Surrounded by boyfriend Paul and my best friend Ashley, I flip the coin. Landing on heads, I groan, ready for the dare.
"Alright, let's see." Ashley rubbed her hands together evily. "Text someone who you haven't heard from awhile."
I whip out my phone and pull open my contacts, scrolling through until one name popped out to me: Billy Wilson-Heart. My childhood in one single name. The boy I spent summers camping out with, playing baseball and rocking out to music with. Until he left. And became a rockstar. I open up our last conversation together, which happened when the day I turned 13.
Me: hey Billie, can you come over and spend time with me and my cake?
Him: sorry, Em, but I can't. I'm working on something big for the band. Sorry.
That was the worst birthday ever. Next week was my 16th birthday, and it had to be better than my 13th. I get my thumbs ready and start to type.
Me: I know its been awhile, and you probably don't remember me. If you don't, you can just ignore this. You probably have an agent watching over your emails/text messages. But I just wanted to tell you something: Billy, there is a part of me that is still mad at how we don't talk anymore, and I understand that you have a band and have your music to focus on. There is another part of me that misses seeing you every day. Did you know I still balance pretzels on my nose when I'm bored? I haven't changed, and I hope you haven't either. From, Emma Bourne
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The Flock of Tygers
Short StoryBillius (Billie) Tennyson Wilson-Heart and Emily (Emma) Lorelei Bourne are the best of friends, growing up together in the same neighborhood. At the age of 12, Billie becomes famous for singing, leaving Emily to face middle school alone. Billie soon...
