Sinning like a saint // BJA

[29] Please come

"You understand... don't you Tre?" I asked him, laid on my bedroom floor as Tre sat on my bed.

"Course I do- I would've let you throw a pencil at him,"

I laughed slightly. "I know you would've. I feel sorta evil for doing these things. He clearly just doesn't wanna talk to me. He's just completely gone ghost on me for ages now... maybe I should just take a hint and move on,"

"There's gotta be some reason behind it,"

"I just don't understand- he's even been dodging your guys band practice. He loves the band. I mean- it's his everything,"

"I mean he's not missing much- all we've been doing for a while is going over the same songs and-"

"-I know that but it still doesn't give him the right to be ignorant. I just." I breathed out loudly. Closing my eyes. "I miss him,"

We went quiet for a moment. I was sorta in a down mood from talking about Billie. And Tre wasn't his exciting hyperactive self today either. So we was mostly just being dull together.

The silence that me and Tre created in the room was interrupted by a phone ringing. I didn't open my eyes, "Is that mine or yours?" I asked Tre.

"Uhhh.... it's yours,"

"Anyone worth picking up?"

"Miles,"

"No then,"

"Phee just answer him, he's gonna keep spamming you with calls until you answer him,"

"God you sound like Mike,"

When Tre begins to sound like Mike. That's when you know that they're both actually probably right.

I held out my hand in the air as I felt the phone placed in my hand, opening my eyes I answered the call. Pressing the speaker option and resting it on my stomach.

"Phee?" I heard Miles ask.

"That is me,"

"Why haven't you been answering me? I've been spamming you for ages and-"

"-I've been ignoring you Miles,"

"What? Why?"

"I know what you did,"

"What did I do?"

"You never really thought Billie liked me, you just said it so you could get your ex back,"

"What! That's not true at all!" Miles said suddenly becoming defensive. "He does like you!"

"Miles we kissed on holiday and ever since he's been ignoring me,"

"You kissed!?"

"Yes and now he's acting like he doesn't know me. He didn't like me,"

"He seemed like he did..." Miles muttered.

"He did thinking about it," Tre spoke up agreeing.

"Who's that?" Miles asked confused.

"Tre,"

"Hi Tre,"

"Hi Miles,"

"Not to interrupt. But now I've technically just lost my best friend and I'm super depressed about it, so can I go please Miles?"

"No chance, you'll ignore me forever after this. Just listen to me. Billie does like you. It was so obvious to everyone else but the two of you,"

"Miles that's bullshit,"

"I don't think it is." Tre added. "He's right,"

"How is he?" I asked confused.

Tre sat up from his laying position on my bed. "It was so obvious. We all would stand in a room, you and Billie just pretending to be nothing more than friends while everyone else in the room could plainly see you both were only really there for each other,"

"But that doesn't mean anything,"

"God you are being depressing," Miles said through the line.

But I guess he was right.

Billie and I were always friends. We always have been ever since... well ever. We've always been friends. But yet we always spoke like lovers. Yet we couldn't see why everyone else thought we was.

"I know, it's not my fault. Life's cruel,"

~

"I've told you I'm not going." I sighed slumping further down into the sofa.

"It's just a party, don't be a downer," Mike sighed.

"I thought you liked parties?" Charlie asked sitting on the floor.

"I'm not going, what if-"

"-So help me if she dares says Billie," Mike grunted.

"...Billie's there..." I finished.

"Why can't we just forget about Beej and go?" Tre asked.

"Why can't we just not go?"

"Because party's are fun and I'm sick of you being depressing?" Mike told me.

"I'm not being depressing-"

"-Yes you are. Look, we go to this party. We get drunk, we get high, we have fun, we dodge Billie, we go home and we die the next morning from hangovers. It's a plan, it's simple and it's a plan," Tre smiled.

"Who's party even is it?" Charlie asked confused.

"Some kids in school," I shrugged cluelessly.

"It'll be super fun,"

"Please don't let me go alone with them Phee," Charlie quietly begged.

I laughed slightly. "Alright, fine! But I can't promise I won't be an absolute downer the whole time and depress everyone around me,"

"You won't, it'll be fun," Mike smiled, happy that I accepted the offer to party.

"High five!" Tre shouted over to Mike with his hand out in the air. Mike accepted his high five, as I laughed slightly.

The party they so desperately wanted me to go to was a couple of days away. Another one of those big high school all out house party's.

Normally I didn't mind going to party's. Because I would go with Billie. He always looked after me or sometimes the other way around. It would be fun, because I didn't have to exactly worry about everything else more than school.

There were a few people I did not at all want to run into at that party.

One being the quite obvious Billie joe. Then there was best friend stealer Ella. And then lastly there was Miles.

"We're not gonna be staying at the party... super late... are we?" Charlie asked, looking over at Tre.

Tre smiled lightly shaking his head. "Not if you don't want to,"

"Ehem! I want to?" Mike shouted.

"If I'm being dragged to a party I don't wanna leave eagerly? I plan on getting shit faced and passing out in the back of someone's car, not leaving early," I said looking over at Tre.

"Fine then, I'll drive me and Charlie there,"

"Alright, Phee you may pass out in the back of my car," Mike smiled.

"Why thank you Mike,"

"Just don't throw up on the seats again,"

"No promises,"

"I'll bring a bag,"

"A bag?"

"A bag,"