Poprocks and coke

𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙬𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙮-𝙩𝙬𝙤

"Who's gonna throw it in?" Billie asked us all as he took his seat back down in front of the fire with the rest of us.

"Well... its your guys contract," Mike shrugged, not really interested himself in who burns it.

I looked over at Billie and nodded in agreement. "Hes right,"

"So... do you wanna throw it in or should I?" He questioned, looking down at the piece of paper in his hands.

Well... it was Billie who created the contract at the very start of all this. But it was because of me we was able to burn it. It was Billie who came up with the fake relationship Idea. But it was me who lied in the first place about him being my boyfriend. "Well, I don't mind,"

"Here," He said extending his hand out over to my seat that was beside him, the sheet of paper stretching over to me. I took it slowly from his hands and read over it once more. For the last time.

It had a list of all the things we had agreed to do as a fake relationship. But with our feelings out there and out of the way. There was simply no need for this anymore. What ever happened would happen, but this fake relationship was officially-

I let go of the paper after hovering it over the fire, watching as it quickly lit. Only ashes renaming as the fire began to devour the paper.

-Over.

"We should have brought food," I heard Tre mention as I watched the flames spark.

"Like what Tre," Mike asked.

"I don't know... like marshmallows or something- y'know? To toast,"

"You should've said earlier," I mentioned to Tre. "I have some all the way back at home,"

"You do?" Tre asked me quickly, sitting up from slouching in his chair as he looked over at me.

"Yeah..."

"Then get them!"

"Tre they're at home!"

"Then go get them!"

"I'm not walking home in the dark for-"

"-Get Billie to drive you!"

I sighed looking over at Billie, who shrugged with an unbothered smile curving on his lips.

"Fine." I mumbled pushing myself out the chair as I heard Tre celebrating and Mike chuckling. I looked down at Billie who was still in his seat. "Come on Beej,"

He let out a breath, the air outside tonight was cold. We were all wrapped up in layers of jackets and coats for warmth, sat beside the heat of the fire that was barely doing anything for us temperature wise. Billies exhale was visible in the air for a second. I gave him a hand pulling him up as we walked up his back garden and into the warmth of his house.

"Its so nice and warm in you house. Can't we just stay inside and pretend we went to get the marshmallows?" I asked Billie pausing in front of the front door, not wanting to go back out into the cold and sit in his freezing car.

"And have Tre kill us? No,"

"But Billie!" I whined childishly as he unlocked the front door.

Opening it, my face stiffened from the sudden switch of temperatures as I grunted in acceptance and walking out the door.

~

"Stupid fucking door," I cussed continuing to kick the bottom of it in frustration of it not opening and Billie and I being left in the cold outside my house.

"Birdie- chill out,"

"I hate this door! Its so old and gross and dodgy- the locks sticky and the handle rattles, the letter box-" I grabbed the flap of the letter box harshly pulling it up and down as it began to squeak terribly, begging for oil. "-squeaks and-"