"You've hardly even drank? I don't understand?" Luella squinted at me, as I sat beside Tre's toilet in his bathroom. Lou perched on the side of the bath.

"Me either," I mumbled.

"Maybe we should get you home-"

"-But I was gonna help you clean up after the party?"

She laughed slightly. "This party's not gonna end for a little longer. Go home. Get some rest,"

"Are you sure?"

"Positive." She nodded, before standing up.

Lou extended her hand out to me to help me up, I took it pulling myself up off the floor.

I hadn't thrown up at all. Not one bit. No acid reflux or anything. But I felt so nauseous. It was like that feeling you get when lining up for a roller coaster you've been forced to go on.

I wasn't sure why I felt this bad. Ever since the dream I had about Billie, I had a feeling like this linger around with me. It was only faint, I forgot about it mostly. But for some reason, at this house party it was so strong I felt like I was going to yack.

And I only had one can of beer.

Luella and I made our way from out of Tre's bathroom, the party had calmed down. Everyone here was mostly drunk and in their 'Man I love you so much' or 'God what has happened with my life' state. So nothing felt as hectic, which was good. It was sorta like an after party.

We dodged the red cups and cans on the floor on our way back downstairs. I was heading over to find Billie Joe to take me back to his, he'd said to come find him. But I hadn't seen him since Luella caught me earlier.

Lou went straight for the kitchen to see how Tre and Mike were holding up, leaving me to look around for Billie.

I asked around a little bit if anyone had seen him, I started to think maybe he went home with out me. Maybe he felt ill himself? That was until, I was pointed to the sofa.

Tonight, I wasn't the one to pass out. Billie Joe was. And looks like Tre had found him first.

"Alright- party's over people." Luella sighed walking back into the living room. She moved her arms pushing the air in front of her forward telling everyone to 'get a move on'. "I got cleaning up to do,"

I looked at the clock, it was around midnight.

Everyone sloppily made there way out. Some people having to be woken up, or given an extra push to actually leave. I left Billie on the sofa, leaving Luella to force everyone out the house as I went to see Mike and Tre.

"Did you guys know Billies passed out?" I asked walking in.

"Course I do, did you see his face?" Tre asked, giggling slightly as he sat on the kitchen counter. A can of coke in his hand, desperate attempt to sober up. By the look of him that was probably the best idea.

"Do we really need to wake him up?" Mike strained. Dragging his hand down his face tiredly.

I shrugged. "Maybe not? Do you want him sleeping on your couch?" I asked looking over to Tre.

Tre shrugged. "I don't care,"

"Should I wake him up?"

"He'll kill you," Mike warned.

"I know- but he'll feel more than dead in the morning if he wakes up on a sofa,"

I didn't think what I said was very annotatable. Whatever it was, it went over Tre's head. But Mike squinted at me hard. "Since when did you care?"

"What do you mean? He's my best friend- Of course I care," I panicked slightly.

But Mike was obviously drunk, so he shrugged. "Mkay,"

"Everyone's gone." Lou announced as she joined us in the kitchen. "Well- apart from Billie of course. Who seems to have a cock scribbled on his cheek in marker,"

"Night didn't pass out this time! I had to do it to someone!"

"You don't always have to scribble on peoples faces Tre,"

"That's what you think," he mumbled.

Lou rolled her eyes. "Get off the counter. You both can help me clean,"

"You're kidding," Mike grunted.

I looked at Lou confused, who seemed to be in charge right now. "What about me?"

"Wake Billie up, take him home,"

I nodded; as Tre got down. The four of us together left the kitchen. Luella forcing Mike and Tre up stairs to help her start cleaning as I made my way over to Billie on the sofa.

How could I wake him up? He looked so peaceful.

He was sprawled out on the sofa, one of his arms was off the sofa, grazing the carpet floor. The other one placed over his stomach. His head was crooked up by the sofas arm rest, One of his legs was upwards over the backrest of the sofa with his other one just reaching over the other sofas arm.

His chest raised and fell as he breathed, his breaths whistling slightly every time he breathed through his nose.

I couldn't help but giggle slightly.

When did I get to the point where I would ditch Billie off for a stupid boy? To admiring him while he slept on Tre's sofa?

"I don't think you're gonna like what Tre's done to your face Billie Joe," I laughed slightly. Looking at the marker on his face.

There was, of course, a penis drew on his cheek. Across his head was 'TRE COOL'.

Maybe it was best he never saw it.

"Theres been so many times hes wiped off marker Tre draws on your face when you passed out at party's," Luella shrugged.

"And no one told me?"

"It's one of those things you don't tell. He didn't do it for you to know it's him- he did it for you, like you said," Tre answered.

Just so he'd never know.

After all-

"Aww, c'mon Beej it's only pen," I laughed from behind him, the both of us stared at his reflection.

"I know it's just pen, but..." He trailed off, looking at his reflection trying to run away some of it with his hand.

Billie didn't quite find it so funny as the rest of us did. He took it more personal than I would've thought.

"It'll wash off Beej,"

"It's not the point,"

"Blame Tre, he did it,"

He looked away from his reflection and at me, giving me what seemed like a sad nod. "Yeah,"

-He'd done the same for me.

I made my way into the kitchen. Dampening a clean cloth as I went back to Billie. I laughed slightly before sitting on the floor beside the sofa, his face leaned on one cheek.

When did I get to the point where I'd laugh about the cocks Tre would draw on his faces to washing them off?

I tried to be gentle, I didn't wanna wake him up. The marker slowly began to wash off on his forehead, slowly fading away.

"Oh my god,"

I spun around quickly, looking back at the voice. Looking at Lou.

"What are you doing?" I whispered panicking, standing up to my feet.

"What are you doing?"

"Nothing," I answered quickly.

"Were you just-"

"-No,"

"I just saw you-"

"-No you didn't,"

Luella breathed for a moment. Trying not to smile before she spoke again. "What was that thing you asked? When do you start loving someone so much you start washing Marker on their face after someone's drew on them when they've passed out at a party?"

"No- Lou it's not like that-"

"-So what are you doing?"

I looked at the cloth on the floor I dropped in a panic. Back at Billie, who was still sleeping peacefully. "I was trying to wake him up,"

"You was washing the marker off his-"

"-No I wasn't-"

"-Night I saw you!"

"Shhhh! You're going to wake him up!" I hushed.

She nodded with a large smile. "I see what's going on here,"

I looked at her, more scared than anything. There's no way she could see what's going on here by that? Right? "Huh?"

"Washing the marker off his face? Telling me to be quiet when he's sleeping?"

"What are you trying to...?"

"You're in love with Billie Joe," She beamed. "Aren't you?"

"What!? No!"

She put her finger to her lips quickly. "Shhh!"

"I'm not in love with Billie Joe," I whispered.

"Nightlyn. You use to laugh when Tre drew on Billies face. You use to laugh when he'd see it. You thought it was the funniest thing ever. Now you're trying not to wake him up while washing it all off, so he doesn't know. You've never done that- ever. Don't try and tell me you don't love the guy. I'm sober, I can see it,"

I looked down at Billie, checking he was still asleep. Before tightening my face and walking over to Luella.

I took her by the wrist pulling her with me into the kitchen, shutting the door behind us.

"Alright. I like Billie-"

"-Really!?"

"But I don't love him!"

She raised an eyebrow. I cringed slightly changing my answer.

"At least I don't think I do,"

"Since when did you ever think any of this?"

"I don't know," I breathed out. "It was- one day we was best friends. Then I had this dream I kissed him- and I saw him after that and It wasn't the same. He looked at me- and I had this weird feeling. It was like- flowers had sprung from my chest. I felt my whole stomach flip. And it's never turned back since and it's terrifying,"

~

"Don't trip up,"

"I'm not that drunk," he giggled slightly.

"There's a branch there- be careful,"

"I can see it,"

I breathed out. "Okay,"

I walked supporting Billie in the dark on the way to take him back to his house. After I'd finally been able to wake him up, he was still obviously very drunk.

His arm slung over my shoulders, I used all my body's strength to support him as he lousily stumbled around nearly dragging us both down to the floor so many times.

"Are we nearly home?" He asked after a moment.

I looked up from both our shows and up the street. "We're just at the top of our street Beej,"

"Are we going to mine?"

"You are,"

He paused trying to walk as I nearly stumbled. "Billie what are you doin-"

"-You're not coming with me?" He pouted.

"Well? I didn't know you wanted me to?"

"Yes- I do,"

"Alright alright- I will, c'mon let's keep walking." I told him pulling him forward. Our feet began to move again. "It's too cold to be talking in the dark,"

"I'm not cold,"

"Well I am- is your mom or step dad home?" I asked looking up at him.

"My moms working-"

"-What about Brad?"

"He's...." Billie paused both talking and moving. "He's at his mom's house,"

"Course he is." I mumbled, before giving Billies arm a yank. "C'mon- lets keep walking,"

I was paranoid my dad or Bear would be home and still awake to notice two teenagers stumbling outside the house, since Billie just lived across the road. I noticed the kitchen light still seemed to be on, so once Billie found the keys under the plant pot I rushed both him and I inside. Because of my dad and the cold.

After finally making it inside, Billie collapsed on to the sofa as I walked around turning the lights on to make things feel less earie.

"I think you need a coffee,"

"Why?" He whined.

I paused in front of the sofa, looking at him as he sprawled over it looking up at me. "Because you need to sober up,"

"I don't need sobering up,"

"What about coke? Have you got any coke Beej?" I asked walking away from him and into the kitchen.

I kept the door open hearing him as he shouted back. "I don't know,"

I walked over to his fridge opening the door looking inside. "Nope. No coke. Coffee it is,"

"I don't want coffee,"

"Well what do you want?" I sighed closing the fridge door.

"I don't want anything,"

"You need to sober up." I told him walking back into the living room.

"No I don't, I'm fine," he smiled.

"Are you tired?"

"Me? No?"

I rolled my eyes laughing holding my hand out for him. He shook his head.

"Night I'm not tired," he whined.

"Give me your hand,"

"But I'm not tired!"

"I'm not saying you are- here gimme your hand dummy,"

He giggled slightly before grabbing my hand. I pulled him up as he got to his feet stumbling around a little trying to find his balance.

I put his arm around my shoulder supporting him before we left the living room attempting to make out way up stairs.

"I'm not gonna fall am I?" He asked looking over at me stumbling.

"If you don't look where you're going," I grunted nudging him.

"I am looking!"

"What have you been drinking?"

"I don't know- Tre was pouring,"

"That explains it." I nodded, shoving him upwards to the stairs.

We reached the landing as he stumbled some more, kicking the bottom of his door as it opened up into his room. I let go off Billie as he stumbled over landing on his bed.

"I've not spoken to Nova all day," he winced randomly laying back on his bed.

I hid a smile shrugging. "I'm sure it's fine,"

"No- I haven't spoken to her all day NJ- I need to speak to her,"

"You'll both survive," I rolled my eyes, sitting down sinking into the blue bean bag in his room.

"I should ring her-"

"-Don't,"

"Why?"

"Because it's late? Because you're drunk?"

He smiled. "She won't mind," he laughed picking his phone up.

I grunted sinking further down. Watching him put the phone to his ear as he stared at me waiting for her to answer.

I was hoping silently she wouldn't.

Billie and I had at one point decided that when we're drunk we look after each other. Although it was never a spoken agreement, it was all part of the friendhsip. If I left right now, he'd wake up with a hang over in the morning and know I didn't stay with him. It'd be odd.

"Nova!" He gasped happily looking at me.

I bit my tongue hard looking at his smile.

"Nightlyn told me not to ring you,"

"Billie!" I shouted standing up.

"You did!?"

I pulled the phone from him. "Hi- nova it's Nightlyn,"

"You're with Billie?" She asked. Sounding surprised.

Maybe I could make her jealous. At best. "Oh- oh yeah i walked him back home,"

"That's nice of you," She laughed. "I'm sure he's a pain when drunk,"

I looked over at him grunting. "You're telling me,"

"Can I speak to Nova now?" Billie pouted holding his hands out for the phone.

"Sorry if he woke you up Nova, ill just let him know you're going and-"

"-Oh no no- it's alright," she cut me off. "I actually already was up. I was just on my way to bed, but it'll be nice to speak to Billie first,"

"Oh,"

"Can I speak to nova now?" Billie repeated.

I tossed him the phone back over. "Have her,"

He moved fast grabbing the phone as it landed on his bed.

I went back to sitting miserably in the corner of Billies room on a bean bag. Listening to Billie ramble to Nova telling her how great she is. Painful to hear, I was hoping he'd pass out mid way through one of his corny sentences. But he didn't seem to be tired anymore.

I felt this aching pain inside my chest as I sat scowling watching him on the phone. I wanted to scream. Not exactly at Billie. Just in general, I wanted to scream. Loud.

"Night isn't drunk," he mumbled to the phone.

A moment of silence. He spoke again.

"She took me home- we were at Tre's,"

Silence again.

"No- not it's not like a girlfriend thing. More like another annoying sister,"

I scrunched up my nose scowling harder at nothing, he spoke again.

"But I mean- you can be,"

"What?" I spoke up, looking at him.

He looked back at me, hard drunk scowl. "I'm talking to Nova,"

"What did you say she could be?"

"My girlfriend?"

"Alright Billie." I don't know what had gotten into me. What authority I thought I had. But this was too much. I couldn't listen any longer, and I'd be doing the both of them a favour. He's drunk. "Thats enough of calling Nova, you need to sleep,"

"What?" He scrunched his face up, before protesting. "No I'm not even tired Night I-"

"-Here- give me the phone," I told him reaching over for it.

He moved the phone back out my reach further away from his ear. "No!"

"Billie! Give!"

"No!"

I grabbed the phone that was clutched into his hand, trying to pull it from his grasp. We tugged between each other trying to take it away before he let go.

I accidentally let go off the phone too, as it flinged across the room hitting Billies wall.

I prayed it was broken.

I looked at Billie, he looked at me. Before the both of us rushed over to grab it.

He pulled my leg as I tripped up bringing him with me. The both of us landing next to the phone as I banged my head.

"Billie? Billie where have you gone?" Novas voice cooed through the phone that was beside my now very sore head.

"I'm here!" He shouted to her trying to grab the phone.

I quickly grabbed his hand restraining them as he moved around struggling to pull them back. "Billie- you've put her under pressure! Lets just get you to sleep!"

"No no it's okay," I heard her monotone. "I'll be your girlfriend Billie,"

I felt like I'd been punched. I physically felt myself split out my body. Like an accidental astral projection.

We both paused, Billie slipped his hands out of my grasp. But I didn't try to move, I didn't even try to get up off his floor.

He grabbed the phone. "Really?" He asked confused, sounding sober looking at me.

I looked back at him, why did he have to look so cute when he was confused.

"Of course silly!" She cheered.

"Oh my god..." I mumbled.

"Oh my god," Billie smiled, rushing up to his feet. "This is great!"

I placed my head back on to the floor; my forehead making contact with his carpet as I mumbled sarcastically. "Just great."

A/N: the mad thing is I have up to chapter thirty three of this story in my drafts and I completely forgot it's still being published 😭

SORRY FOR THE BAD UPDATES, but time to throw out another random one, and then maybe you'll see me in another few months ;)

(Only kidding... I think)