Chapter 15.

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**Eric's P.O.V**wait what? ohyes.

"So, that's what happened."

Sam had just told me everything that went on in the last three weeks. Ever since Aria and I broke up, I haven't been talking to anyone other than Trevor.

So, I knew Billy and Sam were dating, but that's the last thing anyone told me. I missed everything. The cheating, lying and backstabbing. This is starting to sound like one of those annoying girl dramas. Unfortunately, I was a part of it.

Sam had come over to my house right after he got off the phone with Billy. He seemed pretty upset over it all. I mean, I know I would be.

"So how do you feel about all this?" He looked kind of shocked to hear me ask this. I knew he must feel pretty bad, but I wanted to hear it.

"Horrible. Absolutely terrible. Hated. Avoided. Sick. Just to name a few." I could tell he was really torn up about it.

I couldn't stand seeing one of my close friends like this, so I said, "I'm a little hungry.." I managed a awkward laugh, and Sam even gave me a weak smile. Atleast he wasn't crying or something. I've seen that before, and it doesn't matter who you are, it's still the saddest thing to see.

"I'm getting something to eat.", I announced hopping off the couch. "Want anything?" Sam shook his head, so I shrugged and walked into the kitchen. I grabbed an Arizona from the fridge and made a sub. When I walked back out to the living room, I saw Sam almost out the front door.

"Where are you going?" I asked.

"This is your fault."

"What?"

"All of this. If you hadn't dumped Aria, I wouldn't have felt bad and kissed her. I wouldn't have cheated on Billy and-"

"You can't seriously blame me for this!"

"Yes. I can. Cause it's YOUR FAULT." He was still standing basically on my doorstep shouting inside.

"IT'S NOT MY FAULT YOU'RE AN IDIOT." The words just slipped out of my mouth. I saw the angry expression on Sam's face disappear, and replaced with a look that a five-year old might have when you tell them they can't have candy in a super market. Complete sadness.

"I know." Then he closed the door.

I ran over to the door and swung it open only to see Sam jogging down the street towards his house.

**Arias P.O.V**

The last few days I've been so lonely. I didn't realize how much I really needed my friends, until they were gone.

I missed Sam. The way he smiled, laughed, talked, kissed me.. everything was perfect. Even though he had told me we could date again after this was all over, I'm not sure if he actually would. That's what I feared though. It would end up badly between us.

Might sound crazy, but I missed Kian too. Yeah, he's my brother and I see him everyday, but I miss talking to him. We live in the same house, but we never talk. He is usually gone when I'm home and he spends the rest of the day in his room. I always gave him a hard time for caring too much about me, but I didn't know how bad it feels to have him not care at all. Until now, that is.

Most of all, I missed Billy. She was my first real best friend. After 15 years, I finally found someone who understood me, who cared for me, and could make me laugh when I was crying. I trusted her with everything, knowing she would never tell anyone. We never kept anything from each other. I know why she's so mad though. If it happened to me, I would have reacted the same, only 10x worse. She's so strong usually. Seeing her cry is the hardest thing to do. I really screwed up. I had to make things right.

I walked into Kians room, not even bothering to knock. I knew he wasn't going to be home until tomorrow.

I got a pillow off of Kians bed and chucked it at her door, hitting the handles. I never understood how she could hear the pillow hit the door, but she claimed she always could.

I waited for about two minutes before deciding she wasn't coming out. I sighed and turned around. I was about to close the balcony doors when I heard a small voice say my name.

"Aria?"

"Billy! Uh, hey!" I could tell she had just woke up.

"Hi." She threw the pillow back over to me, it landing in front of my feet. I tossed the pillow back into Kians room, took a step out onto the balcony and closed the doors behind me. It was time to get my best friend back.

**Kians P.O.V**

I was supposed to be staying at a friends house, but I really wasn't too excited to be around people. I told him I was feeling sick and left at about 9:30.

When I got home, what I saw shocked me so much I nearly fell over. It was something I used to see so often, but I thought it was over for a long time.

I saw Aria and Billy. Together. Watching movies and laughing together. I was really happy to see it, but I was also confused.

"What's going on here...." I asked walking over to them and talking a seat on the chair.

I was serious about my question, but the girls found it pretty funny. "What?!" I asked, trying my best to sound offended.

"We're good. Aria apologized and we made up. I missed her a lot. Sure, I was mad, but there's only so long you can be angry at someone. The week was enough. My dad is home now, so that helped me a lot too. Sam is coming over later and we are going to talk." Billy explained all this with a huge smile on her face. Her dimple showed up and her green eyes sparkled. It was the first time in almost a month I had seen her this happy. I missed it. "That's great!" I practically shouted.

For about a half hour, we just talked and watched movies. We were halfway through an episode of Friends, when Sam walks in.

"Hey guys!" He said.

It was pretty awkward at first, the four of us being together, but after awhile, we began talking like nothing happened. Billy told us stories about Canada and what he dad brought her back from his trip to Australia. Aria started talking about some British Youtuber, and when she showed us a picture, Billy said that she was in love. Even though she was kidding, it made me wish I was like that. Sam and I didn't talk much, but we didn't need to. The girls did enough talking for all of us. Which was just fine. This is how it's supposed to be.

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