(A/N: This isnt even really a Billy story anymore, but I'm keeping this as it is. Also its me, I'm bitches ^^)
It had been around two months since Stu came over to your home around two in the morning and if you were being honest, that was probably one of the best things that has ever happened to you.
You had slowly began to develop feelings for the boy, therefore getting over your hopeless little crush on Billy. Speaking of, you still hadn't heard from him since that incident all those months back. You ended up blocking him on all social media so you had no idea what he was up to. Stu never mentioned a word about him, for your sake.
Today it was around four in the afternoon and Stu would be over around five to hang out so after you got yourself ready, you began to pick up the house.
Little toy cars and barbie dolls were on the floor from when you babysat earlier that day, along with some snacks you had given the kids. You had thrown away the most likely slobbered on snacks and threw the toys into the container they belonged in.
As you were picking up some crayons they had out earlier, you heard the doorbell ring. Your eyebrows scrunched up in confusion. Stu is here almost an hour early. "Hang on!" You called out as you finished putting the crayons back in the box. You picked up the box along with the coloring books and sat them on a table before walking over to the door and pulling it open.
Once the door was open, you expected to be met with the lovable boy who you now called your bestfriend, who helped repair your heart, but instead, you were met with the boy who shattered it into pieces.
His brown hair was into its usual messy appearance and his brown eyes were more dull than you remember them to be. There were dark circles under his eyes that told you that he hasn't slept much. The usual smile that was on his lips wasn't there today, but instead a frown. His usual playful expression was a serious one.
You eyed him with your lips slightly parted from whenever you gasped. Your eyes took in every little detail. You could feel it happening again. History repeating itself. You couldn't even bring yourself to speak. You stayed dead silent.
"Can we talk, Y/n?" He asked you. By his expression, you could tell that he was silently pleading with you.
Your brain told you to slam the door in his perfect face right then and there, but you couldn't bring yourself to do so. Instead on listening to your brain, you listened to your heart, which was telling you to let him inside and hear what he had to say.
You nodded and stepped towards the right and gestured for him to walk inside. So he did. He walked straight into your living room that he had been inside of so many times. He sat down on the couch and you sat right next to him, but still left a decent amount of space in between the two of you.
"Y/n... I don't even know where to begin." He spoke as he shook his head. Here it goes. "I'm so sorry." There it is.
"Don't even start with that Billy. You've said that before and obviously never meant it." You shook your own head and looked away from him. You weren't lying. He had told you that he was sorry for everything multiple times and then he turned around and did the same things afterwards.
"No, Y/n... I am more sorry than you will ever truly know. I put you through so much pain, and for what? To feel good about myself? To feel powerful and in control?" He began. "You are so perfect and any guy would be extremely lucky to have someone like you and me... I had you. But I lost you to my own stupid decisions." His voice almost broke. Your eyes widened. He actually meant it this time.
