For ChainGangShorty54,

"Whats a pretty girl like you doing in a place like this, huh?" Billie groaned, this was the third time that night she would have to tell some sleazebag: 'This isn't a dive bar, and I will fucking destroy you.'

"Look pal, this- Joe?" She smiled as Joe took a seat next to her. "Evening, sweetheart." He smiled, dragging his beer over to the new coaster. "Seriously. What are you doing in the hotel bar, you'll get date raped down here." She laughed and he smiled at her. "I uh. I needed to get out of there." She said, gesturing to the large, dark room that was rented in her name. She was lonely, beyond belief.

He smiled and nodded, Joe knew the feeling. "I get that." She couldn't help but melt at that adorable little smile of his, with his dimples n' all. "So, you and Mya aren't getting on too well then?" "Why do you say that?" Billie asked, wide eyed and curious. "Well, all she did was hug you and you ran out crying. That's not to say I wouldn't have done the same thing if she had hugged me like that." Joe faked a shudder and she laughed.

Well known fact. Chris's friend did not, I repeat, did not like Mya. She was loud, obnoxious, snobby, and controlling. "Nah, it's-" Joe held up his beer free hand and smiled again. "Hey, forget it, let's not talk about that shit eh?" "You always were a sweet talker." He laughed and she couldn't help but laugh along, even though she had made no joke. He really was a sweet guy.

"Hey, idea. Let's go to dinner." Joe said, leaning over slightly. Billie looked down at her attire. Her track pants and wife beater and her messy up-do. "Uh, Wendy's?" Joe laughed a little more and stood, "Are you sure you want fast food, I'm paying, I swear." He said, giving her a little salute. She laughed, getting up and linking an arm through his, "Yeah, I'm sure Joey..."

"Where the hell have you been!?" Billie was startled the second she stepped into her room. There Alex stood, with this look on his face like he would enziguri a baby. "Wow dad, where'd ya get the Shelley mask?" She laughed, throwing herself down onto the couch. Her friendly dinner had ended just 10 minuets prior and she walked herself to her room, after Joe had picked up another girl on the way back. It didn't bother her, she didn't want anything to do with him, not like that. They were friends, she was happy he picked up a chick, she was kinda the wingman.

Alex didn't move. He just stood there with his arms crossed, staring down at her. She sat up again, a little bit worried. "Alex, what's-" "Where were you? I came back here and you were gone, no note, no nothing." Billie quirked an eyebrow at him. "I didn't know I had to leave a note to someone who was on a date, and who isn't even staying in this hotel room."

"Where. Were. You." Alex sat down on the coffee table, so he was looking straight into her eyes. "I went to get a couple of drinks, and then Joe and I-" "I fucking knew it! Chris said you two looked pretty fucking cosy but I didn't think anything of it!" Alex yelled, getting up.

Billie stood up, looking his right in his face. "I think you're over reacting a little bit, Patrick." "I think you're being a bit of a slut, Bianca." He snapped. The second he said it he knew it was uncalled for, but he couldn't take it back. She could smell the alcohol on him, and could see in his muddy hazel eyes he wasn't in the best state of mind.

"You know what, why don't you go stay with your little blondie, Patrick." "Why don't you go stay with Joe. Maybe Chris, I saw you talking to Eric a little while ago, you fuck him too?" He screamed, before storming out of the room. Billie fell back onto the couch and sighed. She was completely in shock, no idea what to do with herself.

She rested her head in her hands as wet tears began to creep their way down her face. "What the fuck just happened?"