The kiss was short, chaste, sweet. But I still swear I saw fireworks. I felt them too. It was the second best moment in my life. Only because the second kiss was twice as passionate, and three times better than the first. My lips still feel like they're on fire. It was amazing to say the least. I feel kinda guilty for not trusting that he'd come. As bad as I've always taken him for, he's really got a good heart underneath. And it makes me feel so special that he's willing to show that side of him to me. I've definitely fallen hard for him. I feel like I have to bite my tongue every time I see him so I don't ramble on and on about how handsome he is and how much I love him. And yes dear readers, I do believe I love him. A lot.

~T.S

Billy's heart almost leapt out of his chest as he read the final lines of Trixie's latest blog post. Seeing everything from her point of view, seeing how crazy she was about him, drove him wild. If she was in his arms right now, he'd have no problem showing her that. But Trixie didn't know that he knew about her blog, and it needed to stay that way. She'd probably hit him with a Tazerling or something if she found out he spent his free time reading her deepest darkest secrets.

Shorty made a noise from the couch. She and Glasses were still upset with him. They just needed to get over it.

"So lemme guess," She sneered, deciding to poke the bear, "You didn't get a job today and spent all your time with Trixie."

"I am offended you would think so lowly of me." Billy scoffed, taking the bait. "I will have you know I did get a job. An awful one, but it will pay."

"Oh and does the ever so wonderful Trixie Sting still want to date this civil Billy?" Glasses chimed in.

"I'm surprised she's even stayed with you this long." Shorty continued.

Billy shot up from his bed, immediately grabbing his blaster.

"You wanna repeat that?" He growled.

"Oh sure, I'll elaborate on it too," She cackled. "She's out of your league. She's some big famous hero hanging out with a Shane. You'll always just be a dirty punk kid. It's a miracle she was ever interested in you in the first place. I don't know why any girl would want to put up with you for more than an hour. But even worse, now because of her, you're a flake. Boon could be a better leader than you could." She spat the words at him, standing up and reaching for her own blaster.

"You don't think I'm a good leader huh? Need I remind you who saved your butt on multiple occasions? Need I remind you who got us this far? Who got us over half our jobs in the past? You were with me then! Why is it a big deal now?" He slammed a slug into his blaster, taking aim. "I am the leader of this gang for a reason! It has always been that way and will continue to be that way! If you've got a problem with that, or if you've got a problem with who I chose to date, I suggest you find someone else to protect you from the Cast Offs!"

Shorty palled. Slowly she put the blaster down, then she sat back on the couch, staring ahead blankly at the wall of the dirty cave they called their hideout.

"That's what I thought." Billy spat, returning to his bed.

Glasses looked at Shorty for a long while before speaking. "You gunna be okay?"

"Yeah." Shorty responded quickly, snapping back into her own self. "I just don't agree with Billy's decisions."

"You're not… jealous, are you?"

"You know better than that." She winked.