Tre opened his front door, after a moment of me waiting outside for him.

He stared at me confused, still suggestedly angry from yesterday when he had walked out of my room and left. That is, why I'm here.

"Hi Tre," I nervously shifted positions standing looking over to him. Before the clashing of the glass bottles made a sound, and I pulled out the base of glass beer bottles passing them to him.

He gave me a childish smile, taking them. "Apology accepted,"

"Really?"

He nodded happily.

Tre wasn't a 'wordsy' type of guy. Any apology I formed would be the same, whether it was a one word 'sorry' or an essay of all the things I did wrong. So it's best to fit his interests, and just apologise with a few beers.

"I'm not sure that beers may win Beej over though," He shrugged walking away from the door leaving it open for me.

"I never know how to apologise to him," I sighed walking through into his house and closing the door. Following Tre into his fairly large kitchen where he set the beers on the kitchen counter, the sound of the glass slightly clashing as they were placed down.

"That makes two of us," He mumbled.

"I just feel like anything I say makes things worse. With you it's easy, I give you beers and your okay. Mike and I never argue, he always listens to what I have to say. But Billie? He's different- it's scary saying sorry in general. But to him? Terrifying,"

"Don't overthink it Nighty, it's just a word. Sorry- see? I just did it, and I didn't even have to. Sorry- hey look I did it again. Sorry... sorry sorry sorry sorry so-"

"-I get it Tre," I giggled slightly cutting him off.

He gave me a sincere grin seeing me crack a laugh before walking over to me. He slung his arm playfully around my shoulder as I smelt his strong cologne. "Nightlyn, it's just a little argument, don't stress yourself out,"

"Easy for you to say," I rolled my eyes walking away from Tre as his arm slipped from around me dropping back to his side.

He looked back at me unsure. "Huh? Why is it?"

"You don't stress about anything Tre you just let everything pass you by,"

"That's how you gotta live Nightlyn. You gotta stop overthinking the simple things. Not everything has a hidden meaning behind it, just trust in somethings,"

"I can't help that I care enough to question the world?"

He shook his head in a way that told me he gave up trying to be uplifting. His wrecked up sneakers squeaked on the kitchen floor as he dragged his feet over to the beers. Attempted to grab one.

Before Tre's hand could come into contact with the drink, there was a sharp knock on the front door.

He grunted, his arm falling to his side. I couldn't help but chuckle watching him as he made his way out of the kitchen to go answer the door.

I waited for Tre in his kitchen. Hearing the classic greeting of none other than Mike. He walked in behind Tre before I realised it wasn't just two. It was three. Billie was also here.

Big deal? Billies here, Billies always not far from me. Only just now we aren't on good terms and I'm... a little- just a little- intimidated to speak to him. No Biggie.

"Beers? You told me you didn't have any," Mike looked over at Tre with a suspicious stare, Tre defended himself by throwing me under the bus. That was because I gave him an apology and not Billie yet.

"What! I didn't! Nighty brought them round for me like fifteen minutes ago!"

"Thanks, Tre," I mumbled.

"Why'd you buy him beers?"

"It was to apologise Mike-"

"-So I see you got your apology," Billie mumbled under his breath, his arms crossed hastily over his chest.

Mike rolled his eyes, helping himself to one of Tre's beers. Tre didn't seem to mind though, taking one himself. Billie and I were also passed one.

I made my way following Mike back into Tre's living room with our beers in hand as we both dropped on the grey couch.

I guessed Tre's parents were at work like most times they were. It was normally Tre's house we gathered up in since his parents were never home.

"Spoke to Matthew lately?" Mike asked as we landed on the couch.

"Briefly." I shrugged. "He says he's been busy with soccer practice,"

"You believe him?"

"I'd like to,"

I felt the bottom of a beer bottle rest on my head. I looked up as I felt it move, to be looking up at the wonky smile of Billie Joe Armstrong. The corner of his eyes crinkled slightly with his little grin as he looked back at me. He stood behind where I was on the couch, his elbows leaning on the back with a beer in one hand.

"I thought you were angry at me?" I asked confused, still looking up at him as I felt the couch slouch beside me from Tre joining.

He shrugged his head to the side. "Eh,"

"Eh?"

"I can't stay mad at you for long,"

I smiled at him. "I am sorry, by the way-"

"-Yeah alright," He rolled his eyes before looking away from me over at Mike as he spoke.

"Y'know you should really ask Matthew if he wants to come drink with us Jersey," Mike spoke up, the tone and nickname meant he wasn't being serious. Merely annoying me.

I rolled my eyes feeling Billies elbows rest on my shoulders, his forearms hung in front of me, both hands around his beer and his chin on my head. Using me as a rest.

"Y'know he doesn't like you guys," I mumbled the obvious answer.

"Well does he know we don't like him?" Tre shuffled on the sofa beside me, looking over.

"He sure knows,"

It didn't matter what kind of person the boys I dated were. It didn't matter what they did, who they were, or their status in school, none of it mattered. Because regardless, there would always be tension between them and the three boys I had grown up with.

I often thought maybe it was a brotherly over protective type of thing. But I realised down the line they didn't like these guys just because they were with me. Not who they were. They never stood a chance being civil with Tre, Mike and for sure not Billie Joe. At lucky times, the best I would get was they would pretend they don't hate the guy. But there were always little hints to get their message across.

Billie always carried an unbeatable disliking for each guy. I never, and still don't, understand what it is. Or why. Since when Billie has a girlfriend, I always befriend them, and I don't think he likes that, maybe I'm supposed to hate them. But why would I?

I felt Billies chin move on my head as he mumbled. "Glad he knows,"

The thing was with me and Billie. Was we were best friends and that was it. Honestly, that was all.

He didn't give me any butterflies. He never made me all nervous to embarrass myself. I didn't see him in that light- neither did he with me.

I think so anyway.

"He's not supposed to know y'know," I replied moving forward as he pulled his arms off my shoulders and stood back up straight, giving me a confused look.

"Why not?"

"Well because- you guys are supposed to be my best friends and-"

Tre cut me off. "-We are?"

"I'm not saying you're not, I'm saying as my best friends you're supposed to at least hide the hatred,"

"But why?" Mike joined in sitting up slightly. "He doesn't hide it from us,"

"Sure he does-"

"-No... Nightlyn he doesn't," Tre shook his head. I stared at him longer, waiting for him to add on to that. Give me some examples. And of course, Billie had his back.

"Well, what about when he picks you up from when you're with us? Do you just not see the looks he gives?"

"But-"

"-He not only treats you like shit- but us too,"

"So you are still mad,"

He gave me a shrug, pretending to think. "Hmm... best friend got cheated on by... what's the word-"

"-A douche bag!"

"That's it! Thank you, Tre! A douche bag. Douche bag cheats on a girl I've been best friends with and cared about since the first grade...maybe I am yeah,"

I gritted my teeth. I had to remind myself he says those things because he cares. But he was always so painfully blunt. Painfully honest too. "Can I talk to you in the other room Billie?" I grunted slightly.

"Why?"

Ignoring him, I stood up and walked around the couch grabbing his arm on the way as I pulled him into the kitchen leaving Mike and Tre. Who made slight comments like 'Oooh' and 'Billies in trouble' as we left.

I shut the kitchen door as we made our way in, letting go of Billie's arm. He looked over at me pissed waiting for me to say what it was I wanted to say.

"Right... so you're still angry. Maybe instead of insulting my boyfriend, we can talk,"

"I can't talk to you Nightlyn because everything I say just goes through your head,"

"Through my head?"

"In one ear, out the other,"

"A? W... I.... that's not- that's not true-"

"-The guys a dick Night. Y'know there are so many better guys out there for you, and even if they aren't exactly better looking or whatever- they'd still treat you better. Guys exist out there who are selfless and would put you first in a heartbeat. Without even thinking about it. Just as a reaction because they care. So why would you settle for someone who's just gonna make a promise and hurt you again?"

I let out a deflated breath. Straightening my posture as I gave Billie a serious look. I looked at him, expecting to see the same look he gave me lately. Disappointment. Because he knew I could do better. Because he knew I was worth more. Because he cared.

But I looked at him, and all I saw through his eyes for miles was just a look of worry. It made me feel bad, for being so mean when he really did just care.

"Billie... I know, that you don't like the guy. You made it clear the moment I introduced you to him. Like you always do with every boy. But Billie- I like this one. I like this boy. I like him a lot. Okay? That's why I may have got my heart handed back to me with damage and just tossed it back over to him. He seemed like he cared. He promised me it was a mistake. He even cried, Billie. I sat in front of him and I watched the guy ball like a baby. I just wanna believe the nice thing more than the thought it'll happen again, is that really that bad?"

"Everyone wants to believe the nice things. Doesn't mean you should let your guards down,"

"My guards are still up-"

"-I don't see them. So where'd they go? Huh? What happened to the Nightlyn who- who in second grade, when she got pushed over in the playground she not only got back up but broke the dude's arm. Your dad had to attend so many meetings because of that, but you didn't care. What happened to her? She wouldn't take this shit from this Matthew guy, she wouldn't take this shit from you-"

"-She was seven Billie. Seven!"

"Yet she still had more of an idea to not be pushed around than you,"

"Billie! I've made up my mind! Okay? So you can either- back me up? Or shut up- because this doesn't help me,"

There was so much more he wanted to say burning through his eyes. But he closed his mouth and nodded. His nod didn't seem stern... or angry. It was just a nod really. Before he clicked his tongue. "Okay..."

Then I felt bad. Why? I shouted at him for caring, and he just gave up with his point and took it on board. There weren't many people who Billie Joe would give up his point for, but I had always been one.

I hated the way my relationships somehow always got muddled into my friendships. How did that ever happen?

"Beej... I'm sorry. I understand what you mean I really do, and you're right. I know you're right-"

"-But-"

"-But I can't help but do the wrong thing anyway, and I'm sorry,"

He stared at me hesitantly before shaking his head. "No... I'm sorry. It's your relationship, and I shouldn't get so angry. I just care, I hate seeing you upset. I hate that guy. When he makes you upset and he makes you cry, it drives me nuts,"

I smiled slightly. "It's nice that you care though,"

The room went silent for a moment. All I could hear was the ticking of a clock on the wall and muffled conversation between Tre and Mike in the next room before he placed his beer on the counter side and stretched his arms out. "Can I get a hug?"

I laughed slightly, not saying an answer. But placing my beer beside his and clinging myself around his chest feeling his arms wrap securely around me.

"I'm sorry I don't listen," I mumbled.

"You've never listened, not to anyone," he chuckled.

I couldn't help but laugh too. "Yeah... but, I should listen to you-" I pulled away, looking up at him. "-you matter to me, so your opinion does. But yet I just feel like I know better. And I never do,"

"Do you think he'll cheat again?"

"I know he will,"

"Doesn't it hurt?"

"What?"

"Knowing that?"

I nodded my head to the side rolling my eyes slightly. "A little, yeah..... well- a lot, yeah. It does hurt- a lot. I just wanna believe he means it, even if he doesn't. It feels nice to believe some things even when they're lies,"

"You hurt yourself when you do that,"

"I know. But I hurt myself if I were to leave?"

"You hurt yourself yeah, but you save yourself from more, from pain, embarrassment and feeling shit. I just don't like it when you're that hurt, when you don't come and annoy me every day. I don't like when you go into mini isolation because you put yourself up to get hurt. I miss you too much when you disappear,"

I understood what he meant, pretty self explanatory. I did do those things.

"I know you don't, and I'm sorry I keep setting myself up for it,"

He leaned his forehead against mine, I felt the hair on his head tickle my face. Resisting the urge to move it out the way, but I didn't wanna ruin our moment.

He gave me a grin. "C'mon, let's brighten up the mood. Let's go get drunk, that'll cheer us up,"

I smiled easily in agreement. "Always does,"

We made our way back into the living room, Mike and Tre gave us a nervous look. Before Billie laughed and announced. "We're fine,"

"You sure... I heard some shouting," Tre brought up as Mike nodded agreeing.

"There may have been some shouting. But It's okay now,"

The two of them let out a breath of relief. Before laughing as Billie and I made our way onto the couch.

And although things were more or less 'sorted' with Billie. I still knew that he hadn't completely let go of it. And he won't, not until Matthews is out of his life. Me being in Billie's life very closely, whoever I date is intertwined with his.

He likes to keep his circle small. Weird about who he trusts and all of that stuff, so it was only obvious to understand why it aggravated him so much that he was still connected to Matthew because Matthew was his best friends boyfriend.

Billie, Mike and Tre were in the middle of explaining to me last minute about their gig tomorrow at Gilman. Remember how I said Billies eyes always seemed to look dull lately? Well, there were few exceptions when he spoke about certain things.

Gilman being one of them. Or his band and music as a whole. He got excited to tell me these things, they always meant a lot to him.

"Y'know instead of waiting in the crowd like you always do you can hang around with us in the backstage rooms until we're on," Tre mentioned.

"I know that, but I like the other bands too,"

Mike looked over at me quickly. "I hope you like ours best,"

"Course I do you, idiot,"

"Y'know," Billie added after I spoke. "You should invite that girl you like," He looked over at Mike with a grin. Mike's face began to turn tinted with pink as he protested.

"I don't like her! Well- I do- don't tell her I said I don't- I mean. Well I mean I do like her but I don't like like her- she's cool and pretty and all but..."

"...But?"

"Well I mean- I don't know, I don't wanna get nervous knowing she's in the crowd. She probably wouldn't wanna even come anyway. She probably has better things to do than watch us play-"

"-Careful Dirnt, that's our band your talking about," Billie cut off, as Tre nodded beside me.

"No- I didn't mean that I just meant-"

"-Oh Mike just invite her!" I laughed, not standing to hear him ramble anymore.

He looked over at me a little helplessly. "I'm nervous,"

Tre stood up with no context, leaving the room. I think we all just assumed he was helping himself to another beer.

Billie looked over at Mike trying to figure something out. Then me. "You're coming, right Night?"

"Course I am,"

"See, your girl can just hang around with NJ,"

"She's not my girl!"

Tre walked back in with a phone in his hand instead of a beer. Passing it over to Mike. Mike looked hesitant to take the phone looking at Tre confused before Tre whispered. "It's your girl,"

Mike grunted taking the phone, changing his attitude. "Hey, Sage,"

Billie giggled immaturely beside him, Mike punched him before getting off the sofa and trying to get away from Billie. Ending up with Billie chasing Mike up the stairs to tease him while Mike tried to contain a normal conversation on the phone.

Sage, from what I met, seemed pretty cool. Mike, Tre and I had bumped into her at a party. Mike mistook her for someone else. For the rest of the night Billie, Tre and I ditched Mike since he was so wrapped up in a conversation with Sage.

You could hear Billie's and Mike's footsteps heavily moving around on the ceiling above Tre and I. Before we shrugged sitting back down.

"He's lucky I called her for him,"

"How did you even know her number?"

"Mike first rang her on my phone, I stole the little slip that had her number on and forced him onto the phone with her," He shrugged.

"So just like now?"

"Pretty much,"

"You're a great friend Tre Cool," I laughed slightly. "Is Luella joining us tomorrow?"

"Sure is,"

Luella- or... Lou was Tre's girlfriend. Also, the closest thing I had to a girl best friend. She and Tre had been together for over two years, surprising the least to say Tre doesn't seem like a serious guy.

With the first impression from Lou and one from me, I would say we probably would seem polar opposites. Being that Luella was more of an introvert and I was pretty extroverted. She thinks beforehand and I decide on my actions mid way through the moment, but getting to know her we aren't far from different. We both share the same immature humour.

She had black hair that reached her mid back, bangs she normally pushed to the side of her face instead of them resting on her forehead. With big deep blue eyes.

"So if you and Mike both have girls to invite, how come Billie isn't inviting anyone? Y'know?"

"Well... it's kinda like how Mike's bringing a girl and I am, your Billie's girl,"

"What? What does that mean-"

"-Not like that. It just leaves the two of you. Makes things even,"

"He does know he can invite someone, doesn't he? He's not just not inviting someone to keep things even right?" I asked him sitting up slightly.

"Course he does... but I mean... y'know Billie. He doesn't go out looking for girlfriends or boyfriends,"

I had noticed. The few relationships he had been through normally happened when they would meet through other people. Billie never really went out of his way to find someone. Not like maybe I or Mike do. "Guess you got a point,"

Finishing my sentence, I heard the hammering of converse running down the stairs before Billie skidded around the corner, his shoes squeaking on the laminate floor. Rushing behind the sofa giggling before a second wrath of stomping speeded down and into the living room.

Mike stooped in his tracks at the living room door frame. "You're a dick Billie joe!"

"C'mon Mikey take a joke!" Billie snorted with his hands on the back of the sofa.

Mike rushed over to the sofa and grabbed a pillow. Launching it with the aim of it hitting Billie, but Billie dropped to the floor behind the sofa missing it.

"What an earth did you do!?" I asked Billie getting to my knees on the sofa and turning to look at him ducking behind it.

"I was only messing!"

"So I assumed he ruined your chances and she said no?" Tre suggested.

Mike breathed out, before shaking his head and smiling. "No, she said yes,"

Billie sprung back up fast. "Yeah thanks to me! Mike wasn't even gonna ask her! I had to shout it in the background for him!"

"I was getting round to it!"

A/N: here's largely over due chapter two. Enjoy !! <3