he gave me and passed him his drink back, laying back down in pain on his bed.

"I feel like I'm going to die, Billie,"

"You won't die, don't worry,"

"Is it suppose to hurt this bad?"

He laughed slightly before putting his drink on a Surface and putting his legs on his bed. Lying beside me over the covers. "Trust me, you'll get through it."

"What if I die?"

"Shut up, you're fine."

"I don't feel fine."

"Well you are, I'll make sure you are. Just go back to sleep."

"Will I feel this shit in the morning?" I asked.

"A hundred percent with the amount you've drank."

I groaned annoyed before he laughed pulling me into him, as I rested my head on his chest. His arms around me and his head leaning on mine.

"What if I actually have a super bad headache and we just think it's a hangover?" I asked him, my words muffled by his shirt.

"Shut up, I've got you."

"But you can't fight away a headache,"

"No- I can't. But I can give you some more tablets in the morning that should help."

I sighed again closing my eyes. I was still tired- but with the amount my head was hurting, I don't know if I would just be able to fall asleep.

I felt him move his head before kissing me on the top of mine and slowly unwrapping himself from me getting off his bed.

Immediately opening my eyes confused as I sat up and looked at him. "Where are you going?"

"I was gonna... go stop downstairs on the couch? And let you have my bed?"

"But I don't want you downstairs,"

"Why not?"

"Y'know there's such thing as sharing a bed?"

"W-w-well yeah, I'm quite aware of that I just- I- I mean I didn't know if you-"

"-Well I do. Hurry up I'm getting cold."

He laughed slightly before getting back on his bed and hugging me again. Pulling the covers over the both of us as I felt my body heat rise up feeling warmer.

His arms tightened for a second around me. Just squeezing me slightly. "I don't think it's safe you ever drink again," He whispered.

"And why's that?" I whispered back, not opening my eyes or really moving at all.

"You could hardly handle anything- before I could even comprehend what happened you was drunk already. Then Mike kept offering you more drinks and every time you happily accepted then next thing I knew you were passed out in the bathroom,"

"Well, thanks for rescuing me out of Mike's bathroom and not leaving me there on the floor,"

"Why would I do that? That's just shitty,"

"I don't know- but thank you for not,"

"You haven't gotta thank me for not leaving you. I told you I would make sure all night you were okay and not leave your side."

"And when you did I passed out,"

He laughed lightly before adding the word. "Hard."