I got home from work finally. It was currently 11 pm and I had to work extra hours. I walked into my apartment I shared with my bestfriend of 13 years. Her car wasn't parked outside so I knew she wasn't home. I sighed it's quiet when I'm coming home and I'm on my own. I decided to call Billie. No answer. "Damn it." I said. I debated if I should call Finneas but I didn't want to worry him. I walked into my room and changed my clothes. I decided to try and call her again and no answer. I went to into the living and decided to watch a movie.
After 15 minutes I tried calling her again and she picked up. I sighed of relief. I heard loud music in the background. "Bil where are you?" I asked "at a party!" She screamed. She was drunk. "I met this really hot girl! She's like perfect for me!" She said. My smile dropped and tears formed in my eyes. I always had a crush on her but I didn't have the balls to tell her. "That great! Well call me when the party's over! Okay?" I said trying to sound happy as the tears rushed down my face. "Okay bye love you!" She said before hangin up. Call me friend, but keep me closer. One voice in my head said. I like a friendship and I wouldn't want to ruin it I like it like this. The other said. I could lie say I like it like that. The other said. I sighed and went to my room and cried myself to sleep
