I need more reviews. That's not many. Come on, you people can do better than that! I know it. So, here's more of Billy S.

Billy S.

I don't need to read Billy Shakespeare,
Meet Juliet or Mavolio,
Feel for once what it's like to rebel now,
I wanna break out, let's go!

(Now it's time for action.)

Sam opened up her big window in the dark bedroom. The starry night lifted the darkness, making Sam's eyes glisten with curiosity. Oh how much she loved them, they were just so beautiful.

Stars were one of the many things she treasured dearly. Of course Sam couldn't forget the moon, the beautiful asteroid that made the entire night sky shine with brightness, some of the few times were people could feel like they where close to magic.

Maybe that's why people wanted love so badly? It was one of the closest things they had too magic, something everyone wanted.

She had been home for a while. The dryness of her tears sticky to her face. It seemed like Danny was so heartless at times. No, she knew he had a heart. A caring, forgiving, loving heart that everyone had, but it seemed he didn't always have that heart for her. She gave a heavy, sad sigh.

What was she doing? She never acted like this before. Sam was supposed to be tough, not a cry baby like she had been acting like lately. If there was one thing she despised showing, it was when she cried. Sam had a reputation for being a Goth, someone who could stick up for herself, and others, and to not care about what people thought.

Things were definitely changing, weather she liked them or not. More tears trickled down her face, making her wipe at them. The cool air made her shiver. She stood up and decided it was one of those very few times she needed a bath.

Slowly, she stripped down, dropping the clothes to the floor. Sam opened the door to the bathroom and lighted the little amount of candles she had in the room, the yummy smell of its Vanilla aroma lifting the air.

She breathed in a deep breath, the smell filling her nose. Sam turned on the tub, water rushing down, pounding hard as it hit the bottom. She twisted up the knob, letting the hot steamy water fill into the soon to become paradise. Sam grabbed some of her favorite bath bubbles. No one knew she had them, that's for sure but she still used them, since they're relaxing.

10 minutes later passed by, and her Evanescence c.d. enveloped her room, matching her dark attire.

Sam poked her toe into the water, and jumped back as she realized it was too hot. She ignored the feeling, sinking into the hot water which over whelmed her in return. Flicking at the little bubbles that seemed to be stuck on top of the water, she hummed the tune of Call me when you're Sober out loud. It made her feel so joyful, the gothic, yet jazzy touch to it filling her ears.

She was definitely changing things tomorrow. More than they already were. Sam was doing it, no matter how much she despised the idea. She was going to get Danny, even if it meant giving up her individuality and gothic ways. She was willing to do anything for the man she loved.

With Danny

He rubbed his fingers through his long thick black raven hair. Danny was so confused! He tried to check on Sam earlier that evening, but he chickened out, afraid she might throw a fit, and end there friend ship.

Danny soon heard a knock on his door, and heard a "Danny, you okay?" It was Jazz, doing her daily checks on him. She was home from college, staying for one week. "Yes, Jazz! I'm FINE!" Jazz opened the door a creek, and poked her head inside the room.

"No you're not. Usually, when you come home, and yes I still remember this Danny, you will set you're things down on the ground and then walk up stairs and leave you're door open. When you're mad at Sam, you walk strait up to your bedroom, and slam the door before anyone can say anything." Danny averted his gave to his back pack stashed on the ground near his dirty clothes. He grabbed his head, and growled.

Danny fell backwards on his bed, eyes shut, annoyed. "Fine. You caught me. I am mad. No, I'm not mad." Danny said, sitting back up, facing the full body of Jazz. "I'm confused." Yes, Danny confessed. He needed help, and he knew it.

"You know, you can tell me anything Danny." Jazz said, sitting down on the side of the bed, resting a hand on his shoulder. "I know. I can't talk to Tucker. He's mad at me- and a blabber mouth anyways. I can't talk to Sam, because she's the cause of it. I really need more friends." Danny huffed.

Jazz laughed at that one. Her brother always seemed to be making her laugh, even when he wasn't trying to. "Danny, that's not it. It's probably just the stage you guys are at. You're becoming adults! Nothing's more stress full than knowing your kid days are coming to an end."

Jazz stood up, walking across the room, eyeing the place carefully.

Most of the things on his desk were pictures of Danny, Tucker, and Sam. Jazz were in a few, her standing beside her brother. She felt someone breathing on her neck, and realized Danny had joined her adventure on the look of the old days.

"I miss them too." Danny said. Jazz gave him a small smile. "Come on Danny. You need to lighten up. Sure Sam is you're best friend, but she's not mad at you." Danny looked to the ground. "Or is she?" She asked.

"I don't know. At lunch she walked off like 10 minutes after it started. She said she wasn't hungry." He said, plopping back down on the bed. "What happened after that?" Jazz asked, already having an idea to where this was coming to.

"Tucker started yelling at me, shouting and saying Sam loved me. That's impossible. I mean, were best friends! Nothing more, I mean come on, love? Sam doesn't do love." Danny said. Jazz looked at him. How much more clueless could her little brother be?

"What do you think Danny?" She asked. "Great, now you're being like Tucker!" Danny grabbed his pillow, and threw it in Jazz's direction. She ran out of the room, just before it got her.

"HA! You missed me!" She exclaimed out the door. "I just want you to think about it Danny. Okay? Thinking makes everything better." With that last sentence, Danny heard foot steps going down the stairs.

Again, he fell backwards on the bed. Hair flew in his eyes, and he blew them out. Why do things always have to be so complicated in life?

I know, sort of a boring chapter. It's going to get better, I promise. It was just the build up to the bet. Please, please review. Pretty please with a cherry on top?