"Where's bill?" I asked mike as I leaned next to him on the wall looking around at the sight of another one of Nicole's party. He seemed to be the only other sober one since he's driving us back in his dads truck tonight.

"I haven't seen him," Mike shrugged.

"I think we're the only sober ones here." I laughed slightly.

"I'm sober because I'm the ride back, why are you?"

I shrugged. "I guess I'm not in the mood to get drunk. Incase I do something stupid, y'know?"

He nodded. "Yeah."

We looked around. I really could not see Billie anywhere. I hope he's not found himself in trouble.

"Boo!" I heard a voice say from beside me, I turned around quickly to see violet smiling. "Hey payt."

"Hi violet."

"How come you guys are just here?" She asked.

"Well, I'm the ride home." Mike shrugged.

"I guess I'm just not in a party mood, you don't seem very drunk? How many drinks have you had?" I asked her. She wasn't wobbling, her voice wasn't slurred. She seemed completely sober to me.

"None," she smiled.

"None!?" Me and mike asked surprised in unison. She nodded.

"Why?" Mike asked.

"Someone's gotta take care of Tre when he's drunk." She shrugged.

"Good point," Mike said. I agreed.

"So where is Tre?" I asked her.

"I lost him a while back. Actually, I came over to you guys to see if you guys knew where he was."

Me and mike shook our heads. "Sorry violet," Mike said.

"We don't even know here Billie is never mind Tre."

"Well where ever they are," Mike said looking down at his watch. "They best come to find us. I gotta have the truck home before midnight."

"What time is it?" Violet asked.

"Nearly midnight."

"Oh shit," Violet said looking around. "Me and Payt will look for them, we'll meet you at the truck."

Mike nodded as he walked off on his way to get to the truck. Violet turned to me. "I'll look for Tre, you look for Billie. Got it?"

"Okay, got it."

She walked away as I sighed. Looks like I'm going on a hunt for Billie joe then. I decided to check outside. But he wasn't there, I checked in the living room. He wasn't there, I even looked near the drinks. He wasn't there.

"Looks like I'm gonna have to check upstairs." I sighed to myself as I slowly walked up the stairs. I spotted Nicole at the top of them, I quickly walked up the rest. "Nic!"

"Hey! Payt!" She smiled wobbling. Obviously tipsy.

"Hi Nicole," I said as I grabbed on to her shoulder as she wobbled to avoid her from falling. "You haven't seen Billie at all, have you?"

"Yes!" She said pointing at me. "I have!"

"You have?" I asked excitedly. Finally, catch me a break. "Where?"

"He headed in- hiccup- that room. With the blonde girl from spin the bottle." She said pointing over to a door.

Fuck sake, my breaks over.

"He-he did?" I asked nervously. She nodded. "Thanks Nicole."

"Just to say, the girl seemed really keen. Doesn't Billie have a girlfriend?" She asked me.

"Long story, but no."

"Well she looked like she was practically dragging him in there so- hiccup- I would knock before I go in." She said as she walked away. I nodded to myself.

"Got it," I whispered as I walked over to the door. I took in a deep breath and knocked on it.

"Oh my god finally! come in!" I heard billies voice shout. I braced myself. Before opening the door to see Billie laid on some bed, with the blonde girl basically pinning him down.

"Sorry if I interrupted something but-"

The blonde bitch on top of Billie cut me off. "-actually you did. Do you mind leaving?"

Fight her.

"No can do, Billie we're leaving," I said looking at him pissed off. I was trying to shove down all my emotions away for now but I felt sort of heartbroken. I guess I knew we would never work out, but that doesn't mean I didn't hope from time to time.

"He's not leaving." She said.

I sighed as I walked over to them. "Yeah, he is."

"No,"

I looked down at Billie. "Bill come on."

Billie looked up at her. "I need you to- erm. Get off me." He slurred.

"Whatever." She sighed as she moved off of Billie. Billie stumbled up off of the bed as I grabbed his hand and dragged him down the stairs.

"Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! You're hurting my wrist!" He whined as I pulled him through the front door to see mike, Tre, violet and mike in the truck.

I turned to Billie and pointed to the truck. "Get in."

He rolled his eyes as he climbed over violet and sat next to Tre as they both of them began to ramble about something.

Mike rolled down the window as he looked at me, I stood next to the truck. "You getting in?" He asked.

I was upset, like really fucking upset from the whole Billie thing. I can't believe this. Did I really think I had a chance? He made me believe I did, but maybe I didn't.

I was prepared, but it still hurt.

I didn't wanna get in that truck. I didn't wanna be in that truck with Billie. That would just kill me more. What if he talks about it?

"Payt?" Mike asked me.

"Actually, I think I'm gonna walk back," I said awkwardly to him.

"Walk? Payton y'know I can't let you walk home in the dark." He said to me.

Man, I'm hurting. "No that's okay."

"Payton I can't let you walk home in the dark, that would be such a shitty move of me to do."

"You want me to walk with her?" Violet said from the back seat.

Mike looked at violet. And then at me, "are you sure?"

"Yeah, I'll walk with her."

Mike nodded as Violet got out of the back. We waved them off as they drove away.

"So how did you manage to get to the party tonight?" Violet asked me as we began to walk.

"Actually I told my mom I was stopping out, I was supposed to stop at billies tonight."

"So why aren't you?"

I shrugged. "I don't know."

"You can stop at mine?" She said. I looked over at her and smiled.

"You mean it?"

"Course I do," she smiled back.

"Oh thank you violet!" I shouted as I hugged her. She hugged me back as we carried on walking.

"So how come you wanted to walk?" She asked me.

"Well, I found Billie in a room. With that blonde girl from spin the bottle on top of him. And-"

"-did it hurt you?" She asked. I nodded, I could feel I was about to cry. It really, really, really hurt me.

"I didn't even know what to do, I just told him we needed to go. And the girl on top of him was trying to argue with me. But in the end, Billie asked her to move. And I just sort of dragged him to the truck."

"I don't know why Billie Would do that." She said looking over at me. She shrugged with her hands in her Jean pockets. "He hates that girl."

"He does?"

"He can't stand her."

"When I knocked, Billie said: 'oh thank god come in'" I told her.

"He probably got dragged in there by her."

"That would make some sense, Nicole told me it looked like he got dragged into there. But I mean maybe he did want to be in there with her."

We talked more as we got to violets. We headed up into her room and soon enough went to sleep. I mean we were absolutely tired.

Once we woke up, with no hangover we got changed and decided we would head over to Tre's.

"Hey guys!" Violet smiled as we walked in. Tre laid on the sofa as mike sat on a chair.

"Hey," Tre said.

"Hangover?" She asked him. He nodded.

"Feels good not to have a pounding headache y'know," Mike teased Tre.

"Where's Billie?" Violet asked as she shoved Tre up into a sitting position and sat on the sofa beside him. I sat down on the floor in front of the sofa and chair.

"He's on his way," Mike answered. I cringed lightly, I just didn't wanna see him. I wanted to avoid him. "You okay payt?"

"Payt found Billie under holly in a room," Violet told him.

So now she had a name.

"Billie hates holly?" Tre said questionably and confused.

"He does, he can't stand her." Mike agreed.

"Well I walked into the room and she was on top of him." I shrugged.

"I'm gonna kill him," Tre said.

The door opened as Billie walked in with a hand on his head. "My head is killing me." He said as he walked in.

Everyone in the room stared at him. Obviously, unimpressed with what he did last night at the party.

"What?" He asked moving his hand off his head as he looked at everyone's eyes on him. I didn't even look at him.

"Heard you got in with holly last night?" Mike asked him unimpressed.

"Is this what all the stares are about?"

Tre, Mike and Violet nodded.

"I didn't even wanna go in the room with her, she practically dragged me!" Billie said.

"You're not getting it Billie." Violet sighed. She motioned over to me with her head, I looked at the floor.

"Fuck." He muttered. "Payt."

I looked up at him, I didn't actually say anything I just looked up at him. Just don't cry.

"Are you okay?" He asked me.

"Obviously I'm not Billie no."

"Are you angry at me?"

"Of course I am!"

"She dragged me in there Payton!"

"You can't stand her? but then I have to argue with her just to let me bring you to the truck so we can take you back home!" I shouted.

"Oh well, I'm sorry I didn't realise I had to stay by your side at a party!" He shouted back. I sat up off of the floor.

"I'm not saying you do! I'm just saying how do you end up with a girl on top of you that you supposedly hate!"

"Guys calm down," Violet said standing up.

"Why? What does it matter if she was on top of me? It's not like we're a thing! It's not like we can be a thing! It's not like we will be a thing is it! So what does it fucking matter!"

"Billie stop," Mike said. Standing up.

That's when the tears started forming.

"Payt- I-I didn't mean it like that I-" I cut him off.

"-No you're right. Maybe it was just me being stupid to think we could have had a chance." I said sadly.

"No Payton," he said. I sighed as I walked past him out of Tre's front door as I began making my way home.

Tears escaped my eyes.

How stupid can I be? I never had a chance. I was stupid to think I did.

Billie Joe's P.O.V

"That was not cool dude," Tre said looking over at me after Payton had walked out.

"What were you thinking!" Violet shouted, "why would you say that!"

"Cause I was angry violet! I don't know!"

"Angry about what!"

"That she was getting angry at me about last night," I said.

"Because she likes you jackass!"

"She does?"

"Yes!" Mike said. "It's so obvious man how can you not see it."

"Oh fuck. What have I done," I said worried as I ran a hand through my hair. "I've fucked up. This is all my fault."