𝗣𝗲𝘁𝗶𝘁𝗲 & 𝗦𝘄𝗲𝗲𝘁 - 𝗕𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗞𝗮𝘂𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘇

A Picture

*Bill's POV*

We end up falling asleep on the couch, Tom and Sarah have as well. Evelyn is squished between the couch and I, my arms tightly held around her body. My favorite body, my favorite person. She's the only girl I want to hold forever, to keep safe in my arms. I wake up to Tom hysterically laughing, slapping his knee.

Sarah is giggling along with him, oh boy. I roll my eyes, turning around to see what all the matter is. He stops laughing once he sees me, biting his lips nervously. I sigh. At this point, I know he's laughing at me. But the thing is that only he knows my secret, he knows I still have a crush on Evelyn.

He teases me about it all the time. But he used to as well, and I remember we got in a fight one day about it. It ended badly, and I don't think Evelyn remembers it at all, but it was an often routine since me and Tom fought a lot as young teenagers.

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"Tom! I like her!" I shout, Tom pouts on his bed, turning his head away from me. "I like her too!" He shouts back, standing up with his hands to his hips. His dreadlocks just below his jawline, as we're 10 years old now. But sadly, she doesn't speak to us as much as we've started to sing and form our dream.

"Well maybe she doesn't like a black haired weirdo like you, Bill! Maybe she doesn't like the makeup and funky hair! Maybe she doesn't like a freak!" He screams, instantly regretting it. Tom's face drops into guilt and sorrow as he watches the words sink into my heart. Rage and hurt fill my body when they do.

"Fine! Is that what you think of me?!" I yell, crossing my arms. Crossing my heart, because Tom has just broken it. And he can't anymore when I cover it. "N-No- Wait, Bill I'm sorry." He frowns, his eyes brim with tears. I only roll my eyes, holding back my own tears.

"Whatever! I'm going to go see her." I say, leaving our room. I run downstairs and out of the house, Mom doesn't ask where I'm going. All she sees is tears streaming down my face as I run to my best friend. I approach her house, in full tears now. I knock heavily on the door.

She opens it a minute later, looking awfully worried. "What's wrong, Bill!?" She frowns hard, letting me in. I hug her, not wanting to let go. She can always make me happy when I'm sad. "Tom yelled at me, he really hurt my feelings, Eve. He called me a freak."

I cry, she rubs my back and plays with my hair. "Shh, it's okay Bill. You're not a freak, you're a pretty boy." She whispers, squeezing me tighter. I bury my head into her shoulder, breathing in her pretty flowery scent. What she said made me blush, and feel better. She takes me to her room, sitting me on her bed. I calm instantly once we lay down and talk about it.

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I still never forgave Tom for that, but it's whatever. He's not that way anymore. Nor does he like her, but he does like to challenge me. Teasing me in public with our friends, saying things that are damn near close to my secret. And by now I think they've figured it out. Thanks to Tom.

She shuffles, scotting closer against me. I turn back around, ignoring Sarah and Tom as they laugh quietly to themselves. I admire her, her hair is pretty. The brown color makes me fall into it. I want to braid it, brush it, just play with it. I think she'd enjoy that. Her lips, I could really kiss, the soft pink hue, the texture they look to be. Her body is perfection, I don't even need to go into detail on that.