"Why would you do that!" He shouted at me jumping up from his chair and grabbing the sweeping brush that leaned against the kitchen wall.

"I don't know!" I said looking down at the smashed glass on the floor, then back up at Billie.

He rolled his eyes as he came over to where the smashed glass was and instructed me to move, but to try not to stand on any. Then swept it all up and put it into the bin.

"Sorry..." I said quietly as he sat back down. He laughed softly at me and smiled.

"I just don't know why you did that."

What did I do? Well me and Billie were having a normal conversation. But then... it went silent. It was so awkward and so quiet it hurt my ears. And that's when I realised how deafening silence is. It makes you hear things you know aren't there because your minds trying to fill the void. So I did the only reasonable thing, I threw my cup on the floor as it smashed. Which did what I needed it to: stopped the silence.

"I don't know, guess it just slipped out my hand."

"Slipped? Are you kidding Payton? I was sat right here while I watched you forcefully throw it on to the floor." He laughed again. "But, why did you even do that? You just threw it out of nowhere."

"I guess it was the silence," I said quietly, "it was just scaring me. So I got rid of it."

He sighed and then looked back up at me, as he softly chuckled to himself.

"What?" I asked confused.

"What am I gonna do with you."

~

"When does she get back?" He asked me as we sat in my room.

"She won't be back until tomorrow morning."

"Where is she?"

"Business trip."

"Awesome."

I looked out the window, it was getting late. Like dark late. But I had a bigger problem. I didn't want Billie to go. But it's not like I could tell him that is it? I mean, he's not even supposed to be here right now. If my mom found out he was here it would cost me my life.

"I should probably head back home," he said as he got up and walked over to his shoes he placed at the bedroom door. "Before it gets any darker."

I just bit my lip as I watched him tie his converse. I didn't wanna say goodbye.

I don't wanna say goodbye.

I don't want to either. But what can you do I guess.

Ask him to stay.

Are you crazy?

Just ask him to stay the night.

What and where will he stop?

Well, you can sleep In Addison's bed like you mostly do anyway, and he can have your bed for the night.

You're right.

I really hate to say it... but I told you so.

Shut up.

"Payton?" He said as he waved a hand in my face confused. I shook my head and looked up at him. I must have zoned out arguing with myself while he was trying to talk to me, that's embarrassing. But I guess nothing gets more embarrassing them smashing a cup for no reason just so things aren't quite huh?

"Billie," I said. "I have a problem."

"What? What is it? Are you okay?"

"I don't think I want you to go."

He grinned happily at me. "What do you mean you think."

I don't know myself. I've just got this feeling deep inside of me that tells me to not let you go. I've got this little voice in my head that doesn't wanna see you walk out that door. I've got this feeling I'm gonna feel pretty bad when you leave me. I've got this urge to keep you with me tonight.

"I mean, well. I don't like staying home by myself." I lied.

"Are you sure that's why?"

No, what the hell! Tell him how you feel.

No fucking way. I mean- it's nothing special I feel for him anyway.

So you're telling me you don't have a crush on him?

A crush? Are you stupid of course I don't have a crush? This is obviously just how you feel when you have a friend.

How would we know? We hardly get any friends.

Exactly. So how can we know this isn't how you're supposed to feel.

Accept it.

Never.

"Payton?"

I shook my head. "Sorry I keep zoning out- see look at me I can't even keep into reality. Just say you'll stay?"

"I'd never say I wouldn't, but why do you want me to stay so badly?"

Because you idiot. Don't you see? I can say goodbye to anyone but you.

"I just don't want to be alone. I get scared."

He sighed obviously giving up with that conversation before kicking his converse off and sitting back down on my bed next to me.

He looked around my room, just sort of looking around.

"What are you looking for?" I laughed.

"I'm not looking for anything," he shrugged. "I'm just sort of looking."

Then all of a sudden, we both heard heavy rain as it hit against the window. I walked over to my window and opened the curtains, I couldn't see a thing outside. Obviously, since it was dark: but there were droplets of rain racing down the bottom of the window.

"You think there's gonna be a storm?" I asked turning back around to Billie.

"I don't know, I hope not."

"See, you're lucky I asked you to stay," I said making my way back to my bed, as I talked over the sound of the rain now heavily battering against the glass window.

"Yeah, I guess I am." He teased.

"You are! Without me, you would be drenched! You would probably have a cold!"

"Yeah, I guessss."

"Stop with that!" I laughed pushing him,

"Hey don't push me!"

"Why not?" I smirked. "What you gonna do about it, tough guy?"

He smirked, more than I did as he stood up quickly and picked me up as he threw me over his shoulder holding my legs. To say he didn't look it, he was stronger than I thought he was as he still had me off the floor and over his shoulder laughing.

"Billie!" I whined. "Put me down!"

"Why?"

"Because I told you to now put me down this instant!" I shouted trying to act serious.

"Nope."

"Billieeee!"

"Nope."

"Beej!"

"No."

"Billie!"

"I said no."

"Billie joe!"

"Nope."

"Billie Joe Armstrong I will call my mom and tell her you broke in!"

I felt him quickly swig me off his shoulder as he dropped me onto my bed on my back. From the weight of my body being thrown caused him to stumble as he tripped up and fell on top of me.

He was so close, I felt his bleach blonde hair tickle my cheek as it hanged in front of his face, his bright green orbs studying me like they never had before. I felt a feeling deep inside of me that I had never experienced, but it made me feel... happy. Like this is what I've been needing my whole life.

Is he going to... kiss me?

I hope so.

No, I don't. Shut your mouth.

His eyes slowly brought themselves back up to mine as we created eye contact. The way the green shade in them glowed made me feel intimidated but in a good sort of way.

I felt his breath tickle my face, but I didn't flinch. His breath was heavy from just picking me up. And my heart was racing from feeling his body frame on mine, and the thought that his lips were so close but yet so far.

That's when I realised his eyes weren't on mine anymore, but instead on my lips. The thought gave me goosebumps as I realised. My mind had completely blocked out the rain outside, it became like white noise to me.

But suddenly when I heard thunder and the whole bedroom was lite up for a split second from lightning it must have pulled Billie back into reality as he pulled himself off me quickly in panic and fear of the sudden loud noise and looked around paranoid. Whereas I was calm.

"Awww, what's wrong Mr Armstrong... scared?" I teased as I sat up.

"Shut up." He muttered as he came and sat next to me.

The thunder began to start again, again and again. Thunder after thunder. Billie sat with his eyes looking around the room, paranoid. His hands were shaking slightly and he bit his lip.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah, yeah."

More thunder.

"No!" He sighed. "I hate thunderstorms."

I laughed slightly. And he looked at me like I was a little crazy.

"How are you not scared?"

I shrugged like it was nothing, because to me... it wasn't. "I like thunderstorms."

"You do!?"

"Yeah," I smiled.

Billie joes P.O.V

"Yeah," she smiled. "I like storms. It's like the sky's screaming or something."

I had never thought of it that way. I had never thought to think of it any other way.

But I liked that.

Girls like here were born in storms. Into a life, violence disturbing the atmosphere and strong winds blowing every which way. She had lightning in her soul. Thunder in her heart. And chaos in her bones.

But I liked that.

And I guess you could say it was a Part of her mystery is how she is calm in the storm. And anxious in the quiet.

But y'know what.

You like that?

I like that.