So it is a week before Billies birthday, and I was feeling uneasy. Everything is planned out and ready to go on the 18th, I even checked up with people about gifts.

I want everything to go right that day, but Billie has been so worried about those articles lately that

she doesn't even seem like herself. Coming over late and just falling asleep on my bed, out at party's, or in the rare chance that she's with me, she doesn't even mention them.

I know she won't be 100% ready when she announces everything on her birthday, but all she worries about is the negative side to what will happen. When I know there will be so much positive.

I just hope that if anything negative happens she'll already be over it, and will continue to be the bad bitch she is.

Billie is brave for even thinking about putting herself out there. Even though I did the same, but I don't want this to be on me. Because Billie deserves so much happiness and joy in her life that she forgets how to feel sad.

And I hope she feels the same way.

"Knock knock I came to steal you!" Rich sings as he opens my bedroom door.

"You know, actually knocking on the door would help next time," I don't even look at Rich as I'm busy with thinking, staring off into space.

Rich's eyes, almost hiding under his blue strands of hair, give me a cold stare from across the room.

"You could at least look at me when speaking, y/n." Rich says with a hint of sass in his tone.

"Can't, to busy," I explain, still not sparing him one glance. The tall male sighs loudly as I continued to be silent.

Rich then walks over to me, scooting my legs over for him to sit on the bed, while I remain still and quiet.

"What's wrong my love?" Rich said as he placed a single finger on my nose.

I roll my eyes, then turn my head. Making his finger fall off of my nose and poke ever so slightly onto my neck.

"It's nothing Rich." Trying to lie doesn't work with Richard as he grabs my jaw and forces my eyes to look into his.

"It's Billie, isn't it?" He detects my change in face as he let that question out. Something clicked in his head that he was right, I could feel it.

I sigh. Lying to Rich is the hardest thing to do. So what's the point?

I finally give in and tell him. All of what I was thinking, maybe leaving out a few things about Billies behavior. He's like a therapist, that's free of course.

"Obviously Billie is gonna worry about the negative. Because it's not what she wants to hear."

Rich explains to me. "But I'm sure, and everyone else is sure, that she is gonna get so much love. Even satan himself knows that!" Him and I share a laugh for a moment. "But all you gotta do right know is keep her as positive as you can."

"And get her excited about her special day, because I didn't get her that present for nothing."

Rich continued on and on about random shit to keep my mind busy and focused on things other than Bil. Which reminded me of all the times he used to do that that when I was in a really bad mindset when thinking about her.

We would sit on my bed and talk it all out. Or if it was really bad he would tell me about his day, or a guy he was talking to at the time, which would always end in him ranting about how he hates men.

I look up at my door. "Come in!" I yell. It swings open to reveal a flushed Eli.

Rich and I stare at him for a second, to see if he would move but he just stays. Eli's eyes staring right into mine.

Eli was really starting to freak me out, so I nudged Rich. Rich got up and went over to Eli. "Are you okay sweetie? You look pretty red." Rich puts his hand on Eli's shoulder. Eli looks down from the intense staring match he had with me.

He then pulled out what looked like an envelope from his pocket, throwing it on my desk. Before anyone could question him, he storms off.

I get up, walking towards the desk, I start to read the front of the envelope.

"Have fun getting your little girlfriend to explain this one, fag."