I sat on my bed listening to music until I heard something click on my window. I jumped up and freaked out as I looked over at it. My curtains were open. As I watched it I realised...

Someone's throwing rocks at my window?

Okay who the fuck is asking for a fight now.

Chill out.

I walked up to my window as I opened it to spot Billie.

Oh, it's you, hey we've missed you.

No, we haven't!

"Throwing rocks Romeo?" I teased as I opened the window and leaned on the window sill.

"Shut up, is your mom home?"

"Actually no she just went out. Her date just picked her up."

"Her date?"

"I know," I laughed. "Now what do you want,"

"Can you come with me?"

"Are you serious?"

"Please! It won't take long, there's something back at mine I gotta show you!"

I rolled my eyes and sighed loudly.

"Does that means yes?" He smiled hopefully. I nodded my head as I grabbed my jacket as I put it on and my shoes. I began to climb down the pipes into the darkness of the night at the side of the house as Billie waited at the bottom with his hands in the air ready to catch me if I slipped and fell.

I got down safely and looked over at him. "So, you want me to come to yours?"

He nodded.

We walked to his having random conversations, but no matter what we spoke about I liked speaking to him. Even our little and stupid conversation meant the most to me. We walked straight into his house as he took me into his room.

"Okay, so what are you wanting me to see?" I asked looking around his room confused.

"Well, I'll probably have to show you." He laughed.

"Show me! What is it?"

"Well," he said awkwardly looking down at the floor. He seemed nervous. "I wrote you something."

"You did!" I smiled excitedly. He laughed nervously.

"Yeah, I did."

"I thought you didn't write songs about people?"

"As I said, I never had anyone to write about... until now."

"Aww Beej!" I smiled as I quickly pulled him into a hug squeezing him. I pulled away quickly looking at him. "Wait are you gonna sing it for me!?"

He nodded nervously again. "Yeah, that's what I planned on."

"Aww Billie this is amazing, I've never had anyone write a song for me before!" I squealed In excitement.

He picked up his guitar that was leaned against the wall of his room. I watched him as he nervously strapped it around him as I sat on his bed waiting to listen to the song. I think I might cry.

"Okay... you ready?" He asked looking up at me from the guitar. I nodded as he ran a hand through his hair. He looked really fucking nervous, why did he look so nervous? Why did he look like he was gonna pass out?

"Hey, you okay?" I asked.

"Yeah, I've just- I've never exactly sung in front of anyone by myself without Tre and mike for years."

"Cmon Billie you'll do amazing."

"Okay," he nodded looking back down at the guitar. "Here goes nothing," he took a deep breath in as he began.

"She
She screams in silence
A sulley roit penetrating through her mind
Waiting for a sign to smash the silence with the brick of self control

Are you locked up in a world that's been planned out for you?
Are you feeling like a social tool without a use?
Scream at me until my ears bleed
I'm taking heed just for you

She
She's figured out
All her doubts were someone else's point of view
Waking up this time to smash the silence with the brick of self control

Are you locked up in a world that's been planned out for you?
Are you feeling like a social tool without a use?
Scream at me until my ears bleed
I'm taking heed just for you

Are you locked up in a world that's been planned out for you?
Are you feeling like a social tool without a use?
Scream at me until my ears bleed
I'm taking heed just for you."

He finished as I felt the tears in my eyes.

Don't cry, don't cry.

But it was so beautiful-

Do not cry!

I can't help it!

"You didn't like it?" He said nervously at me as I looked down at my lap trying to hide the fact that I was about to cry. "Payt?"

I looked up and laughed slightly with the tears so close to spilling out of my eyes.

"Payt!" He said quickly as he took his guitar off and rushed over to me. He kneeled in front of me as I sat on the end of his bed, he pulled his sleeve down and wiped the tears under my eyes with it. "Why are you crying?"

"I've just," I sniffed, "I've never had anyone write a song for me before and I really liked that song- it was so beautiful and-" I laughed slightly and looked at him giving up with my words. But why did it make me cry? Because realising how much he cares for me, although I've had a shitty life. He's there for me, and he cares.

"It wasn't supposed to make you cry though," he laughed back as he grabbed both my hands gently.

Was he gonna kiss me?

I hope so.

Yeah...

What?

"Thank you, Billie Joe," I whispered softly to him.

"You don't need to thank me. It's my job to be here for you."

"But it's not supposed to be and-"

"-But I've made it, okay? So now it's my job and now I'm right behind you and I'm ready to catch you when you fall and all the rest of the cliché shit," he laughed. "You got me, Ives?"

I smiled and nodded giggling again. "Yes sir."

"Come here," he chuckled as he pulled me close to him. I dug myself into his chest and took in his scent that was starting to become familiar to me. Cigarettes, boys cologne, sometimes weed. Not today though. He's obviously not seen mike or Tre today then.

"Now come on," he said pulling away "let's sneak you back home before your..." he stopped himself and laughed slightly.

"Maybe it is best you don't finish that," I laughed.

"You know I hate Her."

"No one hates her more than I do."

"Alright, alright. But I come in second place."

"Definitely,"

We laughed for a second as we fell in silence.

But not the type that made me want to break a cup, or smash something a plait, or scream, or cry. It was a comfortable silence. We looked at each other within it and it felt like we were almost communicating through our eyes. It was the type of silence I felt like I could live in forever.

But you'd miss his voice.

Oh man, I would.

"I feel like I need to break silence every time we fall into it now in case you go and break something." He said still looking at me. I pushed him laughing as I stood up.

"One time!"

"But I can say no times!"

"It was a reflex!"

"Who has a reflex just to smash a cup!" He laughed.

"Come on, before she gets home."

"Oh my god please don't call her she," he said quickly seeming a little bit put off.

"Why?" I asked him confused.

"Because she is what I referred to you as in the song. And the name of the song, not your fucking mom." He laughed. "It's like you're my she, not her!"

I'm his she?

"Oh shit, I didn't know that! Okay okay no not she."

"Come on," he sighed as he grabbed my hand and held it, looking back up at me. "Let's get you back home."

And we walked home, hand in hand. Wasn't that cute? Everything felt so calm with him. Everything felt so peaceful. And I couldn't stop replaying the lyrics of that song over and over again in my head.

Scream at me until my ears bleed
I'm taking heed just for you

What does that mean exactly?

As we reached my house I looked at the front window, the lights weren't on. Which meant my mom wasn't home yet.

"She's not back yet, thank god." I sighed as we headed to the side of my house. "Well," I said looking up at the window then back at him.

"Well,"

"looks like I should head back into my little prison cell," I whispered as he laughed. "Thank you for writing and singing me that song too,"

"Hey don't worry about it. I'm really glad you liked it." He smiled.  "Goodnight Payton."

"Goodnight Billie joe."