"You're just - Jane." In their entirety, the words themselves weren't hurtful; it was the meaning behind it. Isn't it always that way?

Jane's P.O.V.

I sat up in my bed, clutching the covers tightly in my hands. I was never one to be scared of the dark, but right now it felt so close. It was suffocating me. Maybe being all by myself wasn't such a good thing. I picked up my cell phone and dialed Billy's number; old habits die hard. I hesitated for a moment over the call button then quickly snapped my phone shut. I needed to stop bothering him with all my petty problems, he deserved better than that, and he HAS something better than that. Billy has Zoe and that's all that - *ring* I look down at my caller ID. It's Billy. Instinct kicks in and the call is answered. I shiver and slowly set the phone against my ear.

"Janey?" His voice, it made could really make a girl melt. And his eyes, even though we were on the phone I know how his eyes look when he says my name. They're warm, and-no! I fiercely shook these thoughts out of my head. I would always be just Jane to him. Nothing special. Just some annoying "best friend" who always had him bail her out of tough spots. With this recognition my eyes filled with tears and my throat closed up.

"Janey? Are you there?" I snap back to reality, choking out a "Yeah" as a single tear slips down my cheek.

"What's wrong? Something seems-off."

"Nothing's wrong," I whisper. Nothing's wrong with being Just Jane? Right?

"I don't believe you Janey, I'll be there in ten."

"Billy you don't-"*click* The line was dead. I stared down at my phone. I try to think back at when Billy started playing my rescuer, my knight in shining armor. I had always thought it was my fault, and it I guess it was because I had let him. But even now he still plays hero, even when I try to stop him. It's not fair. He's into Zoe, he shouldn't make me think he cares about me in more than a best friend type way…I don't even feel that way about him, do I? A short knock on my window distracts me from my thoughts and I can't help but giggle as I slid off the bed and open the window for Billy to climb in.

"Ever think about using the door, Nutter?" I ask as he climbs into bed with me.

"I didn't want to wake up Ben or your mom," he murmured sheepishly.

"Yeahh you don't have to worry about that anymore," I whisper.

"Whatdya mean Janey?" His head turns towards me, and even though it's dark I can still tell he's wearing that cute facial expression he gets when sleepy and confused. I tell him the whole story and wait for him to respond. I nudge him, "You mad?" He sighs. "Two things Jane."

"Huh?"

"Two things are going to happen. One, I'm staying here every night—" I start to interrupt but he keeps going, "and two…PARTYYYYYYYYYY Friday night!"

"Billy I can't Ben would be so….angry. Wait, he won't ever know. Billy Nutter you are absolutely genius!" I exclaim and then promptly fall asleep, wondering why I can never stay mad at my best friend.