By: OrchidPrincess

Chapter Two: Greta, Billy and Alabama

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Bridget walked hand in hand with Billy out of the airport. She didn't know what to do. Her mind was trying very hard to sort out her feelings for Billy. Did she still like him after all these years? Speechless, Bridget followed Billy into his car and looked out the window.

"Bee? Are you all right? You seem pretty quiet." Billy asked. Bee simply looked at him. Billy was a really handsome guy. He had eyes that were so mysterious and big, with a very lean body and he had gorgeous hair.

Suddenly, it struck her. She knew that she loved Billy and all she ever needed to be happy was him. Smiling, and taking his hands in hers, she said "I'm alright. You know the question you asked me before, I haven't answered it yet."

Billy replied, "I was wondering if you forgot about it or you just avoided it"

"Anyways, the answer is yes, I really do love you. It's just that I needed a little time and thought to get my feelings sorted out." Bridget said. Eric had broken up with her because he felt that one day a year of seeing each other wasn't enough. Even though Eric didn't admit it, Bridget was pretty sure that there was another reason to this break up. The reason why she thought this way was because she thinks he loves one of his star girl players. After her break up with Eric, she hadn't gone out with a guy in 3 years. Eric had broken her heart before, and he broke her heart again. It took her 10 months to slowly get over Eric.

Slowly, but ever so passionately, Billy leaned in to kiss her. She felt fireworks erupting from her head to her toe and happiness filled through out her body for the first time in 3 years. After the quick, but meaningful peck on the lips, Billy looked down at his feet, unsure of what she would say. Laughing, Bridget leaned over, put in Billy's car keys.

Billy laughed at this. He had forgotten that being with Bridget was never awkward and she would directly tell him if she thought something was wrong. Smiling like if everything was alright in the world, he drove to Greta's house where Bridget was supposed to be staying.

Ten minutes had passed by and they were still on the road because there was heavy traffic. Bridget looked out the window impatiently, due to the fact that she wanted to see Greta really, really badly. She tapped her fingers on the dashboard, fiddled with the seatbelt, shifted her feel impatiently and constantly looked out the window. She hoped Billy didn't find her actions strange.

After another five minutes, Bridget decided that the only way she could pass time was to talk with Billy. Before she opened her mouth to say something, Billy asked her adruptly, "Bee, when we met at the airport, you said something about a boyfriend 3 years ago. Who was he and why did you break up?"

Taking a deep breath, Bridget started telling Billy about her story about Eric and her from the first summer. She told Billy about how Eric had broken her heart on the first summer, how he and she had started all over on the third summer and broken up one year later. She told Billy about her suspicions that he had broken up with her because he loved one of his star girl players. Lastly, she told Billy about how she hadn't gone out with a guy in 3 years and how it took her 10 months to get over Eric.

It felt weird to be saying Eric's name out loud, Bridget mused. She hadn't said it for so long... it was like his name was taboo to her word vocabulary or something. Nonetheless, Bridget felt relieved and refreshed.

After finishing hearing Bridget's story, Billy just looked at her. After 2 minutes of silence, Billy spoke up. "Bee? I am so sorry. Eric is a rotten guy who doesn't deserve your love. If I ever get to meet him, he's dead." Billy had said this with so much anger; it touched Bridget that he cared so much for her.

Finally, they arrived at Greta's house. Bridget quickly threw her car door open and sprinted so fast to Greta's door, she practically slammed into it. Ringing the doorbell, she waited impatiently for Greta to open the door. When the door swung open, Bridget expected to see Greta's sweet and loving face welcoming her inside. But instead of Greta's sweet body by the door, there was a man. He had sandy hair with blue eyes. His tall muscular body was standing near the doorframe. Bridget, without taking much of a glance at this man, she simply pushed the man over with as much force as she could muster and ran inside the house calling Greta's name.

"Greta!" Bridget screamed! "I'm home!"

"Darling! My oh my, you grew so much!" Greta replied happily as she went over to hug Bridget. "Oh, Bridget, guess who came to my house! Eric! He claimed he was looking for you! He's such a nice man, sweetheart!"

Bridget's heart went down a hundred miles. "Eric?" she croaked.

Turning around, she looked behind her. Eric was just walking toward her.

"Bee! How are you?" asked Eric. His expression seemed hopeful, like he wanted to make up and return as a couple again. Eric hugged her.

Bridget, speechless, pushed him away. "Eric! Go away!" She managed to say quietly. She ran out the door and ran to Billy, who was unloading her stuff. Bridget felt tears streaming down her face.

Billy, surprised to see her running and crying out of the house simply done the only thing he could think off. He hugged her. "Baby, what's wrong?" Billy asked with a worried expression.

Bridget whispered in his ear "Eric, he's here Billy." Billy suddenly stopped hugging Bridget. Bridget stopped crying at this sudden reaction and looked at him questionably.

"Where is he Bee?" Billy asked, his face expressionless.

Bridget replied confused, "Inside the house."

Stepping away from Bridget, Billy said "Come with me Bee". Bridget obediently followed, confused.

Once Billy and Bridget were in the house, they found Greta and Eric sitting on the kitchen table sipping tea. Apparently, Greta, knowing Bridget well, had told Eric to stay inside.