Desi's POV
He's so perfect. But he wants Hailie. His friend Tré seems into me though. But Billie's the one I want. But everyone I'm into likes my sister. Everyone. I'll never get a boyfriend. I'm really desperate. Maybe if I do just go out with Tré I can get Billie Joe to like me. But that would be wrong. Tré might be a really nice person. I hardly even know him. Or Mike. Or even Billie Joe honestly.
"Tell me about Tré," I said to Billie. He looked at me.
"Well," he began. "Tré is hilarious. He's the funny one in the band. Always bouncing off the walls. He can make anyone laugh. But he's also the sweetest person you'll ever meet. He actually can be serious to. Y'know."
"Interesting," I answered. "How about Mike?"
"Well Mike. I've known him forever. We became best friends instantly. He's a really kind and caring person. I don't know. Why are you asking me this stuff?"
"I'm just wondering. Now why do you like my sister?" I asked impatiently.
"She's beautiful." I could feel the disappointment spreading across my face.
"Oh. I should...go.." I said quietly.
"Why, Desi?" He asked. He grabbed my hand. "Please don't go."
"You want my sister." I stood up and walked out of his room.
"Hey Desi!" Tré explained as he ran over to me. "Are you leaving already? That's a bumm—" I cut of off with a kiss just as Billie Joe walked into the room. Then I left for home.
