AN: Readers! I thank you soo much for all your responses! I can't tell you how much I appreciate all your words of advice. SO, majority rules and in this case I will be waiting for the next episode and spoilers before I advance the story's plot. However, as an apology for making you wait, I've written a reflection piece for Billy. Enjoy! Xo-OppasAnjell

Billy's P.O.V.

I pulled my car (AN: so I've never figured out if the Beast was Jane's or Billy's, but I'm pretty sure it's Billy's so we'll go with that for this story haha) into the driveway, head reeling. What just happened? I mean, one minute I was carrying the most beautiful girl in my arms and feeding her chicken noodle soup. The next minute she's screaming at me to get out, something about Zoe….Zoe. What exactly were my feelings towards her? She was my girlfriend, sure. But something was missing. I shrug it off, we've been fighting, and that's probably it. Still was in shock I missed Janey's birthday…how could I be that cruel? I unlock the apartment door and trudge towards my room, ignoring Tommy's imploring stare. "Is Jane okay?" he asked me.

I turn around, arms spread, "and what makes you so sure I was with Jane, Tommy?"

He smirks, "for one, you left the house in a panicked state, which spells Jane all over." I have to smile at that. "Secondly, it's that look you have."

"What look?"

At this Tommy cracks up, irritating me. "You know that serious look you get. It's all caring and mushy, like the fate of the person you care most about is resting in your hands." He steers me to my room and hits my shoulder. "It's too bad you chickened out, you know. The longer you and Jane deny your feelings, the more people will get hurt, including the people hiding their secret." He smirks at me again before shutting my door. I flop down on my bed, flabbergasted. Did Tommy just, give me advice? I close my eyes and sigh, letting memories come flooding back.

Third Grade:

I was sitting underneath my favourite tree, eating lunch. It had been hotter than forecasted and my all black attire wasn't helping much. I was happily eating my cucumber and ham sandwich that my mom had made me when three older boys came up to me. "Hey!" one of them shouted at me. I gave them my signature peace sign; I was too busy enjoying my lunch to reply. "You Tommy's brother?" another one of them asked. At this I tensed up, it was never a good sign when people asked me if I was Tommy's brother. I hesitantly nodded, instantly getting held up against my tree by my jacket by the third boy of the group. "You tell Tommy he owes us the money by tomorrow, or else!" he snarled in my face as the boys behind him made the motion of slitting their throats. I just stare down at my sandwich I had dropped. Who knew that would be the last cucumber and ham sandwich I would ever eat. He dropped me down and wound up his arm to punch me when I heard my name being called by an Angel. "Billy Nutter? Billy Nutter? You're needed at the principal's office!" Okay, so maybe it wasn't an Angel, but it was close. The voice belonged to Jane Quimby, the most beautiful girl at the school (even if Lulu tried to say it was herself that was most pretty). The boys ran off, Jane Quimby had a perfect reputation and they knew she would say something if she saw them beating me up. "Billy?" she asked me as she came closer. "I didn't do anything! I swear!" I practically yelled at her. "It's okay Billy, I believe you." She smiles at me and grabs my hand. "Come on, the principal says it's," she scrunches her nose and tries to remember the word, "important!" she says triumphantly. I wordlessly follow her to the office, wondering how someone can be so bright and cheery. I must have looked fearful because she squeezed my hand and told me she would wait for me in the hall. I nod a thank you and gulp before entering the office. "I swear I didn't do it!" I half-shout, half-whisper to the principal before noticing that Tommy (in this story Tommy is four years older and in sixth grade) is also in the office, crying. "Why is he crying?" I ask, pointing to Tommy. "I'm not crying," Tommy says, roughly wiping his eyes with his sleeves. "Billy, sit down." I sit. "I'm very sorry to inform you, but your mother has died." A little while later I walk out of the office, stunned. "Wh-what's wrong Billy?" Jane frowns, seeing that something is wrong. I can't talk so Jane leads me by the hand down to my tree. We sit down next to each other. I look at her, "my mommy died,"I whisper. Jane stares into my eyes and I see understanding. "My daddy died last year," Jane explains, "you know Billy, it's okay to cry. I won't tell." "Pinky Promise?" I ask. "Pink Promise," she says as she locks pinkies with me. She hugs me and I cry into her shoulder. After I finish crying my heart out, I sit back up and look at her sheepishly, afraid she's going to laugh at me. Instead she just smiles and hands me a cookie. "Feel better?" She asks. "A little," I sniff. "Thanks Janey." She smiles and we eat cookies until the bell rings. As we went back to class, I stared at her and wondered how a girl I barely knew could make me feel like I've known her forever.

Fourth Grade:

Ever since the day my mom died, Janey and I were inseparable. I basically lived at her house, and she came over sometimes when her mom was at work and Ben was at baseball practice. I was sleeping over on Friday like usual when we entered her house, laughing about something stupid Lulu had done that day. Jane stopped short when she got into the house. I looked at her, "What's wrong?" "No, no, no, no," was all I heard from Jane as she ran around from room to room, searching for something that wasn't there. Finally I took her by the shoulders and stopped her from racing around even more. "Janey," I ask, staring into her eyes, "what's wrong." She waves a hand to gesture around the house. "All my mom's stuff, she finally-finally," at this she burst into tears, clutching my jacket and sobbing into my chest. I stroke her curly brown hair, telling her everything will be okay. Ben comes into the house from the backyard, his eyes red. "Ben, what happened?" I ask. "Jane's, our, mom…she finally made through with her decision to leave us." I frown and pull Janey closer, determined to protect her from all this bad stuff happening. "What's going to happen to us Ben?" Jane mumbles from my shirt. Ben gets on the ground with us and joins in on the hug. "Well kid, I'm going to take care of you." I stare at him, "but Ben, what about your baseball?" He shakes his head, "It can wait. I've already found a steady job so you and Jane can stay together. As a legal guardian I have to make the best decisions possible for my little sister." He gives me a sad smile, and in that moment, he was the bravest man in the world to me. Later that night, after Ben tucked us in, Jane turned towards me. Even though it was dark, I knew her beautiful brown eyes were filled with sadness. "Billy?" she whispers. "Yeah, Janey?" She lays her head on my shoulder, "did I do something wrong? Is that why my mom left? I mean, sometimes I don't do my chores, maybe she got mad?" I pull her close, "Janey, you are perfect, and no person in their right mind would ever leave you. I think your mom is just confused about life and had to leave. It had nothing to do with you. And one day, she's going to wake up and realize how stupid she was for walking away from the most amazing person in the whole entire world." She snuggles closer to me, "you really mean that Billy." I nod, "Absolutely." She leans up and kisses my cheek, then lays back down on my chest. "I love you Billy," she whispers as she falls asleep. "I love you too, Janey."

Eighth Grade:

Janey and I were still 'as thick as thieves' according to everyone around us. And it was a good thing. Neither of us were exactly popular and Lulu really had it out for Jane. I think she was just jealous because Jane was beautiful, and smart, and amazing. We were heading towards my apartment because Ben had a job interview. Jane's babbling about her stupid crush on Nick and for some reason it's really annoying me. "JANE!" I scream at her, her eyes wide at the way I say her real name. "Just shut up about Nick already. God you sound so freaking stupid and lovesick!" I feel bad as soon as it comes out of my mouth. "Sorry Janey," I mumble, but she stays quiet the rest of the walk home. I unlock the door, beer bottles lying everywhere. This is bad. "Tommy?" I shout. He stumbles out of his room and grins at me. "Where's dad?" I ask, afraid of the answer. Tommy sneers at me. "The old man? He skipped town, not coming back. Cops are after him. Guess I'm your legal guardian," he says before passing out. Jane and I manage to drag him onto the couch and go into my room. We sit on my bed and I lay my head in her lap. "I'm sorry Janey, for yelling at you." She hushes me and pats my head, "It's okay to cry, Billy, just let it all out." I do, and end up falling asleep in Janey's lap, thinking about how this was just like third grade.

I woke up, smiling fondly at the memories sleep had brought me. Then it hit me like an onslaught, all the looks Janey gave me when I was with other girls, the way her eyes looked hurt, her fear of getting replaced, the sadness in her voice after I told her my whole 'it's you' speech meant nothing. I groaned and hold my head in my hands. Was Tommy right? Did she really have feelings for me? Did I have feelings for her? Did I screw up all chances of redemption? "I'm so sorry Janey, I'm so, so sorry."