Longest chapter yet...and I am so tired...think I will curl up in bed and sleep now. Good night and enjoy the chapter!

Chapter Four

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Spencer rolled his eyes, somewhat amused, as he placed Billy's usual cup of coffee down on the counter. The star himself was currently sitting at the bar, awaiting his order. He was also passed out dead asleep on his folded up arms. "Dude...I know you're not a morning person and all but this is just getting ridiculous..."

Sighing Spencer tapped his knuckles on Billy's head, somewhat hard, before the man suddenly darted up, Spencer wincing at the bloodshot eyes and dark bags. The man looked like he had just crawled out of the depths of hell, and that was putting it nicely. "Dude. Wake up." At the responsive grumbling Spencer just quirked an eyebrow, wondering if Billy had really just cussed him out in what he guessed to be Latin.

He would probably be offended if he wasn't so amused at the fact that the man actually knew Latin. Or at least how to swear in the dead language.

Shaking his head Spencer wordlessly pushed the cup closer to Billy, who had to carefully hold it with both hands before he finally took a sip. The younger swore he almost cracked trying not to laugh at the pure sigh of happiness and bliss that left the man's mouth.

"Thanks cutie," Billy grinned up at the man, who was now rolling his eyes and going back to making a scone for the star to munch on. Spencer was positive that the man didn't eat as much as he should. "You are a gift from the gods." At the comment the younger couldn't stop his snort of amusement, Billy just grinning wider.

"Since I'm a gift of the gods then I have the right to ask why you're so grumpy," Spencer grinned, pushing the scone towards the man, who quickly grabbed it before taking a few quick bites, happy smile on his face. "At least...more than usual. You've been coming here for a few days now and I have yet to hear you cuss me out in Latin."

Chuckling Billy took another sip of his heavenly coffee, thanking every god he knew that he had found the perfect place in which to get his morning fix. Giving the man awaiting his answer a half-smile Billy simple shrugged. "I just haven't been getting much sleep is all Broseph. Nothing to worry about!"

"What? Why haven't you?" Spencer asked, not expecting the answer. He thought he would have received some lame excuse about Billy partying too much but no...it was just...not much sleep. "I mean...you seem the type to sleep in till noon everyday. Or later."

"I usually am," Billy chuckled, a slightly worn look to his expression, "But you know us rockstars. We never sleep! Always a party going on somewhere!"

"You're still human," Spencer pointed out, leaning against the back counter with a small smile on his face, "You still need sleep just like us regular mortals." Billy looked at the man blankly for a few seconds, worn out expression becoming noticeable before disappearing, Spencer would have thought he had imagined the scene if not for the star's muttered words.

"Really...cause it doesn't feel like I'm all that human anymore..."

Before Spencer could even being to ask about that comment Billy just grinned up at him with the smile he had come to realize was the one he used when in public. The Billy Joe Cobra smile that showed he had no fears or worries. "Now I have a question. Where on earth did you learn to make coffee this brodacious?"

"The bro puns just don't stop with you..." Spencer shook his head, Billy laughing before tugging the reluctant teen into a discussion on just how he made coffee so goddamn perfect. It's not like he would stop coming here even if did learn how to make his order. Spencer's was just too perfect for anyone else to even attempt, even for someone as amazing as him.

Besides. His personal coffee maker was just so cute.

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A few feet before exiting out the door of the small coffee shop Billy stopped, a sudden thought entering his head. It wasn't a bad thought...he just didn't think Spencer would agree, no matter how much he used his puppy pout.

"Hey...Spence...I was wondering..." Spencer looked over at the now quiet rockstar, quickly growing worried at the fact the man was nervously shuffling his feet. That and he had just used Spencer's name, even if it was a shortened version. "If maybe...when you're off work...you would want to go out sometime?"

As soon as the words were out Billy winced at his choice of wording. That...hadn't been his intention. Looking up and seeing the flat look on the man's face the star raised his hands in a passive gesture. "Whoa whoa, not like that...just, hanging out...like bros..." At Spencer's raised eyebrow Billy decided it was safe to continue. At least he thought it was. "I don't really have anything planned tomorrow and I could use a break from my manager and the others...care to join me, cutie?"

The two quietly stared at each, Billy awkwardly rubbing his hand on his jeans while Spencer just tapped his foot in thought. Before the star could try to play it off as him just joking he watched Shanilla quietly tiptoe over to the man. The woman bent over and quietly whispered something into the man's ear, and really, Billy was dying to know what she had said. Spencer's reaction was just too good.

"SHANIL!" The few customers that were there looked over at the two in amusement before going back to whatever they had been doing, Billy just watching with his casual, shit-eating grin. Spencer was blushing at least five different shades of red before he nervously ran a hand through his hair. "Y-Yeah...I'd love to." And really, was Billy not supposed to grin in a goofy manner at the younger's sweet smile?

"Great! I'll be sure to pick you up tomorrow after your shift! Seeya Broski!" The two baristas watched the star walk out, pushing his sunglasses down and heading to where he had parked his bike. Spencer would have been lying if he said he hadn't prayed that the bike would mysteriously break and Billy would be forced to call for a car. The man's driving skills had to be from hell itself.

"So..." Shanilla dragged out, Spencer glancing at the look she was giving him before rolling his eyes.

"Shut up," the man muttered, quickly turning his back on the woman before cleaning up the mess Billy had left. He swore that man could make a mess out of just about anything. Even if it was only a cup of coffee and a scone.

"Hey, it's a judgment-free zone here," Shanilla grinned, Spencer doing a full-body twitch before looking over his shoulder at the woman, complete hopelessness in his expression.

"Shanilla...really..." the man whined, voice going rather high for someone in his vocal range. Instead of looking apologetic the woman just laughed, wondering how tomorrow would turn out for the two.

She had a good feeling about them.

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"He's late...and why am I not surprised," Spencer mumbled, deciding not to think on the fact that he kept glancing down at his watch every few seconds. He didn't usually get so nervous when he went to hang out with friends. Then again, those friends weren't usually Billy Joe Cobra.

Hearing a loud roaring sound Spencer's head darted up and over towards the motorcycle that was pulling up before coming to an abrupt stop, the man taking a step back automatically. He really didn't want to think how much it would hurt getting hit by that death trap of a vehicle.

"Yo, Brodinski!" Billy grinned, leaning on his bike as he kept it running. "Sorry for being late! Kinda got intercepted by my manager..." the man mumbled, looking sour at the memories. "I had to climb out of a window just to escape." Spencer chuckled while walking up to the man, feeling rather sure that the bike wasn't going to suddenly attack him.

"You climbed out of a window? Really?" Spencer half-asked, Billy just grinning up at him. "Even for you that seems a little on the extreme side."

"What can I say babe, the Cobra lives on the edge...so...coming?" Staring at the held-out helmet Spencer finally sighed before taking it and strapping it on, just knowing he was going to regret getting on the death trap. Again.

Billy grinned as he watched the man wearily climb onto the bike, this time not even hesitating before wrapping his arms around the older and clinging. Billy would have to remember this so he could tease the man later, it was just too adorable. Making sure Spencer's feet were in the right places Billy quickly drove off, just spotting a waving Shanilla out of the corner of his eyes.

He would have to ask later why the woman had been smiling so widely.

"Okay Bro you can let go now," Billy chuckled, turning the bike off as he put the kickstand down. The two had finally arrived at their destination after a twenty-minute ride. The place was typically forty minutes away but Billy had gotten them there in record time. It probably explained though while Spencer was still clinging to his hoodie and slightly shaking.

"Y-Yeah...r-r-right..." Spencer muttered, finally releasing the man's clothing before shakily standing up and walking over to a nearby brick wall. Billy watched, with some amusement, as Spencer leaned against the wall before slowly sinking down, helmet resting beside him after he had jerked it off.

"Ah come on Brohan! My driving isn't that-"

"Yes it is," Spencer growled, cutting the man off before he could continue. And no. Really? That growl should not be giving Billy those kinds of thoughts. Spencer was his bro! Not some random fan or groupie. "Just...where are we even?"

"Take a look," Billy grinned, gesturing grandly to the gates a few feet away from them. Spencer stared at it for a few seconds before grinning giddily, looking like a kid at Christmas, and really, Billy just couldn't help but smile at the expression on the man's face. "Right. I'll go get the tickets and you stay here and recover from my amazingly awesome driving skills."

"What? No, I'll get my own ticket." Billy looked at Spencer's completely serious expression for a few seconds before tilting his head in confusion. The man was kidding...right?

"Bro...it's fine, I'll get them." The man was still confused and Spencer could hear it in is voice. The younger's eyes widened at the fact that this really was a first for Billy. He was used to buying stuff for people and had probably never had someone offer to buy him something.

"Nope. I'm getting my own," Spencer grinned, handing back the helmet he had worn and walking towards the ticket booth. The star watched him for a few moments before shaking his head, large grin on his face as he set the helmets down and ran after the man, who was currently trying to tame his rather unruly helmet hair.

"Really Broseph. It's no problem. I can pay for them both and my bank account probably wouldn't even change," the man explained, Spencer just halfheartedly waving him off while rolling his eyes.

"Dude, no. I'm paying for my own ticket, stop offering," the man bemusedly argued, Billy just sighing dramatically and placing the back of his hand to his forehead. Spencer stared at him for a few seconds, wondering just how the man managed to function in public without getting arrested.

Actually...there were those magazine articles...

"Fine. If you wish to insult me by denying my offer of kindness then go ahead!" The two quietly stared at each other for a few seconds before bursting into laughter, having to stop and lean on each other to keep themselves from falling over. They were pretty sure a few people had looked at them oddly, no one quite realizing that the laughing nut in the middle of an amusement park parking lot was in fact the famous Billy Joe Cobra.

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The two had been running around the theme park for the past hour, generally acting like a couple of teenagers during the summer. They had finally stopped in front of a certain attraction, Billy wondering how it had come to this. Out of all the places here in the park...they had to stop in front of this one.

Glancing over and seeing his friend practically vibrating with the pure need to go in Billy sighed. He knew there was no backing down now...besides, he didn't think he would be able to stand seeing a disappointed Spencer staring at him for the rest of the day.

Fucking haunted houses.

"If you want to go in we can, you know," Billy half-smiled, trying to push his uneasy feelings away. At seeing Spencer's expression of pure joy the man smiled slightly wider. He was sure putting up with a bunch of lame horror things would be worth it just to see that smile.

Twenty minutes later Billy realized it wasn't worth it. Why the hell the young man's dream was wanting to be a director of HORROR films he would never understand. Cheesy horror films? He could handle that. He even enjoyed it. Straight-on horror filled with blood, guts, and gore.

Fuck no.

"You know...you could have just told me you were afraid of haunted houses..." Spencer muttered, kneeling down beside Billy and balancing on the balls of his feet. The older man was currently curled up against one of the few trees in the park that was off the path, therefore giving them a bit of privacy.

"Pff, I'm not afraid Broseph," Billy half-grinned, letting out a nervous chuckle. Spencer just raised an eyebrow before Billy looked back toward the ground, hands over his head and legs pulled up to his chest. "I just don't do too well with straight-on horror..."

Watching the man for a few more moments Spencer finally stood up, determined look on his face, "Wait here." The star looked up to see that Spencer was already walking away, head swiveling around before he disappeared around a corner and out of the man's sight.

Letting out a small sigh Billy did his best to calm his nerves. He had finally managed to get a day off and a rather awesome bro to hang with and here he was ruining it by being afraid of some stupid haunted house. Oh he would hate to have any of his fans see him right now...the great Billy Joe Cobra curled up in the grass like some nine-year-old...

"Thought this might help." Billy's head jerked up in shock, eyes widening at seeing that Spencer was standing back in front of him, two cones of ice cream in his hand. The man was already licking his, small smile on his face as he knelt down and held the other one out. "Best thing to calm the nerves."

"...Thanks," Billy grinned, taking the offered treat and taking a tentative lick before smiling widely. He had no clue how the man had done it but he had somehow managed to get him his favorite flavor. Mint peanut butter cup with colored jimmie jams. Brolicious!

"So if you like cheesy horror then how do you feel about zombie movies?" Billy laughed before standing up, the two quickly launching into a debate about the zombie apocalypse. At one point they ended up talking about ghosts, although they weren't really sure how they had gotten on that subject...

The two hadn't even managed to finish their ice cream cones before they were running from the park guards, trying not to trip, fall, and get caught. Okay...so maybe throwing his leftover ice cream on one of the booth operators hadn't been Billy's best idea...but to be fair the guy had been rude and had even made a little kid cry. And hey...

At least Spencer had laughed.

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"I still don't get why you want to pay for your share," Billy mumbled one day, the two walking down the street and snacking on a pair of vender pretzels they had purchased from the mall they had just been at. The two had just finished their shopping day, which didn't actually involve buying anything. It was more about Billy dragging the younger man around and commenting on people's clothing.

The really good outfits got a sighed photo of the star slipped into their bags when they weren't looking. Spencer was actually really surprised by just how well the man could blend in when he wanted to. Even as a world-famous rockstar he was still able to go out in public without getting mobbed by his fans. And Spencer had to admit...

That was impressive as hell.

"Really...you're bringing up that argument again?" Spencer half-asked, amused as Billy just sulkily bit into his pretzel, looking at the man expectantly for an answer. "I told you, that's what friends do, they share the cost of things..." Spencer muttered, half-shrugging and looking uncomfortable. He wasn't the best when it came to explaining his choices and feelings.

"Yeah...but in case you haven't noticed Brohan, I'm pretty rich. Money really isn't that much of a problem when it comes to paying for stuff," Billy smirked, Spencer just rolling his eyes and trying to fight off his own smile.

"It's the principle you toolkit...besides...I'm happy just hanging out with you," Spencer smiled, glancing at the star with only a bit of nervousness. "I don't need you buying me ridiculously expensive things or even paying for the stuff I buy..." A slight one-shouldered shrug. "I just like spending time hanging out with you."

Spencer flinched at the sudden intense stare he was getting, thinking he may have gone overboard near the end with all his sappiness. He was therefore surprised when he suddenly had a grinning Billy Joe Cobra wrapped around his neck in a hug that he was positive could have only been accomplished by an octopus.

"Brooo! You are such a cutie!" Billy laughed, burrowing his face into Spencer's neck, the man's situation finally hitting him before he blushed and tried to escape, being careful to keep hold of his pretzel. He would probably end up dropping it in yet another one of their many fights, all of which were ridiculous, but he could at least keep hold of his snack for as long as he was able.

"B-B-Billy! Get off me you tool!" Spencer squirmed, Billy just grinning up at the man before tightening his grip. Feeling his breathing start to get harder the man shot a glare toward the elder, who just laughed at the look. "I'm serious, dude! Knock it off!"

Instead of getting an answer Spencer stumbled, trying to keep his balance after being released so suddenly. He didn't have long to get his breathing back to normal before the man had was reaching down and grabbing his wrist. Spencer didn't even try to put up a protest before the man was dragging him off to their next destination, wide grin on his face.

The younger had given up fighting for most of his personal space soon after he had met the man.

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"Hey...you once asked me about my parents..." Spencer looked over at his friend in surprise. Where had that come from? The two were currently sitting on a rather uncomfortable bench in the middle of one of the more quieter parks. They had just finished running around half the town and had decided to take a short break, Billy showing him the park they were currently at.

"Yeah...I did..." the man muttered nervously, wondering where the star was going with the conversation. He hadn't asked about Billy's parents since that night at the diner, and that had been over a week ago.

"Do...do you still wanna know?" Spencer quirked an eyebrow at the question, trying to understand Billy's expression. It was one he hadn't seen on the usually grinning man...it was more...serious. The two watched each other quietly for a few seconds before the younger titled his head in a considering manner. He then let out a small smile.

"Only if you want me to."

Billy smiled at the response before leaning back and looking up at the sky, wondering where he should even begin...it wasn't like he had ever told this story to anyone... "Alright...suppose the beginning is the best place to start..." Spencer remained quiet, knowing Billy didn't need his questions right now, he just needed to get his side of the story off his chest. "Back...back before I got discovered I was just a rude, obnoxious brat like everyone else..."

Glancing at the younger's rather flat expression Billy rolled his eyes, a slight, twitching smirk coming to his lips. "Alright so maybe I'm still rude and obnoxious...it wasn't as bad though back then... You're probably gonna laugh at this but I was actually pretty pathetic!" At the chuckle the man let out Spencer winced. That hadn't been a happy sound... "I had trouble standing up for myself and never seemed to be able to say no to...to my parents...

"They weren't...they weren't bad...they just didn't understand me or my dreams to be a singer," the man muttered, scratching one arm nervously. Spencer noticed the nervous tic but decided not to mention it for the time being. "Actually...no one believed in my dreams," Billy heartlessly chuckled. "Where I grew up it was all about grow up, get a job, get married, get a house, have a kid, and that was it... But...

"I didn't want that life."

Spencer couldn't stop his own smile as he noticed the one on Billy's face, and the slight sparkle in his eyes, "I mean, singing and performing in front of people...it was so amazing! To know that you were the one who was causing that applause and cheering...best feeling in the world, Broseph!" The two were quiet for a few seconds before the light from the older's eyes slightly dimmed. "But...they didn't see it that way...

"They were always telling me to grow up and start finding real, boring work...not waste my time on a stupid phase that would never last and a dream that would never come true-" Billy cut himself off as he tiredly ran a hand through his hair. He didn't do well when it came to describing his childhood.

It always hurt too much.

"You know...you don't have to talk about this," Spencer finally spoke up, Billy glancing over before giving the man a small smile. At least he had chosen one of the best bros he could ever have.

"Yeah...but you should know." At the confused look on the man's face Billy smiled, "You're...you're probably my first real friend that I've had in a long time...so at least you should know..." No. Billy didn't have to worry about Spencer going behind his back or taking his stories to the newspapers. He knew the man would stay by him. "Besides, there's not much left," the man grinned, not much happiness to the expression.

"It basically ended with me picking a fight around the time I was fifteen or so. Long story short I got kicked out of my house, drove to New York, and got discovered that way...haven't talked to them since then, actually..." Seeing the younger's expression Billy rolled his eyes. "Come on Brodinski it's not that sad a story... I just learned sooner than most that sometimes I could only believe in myself."

"Sometimes?"

"Yeah...sometimes," Billy murmured, smiling over at the man contently before rubbing his face tiredly and slightly leaning forward. "I could only believe in myself because no one else would... Let's just say I'm really good at spotting cases of brotrayal at this point..." Billy glanced over at the small sound Spencer had made. It sounded closer to a whine of pain than anything else.

"And that's why you don't let anyone get close to you..." Spencer muttered quietly, Billy going back to staring at the ground. Ever since he had met the older man Spencer had noticed that he never seemed to really trust people, or even give a real smile. It was always a fake, publicity smile...he had known the man for a little over a week now and he had only seen the man smile, really smile, once or twice. "Why you don't let anyone see the real you...

"You're afraid."

The star just smiled sadly, not even bothering to look up. "I just don't want to get broken again...I've had enough of that for a lifetime... I mean, I just...it's hard...because I know all these great people but I never really trust them...because... I don't want to trust someone only...only for them..."

Billy trailed off, not sure why he suddenly felt hot, before Spencer's hands were on his cheeks and gently turning his head towards him. Seeing the sympathetic and gentle smile on the boy's face, and the slightly shiny eyes, Billy felt his heart slightly clench. At least he had chosen one of his friends right.

"Hey...hey, relax, okay?" Spencer mumbled gently, Billy's eyes widening when he realized he was actually crying and the younger was doing his best to comfort him. "It's all in the past, right? Besides...look where you're at now! You're one of the most famous stars of our generation...I think you turned out pretty awesome, even with that douche of a family."

Spencer absentmindedly started wiping the man's tears away, not noticing the rather intense stare he was getting. He was therefore somewhat surprised when he suddenly had a crying popstar curled around him, head snuggling into his neck and hands clenching his shirt in a death grip.

Instead of pushing the man away like he would have done before Spencer just sighed before putting one arm around the man, using the other to gently run a hand through the elder's hair. The motion seemed to slightly relax him, even if it was only a little.

Spencer silently looked down at the man, half-contemplative. He was starting to realize that he no longer knew exactly where the lines of 'just bro's ended and where the lines of something more began... He just knew that he didn't want to cross that line. Ever. Billy was just too great of a friend for him to lose...besides...he couldn't see a relationship with a rockstar really working out too well for him... It would only end in heartbreak, for both of them... Spencer could handle it, he was used to being broken up with by others...Billy though...

It was the thought of hurting Billy that Spencer couldn't stand...

After a few more minutes of the two curled up together the younger was quickly grasping for balance at the fact that Billy had suddenly rocketed to his feet. Before Spencer could even ask what the man was doing the older had his hand wrapped around his wrist and was dragging him off.

"B-Billy! Where are we going?" Spencer had by now accepted his fate of being dragged around by Billy everywhere but that didn't mean he had to like it.

"First, we are going to get ice cream. Then, we are going shopping," Billy explained, tugging the man along and looking as if he hadn't just broken down in the middle of a public park. "I need to go blow some money on something cool, Brohan."

"Ridiculously stupid, you mean," Spencer mumbled quietly, rolling his eyes. He wasn't surprised that Billy had heard him and started yet another one of their stupid arguments. This one on Billy's definition of the word cool. "Dude I've seen your mansion! Your taste is weird!"

"My taste is pure style!" Billy yelled back, large smile on his face as the two started laughing, still arguing over Billy's taste in shopping. Even though they were fighting Spencer could only think mission accomplished. After all...getting Billy to show his true smile was one of the hardest things he could have ever imagined...

That and he always loved that he could always bring it out.

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Billy Joe Cobra, world famous star, was currently in his dressing room, slumped over his table and absently staring at a collection of pictures. All of the pictures had Spencer Wright, budding filmmaker, in them one way or another. Most of them had Billy dragging the younger in towards the camera for a shot of the two of them while others were just him photo bombing the man when he wasn't looking.

He couldn't help it! The man was just so adorable! It was hardly Billy's fault that he wanted proof on camera, just so he could rub it in the younger's face when he said he wasn't. He could probably even get Shanilla to agree with him, the little sister seemed the type to help him gang up on Spencer.

Glancing at a picture that he had taken at the mall his thoughts turned back to that day at the park. He was actually rather embarrassed at how he had actually ended up crying and almost breaking down...Spencer though...instead of judging him the man had just reassured and comforted him...

He was pretty sure that was the day his feelings had changed.

While before he had just been content with the occasional bro hug or fist bump now he just couldn't seem to stop from touching the man, whether it was grabbing him by the wrist, throwing an arm around his shoulders, or just quietly toying with the edges of his shirt.

He didn't have any sexual thoughts in mind when he did something like that...he just enjoyed the fact that Spencer seemed to be the only one who was able to keep him grounded. He was like the solid earth to Billy's whirlwind attitude, something to keep him anchored to the ground and make him slow down every now and then.

Billy's head darted up at the knock on his dressing room door, the man sighing and smiling softly before shuffling the photos under his usual hoodie and standing up. Lightly stretching as he walked towards the door he grabbed his guitar on the way out.

It was showtime.

After a short walk towards the stage Billy suddenly stopped in his tracks, the people around him looking worried and asking what was wrong. He assumed it was because of the absolute 'oh shit' expression he currently had on his face. To be fair this situation warranted it though... Really...out of all possibilities...

How the hell had he fallen in love with his best friend?! He hadn't even realized till just now that what was between them had been going on for a long time... Here he was...in love with his best friend...who he was positive had no romantic feelings for him and who he was meeting tomorrow.

Shit.

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Billy was half-asleep as he watched Spencer calmly make his coffee order, content smile on his face as he went through the motions he had by now memorized. The older man sighed, burying his head in his arms and wondering how he could have fallen in love with his best bro. It...it wasn't a bad thing... Really he couldn't have chosen someone better to fall in love with..it was just...

He really didn't want to know what would happen if he said something about his feelings and the man didn't feel the same way. Billy didn't think he could stand losing the only friend he could ever remember having.

And the only person he could remember loving.

Spencer quietly set down Billy's coffee and scone before looking down at the snoozing man and rolling his eyes. Honestly... Knocking on the man's head none too softly Billy grumbled before looking up, dark bags under his eyes. "Really? Again?" Billy just huffed before going to take a sip of his coffee, slight smile on his face as he did. He was sure Spencer was secretly a god of coffee.

"You know...you really need to learn to party a little less and sleep a little more," Spencer muttered, leaning back against the back counter as was now habit for him. Shaking off his thoughts Billy chuckled before smirking and looking up at the man.

"One, thank your for the coffee, cutie-" a roll of the eyes from the younger man, "-and two, the BJC doesn't need sleep as long as there's a party." At the scoff Billy grinned, the two quickly getting into an argument about the star's sleeping habits of all things.

As the two bantered back and forth no one in the shop seemed to notice the slightly shiny eyes of one of the most famous men in the country, who had somehow managed to become a regular at the tiny coffee shop. Billy was grateful for that, though. He didn't need Spencer asking him if something was wrong. He was fine with this. With how things were.

He was fine with being just bros.

Burns, doesn't it?