Chapter three! I should mention I don't own this cartoon, no matter how epic it is. Actually no. Don't let me own this show. I would ruin the awesome that it is. So, uh...enjoy? I don't know bros, I'm freaking brain dead over here!

*starts crying at remembering Zombie AU DTMG* DAMN YOU ALENIA! YOU MADE ME CRY!

Chapter Three

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Billy Joe Cobra was a pretty easy-going guy. He simply wasn't the type to get serious angry. But doing three separate concerts, one autograph session, and a photo shoot was enough to tire anyone out. Considering also that he hadn't even eaten since that morning he was starting to get just a bit pissy. All he wanted was some food...was that so hard to ask?

"Bros! I'm fine!" Billy sighed, trying to rub away his pounding headache. "I just need some brovisions," the star whined, watching as one of his bodyguards nodded before he and the others started pushing the screaming crowd out the door. Billy tiredly smirked as he watched the scene. At least the guys were good at crowd control.

Walking towards one of the back tables Billy scratched the back of his head, sunglasses slightly sliding down the bridge of his nose at the action. He loved being a star don't get him wrong...it was just hard dealing with all of the screaming fans sometimes. Especially his fangirls... He swore he had been deaf for a few days the first time one of them had screamed in his ear.

Shaking his head the star sat down, eyes widening as he saw the exhausted-looking waiter that was walking up to him. The man was just barely holding onto his pen and pad and looked as if he hadn't a decent night's sleep in as long as Billy, which was nearing somewhere around the weeks mark.

"Yo, I'm Spencer and I'll be your server for tonight," the man tiredly forced out, Billy grinning at just how adorable he looked. Like a tired kitten or something as equally adorable. "What can I get- Billy?!" Ah, now the man was awake. Resting his chin in his clasped hands, elbows on the table, Billy grinned what could only be called a shit-eating grin, looking at the man over the top of his glasses.

"So...your name is Spencer, huh?"

Spencer couldn't believe it. He hadn't seen the star since the time at the coffee shop, which was three days ago...not that he was counting...still though. He couldn't believe that the man actually ate at yet another place he worked. He wasn't all that great at math but he was sure the odds of that weren't all that high.

"So, what are you doing here, cutie?" It took a few seconds but when Spencer's shock finally wore off he huffed, rolling his eyes and crossing his arms. Billy just grinned at the gesture while noticing that even though the man looked annoyed there was an amused look to his eyes, that and he looked less tired than he had a few seconds ago.

"I work here. The real question is what are you doing here?" Spencer had only been working at the diner for a few weeks and he had never seen the man here before. He would have thought the man was stalking him if it wasn't for the fact that something like that took effort, which Spencer couldn't see Billy doing. At all.

Chuckling Billy pushed his sunglasses up to rest on the top of his head, showing off the blue streak in his hair. "This place serves my favorite food, just haven't managed to get here lately is all," he responded, shrugging with one shoulder lightly. Spencer nodded absentmindedly before the two stared at each other and burst into chuckles. Even after knowing almost nothing about each other the two had still met...almost like Fate was bringing them-

No. Spencer did not need that thought in his head. At all. Ever.

"Alright, so what kind of crazy order are you going to have this time," Spencer smirked, taking out his pen and pad and getting ready to make some weird notes. "If it's anything like your coffee order than it's definitely not going to be something I make often."

"Pft, Bro! My orders are all mega normal!" Billy frowned, a sparkle of amusement in his eyes as Spencer just rolled his. "Alright alright I'll just take my usual- Oh...since you haven't served me before I guess you don't know what that is, huh?" Billy's lips twitched into a grin and really...Spencer just had a bad feeling out this.

"My usual is a chicken salad sandwich-" Okay...that was pretty normal, "-with peanut butter along with a side of waffles with strawberry whip cream topped with chocolate sprinkles, oh! And gravy fries, too." Billy smiled innocently as he watched Spencer's pen hover over the pad as he finished speaking. Instead of writing he just put the pad up, rubbing his forehead with his free hand and groaning.

"Really don't think I need to write that down, since I'm unlikely to forget it. Ever." Billy chuckled at the look he was getting. It was somewhere between disappointment and being so fed up with him. They were looks he received from his manager all the time so he was used to them anyways. "Question. Peanut butter?"

"Oh yeah! Smooth, not chunky!" Billy grinned, thinking that Spencer was asking him what type he wanted with his meal. Spencer just gave him a look that Billy took to mean that wasn't the question he was asking. "What? That stuff is the gloop of the gods Brojangles!"

"Yeah yeah, I'm sure it is," Spencer sighed, walking towards the kitchen to make it. He heard Billy make some random remark about the snack but he just waved it off. Honestly...Spencer really shouldn't be surprised after hearing the man's coffee order. "Alright Rajeev...we've got a weird one this time."

"Really. What?" Rajeev asked, sounding interested. They didn't often get any orders that were too weird. "And what was all that screaming earlier? I mean...I know I'm popular...but the ladies don't all have to fight for a piece of the Jeev." Spencer snorted and rolled his eyes at the gloating man, going back to starting on the sandwich.

"We're making a chicken-salad sandwich," Spencer grinned, digging out the peanut butter and strawberry whip cream. He had always wondered why the diner had even stocked so much of the two and now he knew why, he supposed.

"Buddy, hate to tell you this but that doesn't sound so-"

"With peanut butter."

"Ugh," Rajeev shuddered, putting a hand over his mouth at the thought of someone eating that, let alone enjoying it. Spencer chuckled, grabbing the waffle batter and getting to work. Years of cooking for his family had finally payed off it seemed.

"Yeah. Also strawberry whipped cream waffles sprinkled with chocolate and a side order of gravy fries." Spencer wasn't disappointed at Rajeev's reaction. He was pretty sure his face would be going green too if he hadn't had to deal with his sister's meat shakes. Just...ugh.

"Who would order that?"

"Same as who was causing the screaming girls earlier," Spencer chuckled, frying the chicken quickly and efficiently as Rajeev took care of the other orders that were almost done. "None other than the famous Billy Joe Cobra." Spencer was really having a hard time seeing the world-renown rock star in the complete and utter dork that was sitting in the back and waiting for his food.

"B-Billy Joe C-C-Cobra? Really? Ha, well...hey, why don't you serve him Spence? You know, since Shanilla said you already met him and everything!" Spencer raised an eyebrow at the man's weird behavior before he was suddenly out the door, carrying the orders for the other customers.

"Okay...that was weird," Spencer muttered, shaking his head before going back to the order in front of him. Honestly...who ordered this stuff. Really? Gravy fries? That was just... That was so many shades of no he didn't even know where to begin.

Back in his seat Billy yawned, wondering if he would at least be able to get five hours of sleep that night. His manager had been running him ragged lately with all the publicity. He understood why he had to do it...didn't mean he had to like it, however. Leaning his head on his arms he closed his eyes. He supposed he must have dozed off for a few minutes since when he opened them again Spencer was setting his meal down in front of him.

And it looked perfect.

"That's it, Bro. Every time I order something I'm having you make it," Billy nodded to himself, digging into his sandwich and sighing with happiness. So few people knew how to make his food this perfectly. Beside him Spencer was shaking his head and chuckling. Billy just swallowed the bite and grinned at the laughter before looking for something to drink to wash down the sandwich with.

Remembering he didn't order anything he was surprised when he saw there was a cup in front of him that had a few streams of stream rising up from it. Taking a hesitant sip his eyes widened before he laughed and looked over at Spencer, who had a small grin on his face as he glanced around the diner to see if any more customers had come in.

"Broham you might be the first person to remember my orders without having to write them down," Billy grinned, Spencer just rolling his eyes as he turned back around.

"With how weird they are? I'm surprised anyone could forget them." The star chuckled, taking another sip of coffee before glancing around again, seeing that the place was pretty dead.

"Soo...place seems kinda slow tonight... Sit down and talk for awhile?" Billy asked, slight puppy pout to his face. Spencer stared at him for a few seconds before he let out a noise that resembled a snort.

"Not real subtle there, are you?" the man asked, Billy just chuckling and dramatically gesturing to the slide-in seat in front of him. Just as dramatically Spencer sighed and took a seat, shaking his head at Billy's triumphant smile as he started on his waffles. And wow...that man ate fast.

Launching into a random subject Spencer just rolled his eyes before commenting. Soon the two were talking about what ever happened to cross their minds. Billy learned that Spencer wanted to be a movie director, of scary movies it seemed, and Spencer learned that Billy didn't care so much about the fame of being a star as much that he just liked performing and playing music.

"Yeah, got discovered about two years ago or so," Billy grinned, eating his gravy fries with an occasional sip of his coffee. Spencer nodded before snagging one of the fries from the container, he had to admit...they weren't bad. Besides, Billy didn't seem to mind since the first time he had sneaked a fry the star had just grinned and pushed the container a bit more towards the middle of the table. "It was one of my first songs, Simple As."

"Oh yeah, I've heard that one," Spencer responded, munching on his fry while Billy looked as if he was trying to play cool. The man raised an eyebrow before Billy finally spoke.

"Aaand...what did you think Broseph?" Ah. So that's why he was trying to play it like he didn't care. Spencer, seeing a fun opportunity, munched on his fry as slowly as he could before swallowing. When Billy started looking like he was going to snap Spencer finally grinned.

"It was very you," the man smirked, Billy rolling his eyes and pretending to huff as he crossed his legs and took a sip of coffee. Spencer was still having a hard time wrapping his head around the fact that someone could be that much of a drama queen. "So, that was how you got discovered?"

"Yup, best day of my life," Billy grinned, wide smile utterly sincere and so sweet that Spencer couldn't help but answer with one of his own.

"Okay then, so here's a question..." Spencer trailed off, not quite sure if he should ask something that sounded so personal. Billy seemed to sense the man's reluctance since he just grinned and leaned forward, eager to hear what he had to say.

"What's up Broham?" Seeing the go ahead Spencer sighed before launching into his question. It wasn't like it was anything bad...

"How did your family react?" the man asked, slowly nibbling on a fry as he did so. It took a few moments to realize that the star had gone dead silent. Scrunching his eyebrows in confusion and looking up Spencer's eyes widened at the dark look in the man's eyes, and the slight tremor that was wracking his body.

"There's nothing to talk about when it comes to them," Billy muttered harshly, the younger of the two men flinching at the pure hate he could hear coming from the star's tone. Trying to play off his sudden shiver of fear, and maybe put some normality back into the conversation, Spencer shakily grinned.

"Did I press a nerve there?" Spencer asked, another shiver going through his body when Billy looked up at him with that look in his eyes. He knew the hatred and anger wasn't directed at him...but it still made him nervous and edgy.

Billy just angrily grabbed a fry before munching on it, pushing away the red in his vision. He hated that he always got so emotional when someone asked about his family, it was just instinct at this point though. Shaking his head Billy tried to push the images and emotions away. He didn't need Spencer, or anyone else for that matter, to see him like this...

"Don't worry about it Bro, it's all in the past," Billy tightly grinned, trying to put on an air of being fine. Looking up he was shocked to see that Spencer had a small tremor running through him, nothing anyone would notice unless they were looking closely.

"S-Sorry," Spencer muttered, eyes flitting up to look at the man before looking back down again. "I shouldn't have asked or anything. Not my place, you know?" Billy's eyes widened before he smiled softly at the man in front of him. Even after he had snapped and scared the man he was still apologizing to him.

Such a cutie.

"Hey, it's fine bro...it's all fine now..." Spencer looked up hesitantly before grinning, Billy grinning back as he leaned against one of his propped arms. Like the tense moment had never even happened the two went back to discussing whatever happened to cross their minds, although they stared clear of any topics regarding family members by unspoken pact.

"Want anything for desert?" Spencer asked, carefully picking up the empty plates and containers from Billy's, and partly his, meal. "Although honestly after what you just ate I'd be surprised if you had room for anything else." Looking over at the man Spencer flinched at the pure flirtatious smirk that he had on. He was in full on Billy Joe Cobra mode if Spencer had to guess.

"Sure...I'd like whatever you're having, cutie..." Billy purred, Spencer choking on a laugh before rolling his eyes, looking far more amused than Billy would have liked. He wold have liked for the man to have fallen for this charm...not chuckle and act...like a friend? Billy wasn't too sure...he didn't really have friends.

"Really Billy?"

"Come on Brojangles! You can't blame me for trying," Billy chuckled, shaking his thoughts off as Spencer just snorted and shook his head, looking happier than he had when Billy had first arrived at the diner. "You are very cute after all..."

"Gee, thanks," Spencer smirked, walking towards the kitchen to take the plates back, the diner almost empty at this point. Looking back Spencer's smirk widened as his eyes went half-lidded. "You still wouldn't have a chance though, Cobra." Billy's eyes widened as he watched the man walk away, eyes flickering up and down before landing on the man's backside. It was a shame he hadn't been able to get a good look at the coffee shop, he always was shit in the mornings, but...

Damn. That ass...

Seeing the man come back out of the kitchen Billy couldn't help but press his luck just a little bit further. He was sure Spencer would be cool about it even if he was turned down. "So...no chance at all?"

"Nope. None," Spencer grinned, Billy grinning back as the two chuckled. Glancing at the clock resting on the wall Spencer's eyes widened in shock. "Wow...that late already... Come on flirt master, it's time for me to close." Billy chuckled at the title before getting up and straightening his hoodie before humming in thought.

"Need any help?" Spencer turned around in shock, Billy shuffling only slightly and hiding his awkwardness well. The younger's eyes softened, maybe Billy wouldn't be such a bad friend after all... Even if he was self-centered it seemed he did genuinely care about people.

"Sure, shouldn't take too long if we work together."

"Alright Broseph, just tell me what to do." Spencer's mind flashed to a less than innocent place before he coughed awkwardly, trying to hide his light blush as he directed Billy on what to do. Really he blamed the star for being so damn cute. Yes. Blame Billy. That seemed to be quickly becoming his mantra.

After closing up, and Spencer shooing him out the door, Billy quietly waited by the entrance so he could say goodnight to the younger man. He could just leave...but just the thought of leaving without saying goodbye sat wrong with him.

"Please tell me you didn't see a bus pass by," Spencer begged, sounding like he had just run for five minutes straight, and looked it too since his clothes were hanging off of him. "Please, please, please."

"Sorry Bro, pretty sure I would be lying if I did," Billy scratched the back of his head, smiling apologetically. He guessed from the behavior that the bus had been Spencer's ride home. "Did you run?" Spencer sighed, adjusting his outfit and trying to straighten it.

"Yeah, trying to catch my bus but that obviously didn't work..." Billy's eyes widened as he took in the outfit. The man was wearing a pair of cuffed, light blue jeans, a bright red undershirt with a white button up over it, only half the buttons done up. On his feet were a pair of dark red converse that Billy couldn't help but like and topping it all off the man was wearing a pair of black suspenders.

"Bro...I have to tell you..." Spencer looked up at the serious tone, thinking something was wrong before he saw Billy's pure shit-eating grin had returned. "You really are a cutie." Instead of thanking the star for the compliment, like Billy thought he might, Spencer just huffed and turned his back on him. Although...he was pretty sure he saw a flash of red on the man's cheeks, and he counted that as a win.

"Yeah yeah..." Turning back around after a few moments Spencer sighed before looking at the bus stop and scratching the back of his head. "Damn it...now I'll have to wait an hour for the next bus..." Billy's eyes widened before he grinned as a thought hit him.

"Hey...how about I drive you home? That way you don't have to wait?" Spencer looked at the man hesitantly, one shoulder shrugging in thought.

"I don't know man..." He hardly knew the star, after all. If he really thought about it he had only known the man for a few hours total. Instead of looking putout Billy just grinned before giving Spencer what he could only describe as a devil-may-care grin. Oh he just knew that grin would mean future trouble.

"Come on Broham! The next bus isn't for an hour, it's late, and it's getting cold... Besides... I wouldn't feel right if I left you here by yourself." Even though Billy looked sincere Spencer couldn't help but scoff and roll his eyes, slight smile coming to his face.

"What am I? A blushing maiden?" Billy just laughed while looking at the man expectantly, as if he knew the younger would give in. Spencer wanted to hit him for being right. "Alright...fine..." Billy grinned before grabbing the man's wrist and tugging him around the corner of the diner, Spencer not even bothering to put up a fight.

Seeing the motorcycle in front of them, and Billy running up to it and patting it proudly, Spencer's eyes widened in surprise. "What? You don't use a car?"

"No way Bro!" Billy laughed, hopping on the bike and grabbing the two helmets that were strapped to the side and grinning up at the man. "I ride in style. Now hop on, I'll get you to your place in no time flat!" Spencer looked from the bike to Billy's innocent look and then back again. He then gave the man a rather flat look.

"I don't know man...doesn't seem that safe..." The star just snorted, rolling his eyes and leaning on the two helmets in his lap before looking back up at Spencer and sticking his tongue out.

"Party pooper!"

"Oh yeah, real mature toolbox," Spencer snorted, sighing as Billy held out the spare helmet. The younger eyed the helmet, as if taking it would sign over his very soul. "Fine." Grabbing the helmet Spencer carefully climbed on the bike, placing his feet where Billy directed him before snapping the helmet on and lightly wrapping his arms around the man, slightly uncomfortable.

Sighing Spencer tried to relax as Billy started up the bike, grinning as he put his helmet on. He may not have known a whole lot about Billy but he did trust the guy, for some reason. Spencer didn't tend to think too heavily on who to trust as a friend, he just knew who was good for him and who wasn't. And Billy seemed like a good friend.

Although trusting him with driving was the biggest mistake of his life.

Billy was the worst driver ever, and that was an understatement. The man was weaving through cars, running lights, and completely ignoring any and all traffic laws. Spencer was pretty sure his heart was going to give out after the third red light they ran. At least he thought it was the third...could have been more.

After mile two he had just buried his head into the back of Billy's hoodie, hiding his face, and had wrapped his arms so tight around the man he was surprised the elder could breathe, let alone laugh loudly and freely. Spencer probably would have pondered on the fact that riding his bike brought Billy so much joy if he wasn't so goddamn afraid right now.

When they finally slowed down to a stop Spencer looked up to see they were at the address Spencer had given Billy, both of the men still alive after the haphazard driving. Turning the bike off Spencer jumped up and ripped the helmet off, tossing it to the elder before going to lean against a nearby brick wall and clenching the spot where his heart was, breathing heavily. Billy tried not to laugh, really he did. He failed, but at least he tried.

"You live here?" Billy asked, once he had gotten his laughter under control, as he looked up at the tiny apartment. He knew New York could be expensive...but still...this place looked like a freaking matchbox. Over by the wall Spencer nodded, finally calming down. He supposed the ride could have been worse...although he really wasn't sure how it could have been at this point.

"Yeah man, not everyone lives in a mansion up on Beverly Heights," Spencer smirked, a snarky tone in his voice, before Billy chuckled, strapping the spare helmet onto one of the packs on his bike. "Hey..." Looking up at the man Billy smiled softly at seeing the light blush on Spencer's cheeks as he scratched the back of his head nervously, "Thanks for the ride."

"Don't mention it, Spence." Spencer started, looking over at Billy's grinning face. That was the first time Billy had called him by his name, even if it was shortened. Spencer watched him start the bike back up before the elder looked over, Spencer hearing the smirk in the man's voice.

"See you tomorrow, cutie."

Blushing Spencer watched as the man drove off, running a stop sign as he did, before he rolled his eyes. Honestly... Billy Joe Cobra... That man was a menace of a flirt. Although... Spencer supposed there was a sweet side hidden under that massive ego...

So, that's that. The wheels are beginning to turn and these two are getting ready to be in for more surprised than they could ever begin to imagine...