"Who's gonna throw it in?" Billie asked us all as he took his seat back down in front of the fire with the rest of us.

"Well... its your guys contract," Mike shrugged, not really interested himself in who burns it.

I looked over at Billie and nodded in agreement. "Hes right,"

"So... do you wanna throw it in or should I?" He questioned, looking down at the piece of paper in his hands.

Well... it was Billie who created the contract at the very start of all this. But it was because of me we was able to burn it. It was Billie who came up with the fake relationship Idea. But it was me who lied in the first place about him being my boyfriend. "Well, I don't mind,"

"Here," He said extending his hand out over to my seat that was beside him, the sheet of paper stretching over to me. I took it slowly from his hands and read over it once more. For the last time.

It had a list of all the things we had agreed to do as a fake relationship. But with our feelings out there and out of the way. There was simply no need for this anymore. What ever happened would happen, but this fake relationship was officially-

I let go of the paper after hovering it over the fire, watching as it quickly lit. Only ashes renaming as the fire began to devour the paper.

-Over.

"We should have brought food," I heard Tre mention as I watched the flames spark.

"Like what Tre," Mike asked.

"I don't know... like marshmallows or something- y'know? To toast,"

"You should've said earlier," I mentioned to Tre. "I have some all the way back at home,"

"You do?" Tre asked me quickly, sitting up from slouching in his chair as he looked over at me.

"Yeah..."

"Then get them!"

"Tre they're at home!"

"Then go get them!"

"I'm not walking home in the dark for-"

"-Get Billie to drive you!"

I sighed looking over at Billie, who shrugged with an unbothered smile curving on his lips.

"Fine." I mumbled pushing myself out the chair as I heard Tre celebrating and Mike chuckling. I looked down at Billie who was still in his seat. "Come on Beej,"

He let out a breath, the air outside tonight was cold. We were all wrapped up in layers of jackets and coats for warmth, sat beside the heat of the fire that was barely doing anything for us temperature wise. Billies exhale was visible in the air for a second. I gave him a hand pulling him up as we walked up his back garden and into the warmth of his house.

"Its so nice and warm in you house. Can't we just stay inside and pretend we went to get the marshmallows?" I asked Billie pausing in front of the front door, not wanting to go back out into the cold and sit in his freezing car.

"And have Tre kill us? No,"

"But Billie!" I whined childishly as he unlocked the front door.

Opening it, my face stiffened from the sudden switch of temperatures as I grunted in acceptance and walking out the door.

~

"Stupid fucking door," I cussed continuing to kick the bottom of it in frustration of it not opening and Billie and I being left in the cold outside my house.

"Birdie- chill out,"

"I hate this door! Its so old and gross and dodgy- the locks sticky and the handle rattles, the letter box-" I grabbed the flap of the letter box harshly pulling it up and down as it began to squeak terribly, begging for oil. "-squeaks and-"

"-Birdie,"

"What?" I sighed letting go off the letter box and turning to look at him.

He bit his bottom lip, flashing his top teeth as he tried so hard not to laugh at me. He released his bottom lip before whispering in a warm tone. "Calm down,"

I cracked a smile and an innocent laugh at his attempt not to holler at me. "I hate this door,"

"C'mere." He took the keys out of my hand as I moved out the way. Inserting the key into the lock as he tried to turn it one way. Lifting up the handle before trying to turn it the other way.

"Lift it up a bit more,"

"I am-"

"-No not like that- Billie like this," I directed trying to show him with my hand but he didn't turn to look.

"I am!"

"Billie-"

"-What the fuck is wrong with your door!?" He shouted rattling the handle.

"See," I mumbled before taking the keys back.

Finally, we got the old door to open. We made our way into my kitchen as we both began to raid through the cupboards where I knew we had a bag of marshmallows.

"I know I've got a bag," I mumbled shoving the box's of cereal out of my way in the cupboard as I knelled on the side dangerously. 

"I cant find one in here," Billies voice said as I heard another cupboard door shut one again.

I pulled my head out of the one I was raiding. "Not in here either,"

I carefully got down from the side as Billie carried on looking through the kitchen. I paused with my hands on my waist panning around the kitchen. Thinking of where I remembered seeing them. There is no chance anyone else has taken them, I'm the only one here.

A light blared through the kitchen window, obviously having no blinds or curtains, lighting up the room since the kitchen light was pretty dull and needed replacing. I slowly walked closer to the window looking out as I watched a car pull into the front of the house, the head lights blinding my eyes.

"Erm... Billie?"

"Found them!" He shouted pulling his head out of another cupboard with the bag clenched in his hand, before the light caught his eye by surprised and he winced. "What the fuck is that,"

"I don't know..." I slowly confessed, as Billies eyes grew larger.

"You don't know? What- what do you mean you don't know? Well who is that?"

"I don't... know,"

The lights turned off, I'm assuming the car must've parked as Billie and I stayed in the same position. Frozen.

The both of us looked through the window until we heard car doors close, I looked over at Billie quite frightened as his eyes scanned the kitchen. "Where are you knives?"

"My- what!?"

"Shhh! Knives Birdie, where are they?"

"Billie we're not going to stab them!" I hushed.

"No- not to stab them! To intimidating the-"

The annoying but familiar sound of the door handle rattling interpreted Billies explanation. It continued to jingle for a bit longer as I stood helplessly in the same spot staring into nothing in terror.

I'm really about to get murdered because of Tre.

I'm really out here risking my life- for what? A pack of fucking marshmallows that's what. Not. Worth. It.

"The rattlings stopped..." Billie realized. I listened carefully not responding as I reaised he was right.

"Maybe they went away or something?" I whispered, my voice kinda shaky but I tried to mask it with a shrug of carelessness.

Then, there was a thud. Like a door closing.

Billie opened the draw pulling out a rolling pin as I sniggered despite my fear. "A rolling pin?" I laughed behind my hand. "What are you gonna do- teach them how to roll dough?"

"Shut up. Its protection okay?"

"Blaze!?" A voice boomed through the house.

I stopped my laughing as I heard it, realizing.

I slowly walked out of the kitchen as Billie questioned me worriedly on what I was doing, but I ignored his questions slowly opening the door to the living room before I saw her.

There she stood, the women who gave me life but was hardly actually in it. She looked so painfully different every time I saw her.

Her hair was pushed up into a messily done pony tail, her bangs neatly falling in front of her eyes that landed on me. Her hair had always been a light chestnut brown, but in the summer catching the light it looked more orange.

She flashed her straightly aligned white teeth at me in joy. Her eyes had always smiled along with her lips as the few crinkles appeared. "There you are,"

Oh, and there was Dave.

"Shouldn't I be saying that to you?"

I was, by all means joking, but a part of me was being serious. I wanted to be cold and mean, distant and isolated with her because of the time she left me with. But I had missed her and in all honesty. I wasn't someone who would be able to do that.

She laughed warmly before opening her arms. I ran into them feeling them wrap around me as she pulled me into her hugging me. She had always smelt like fresh cotton. It was just her natural scent she wore, that had worked into every seam of her clothes. "How have you been sweet?" I heard her ask as she swayed with me left and right lightly, her arms securely around me.

"Ive been okay," I told her, my words muffled by her jumper.

I felt her release as I let her go, her eyes falling not far behind me as I remembered who I had brought.

I turned around looking over at Billie Joe. A rolling pin in one hand, a bag of marshmallows in the other.

My mom had met Billie Joe before. Briefly. Like when he would pick me up when she was here or when I would go somewhere with Eden and him. She never really had a reason to properly meet him, him only being my best friends brother. But now?

"Billie Joe," She grinned. "You're with my daughter?"

His cheeks filled with a crimson red as he looked down at the floor and awkwardly spoke. "Uhh.. aha, yeah...?"

"And how long has this been a thing for?"

"Mom," I interrupted quickly. "Stop,"

She patted my head like a small child before bringing up Dave who was also awkwardly here. I said hi to Dave, before he let my mom know he was leaving.

Dave did actually live in Rome. So he must've been stopping with family or checking in a hotel whilst he was here, why did he come home with mom anyway?

"We was here grabbing the marshmallows," I told her, as Billie held up the bag in his hand for proof.

"So you're going? Leaving me?" She pouted saldy. Althoug I dont think she had a right to speak on that.

I sighed looking over at Billie. "You can take the bag,"

"Aren't you coming?"

"I'll stay home tonight- it's best Tre gets those marshmallows though," I laughed slightly. Billie nodded in agreement as my mom asked who Tre was. I reminded her, since she had met him before too.

Billie finally left with the marshmallows, my mom and I put a pizza in the oven catching up while we waited for it to cook.

She told me all about Dave's neighbours that hated her so much. How she was taking the trash out one day whilst the old women beside his house was gardening. And gave my mom what she only described as a 'Disgusted death glare.'

We made our way to the table once the pizza was cooked. She scooped up a slice taking a bite before she asked me with her mouth half full of pre-chewed pizza. "Do tell about you and Billie,"

"Whats there to tell?" I asked confused as I wrapped the string of cheese that was connected to the other slice of pizza, still attached once i tried to take it, around my finger trying to break it.

"Everything,"

"Its all complicated,"

"Well I'm not going anywhere,"

Not yet. "You want me to explain it all to you?"

"Of course, tell me it all! I want to know how this happened- how you ended up with Edens brother. Y'know I never would've guessed Billie was your type,"

Me either mom. "Alright... you want me to start at the-"

"-Yes! The beginning! Ooh I'm sure its such a lovely story,"

You'd be surprised. "Alright... well,"