So on tumblr I was told that I use the phrase 'the man' quite a bit. I do this because of the ages I can't use 'teen' so it makes it harder to tell which one is being referred to. Apologies in advance if it gets annoying but it's the best I can do for now. I'll probably go back later and revise a little...let me know if you have any ideas on different pronouns I can use besides 'the man' cause dear lord that is even starting to annoy me...

Trust me. It kills me a little every time I type it. XD

Enjoy! I would mention I don't own DTMG or the franchise...but I'd figure it'd be obvious. I mean...I write fanfiction for these two goofs...if I worked on the show or something I would put a lot more ectofeature in it. Like an accidental kiss because come on, that would be perfect!

Chapter Five

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Spencer sighed as he finished closing up the diner, he and Rajeev having been stuck with the night shift again. His thoughts though weren't so much on his job lately as they were on Billy, which just made him even more annoyed. He had better things to think about than his bro, who just happened to be one of the biggest jerks ever...a dorky jerk, but still.

The reason his thoughts had been centered on the older man recently was mainly due to the fact that since that discussion at the park, which had been almost a week ago, Billy had been...off... It wasn't anything too noticeable, at least not to others, but to Spencer he couldn't help but take notice of the man's strange moods.

Lately, when the two hung out, Billy was either annoyingly happy or unbearably sad. When he was happy the star couldn't seem to stop clinging to Spencer, which he had found annoying at first but had finally learned to accept. Billy was a very hands-on person and there was no changing that.

When the man was sad however... Spencer shuddered at just remembering the look in the elder's eyes. Like he had absolutely no hope left. When he asked about it the man just waved him off and steered the conversation into another direction, flinching when Spencer tried to touch him to get his attention.

To say the budding filmmaker was confused would have been an understatement.

"You sure you don't need a lift home, buddy?" Spencer finished locking the door before turning around to face Rajeev, who was about to leave with Shanilla in their shared car.

"Yeah don't worry about it, I had something else planned for tonight," Spencer half-grinned, scratching the back of his head. Shanilla seemed to know the man was hiding something since she merely raised an eyebrow before giving the man the look. The one that Spencer took to mean that he was getting an inquisition tomorrow at the coffee shop.

"Well...if you're sure..." the woman hesitated, sharing a look with her brother, who merely shrugged. He didn't have a clue as to where the man was going either.

"Yeah. See you guys tomorrow!" Spencer called, rounding the corner as he walked away, deciding to ignore the rather heavy looks he was getting. He guessed he could understand it though...even if he ever did have plans they were always with the two siblings. "If Shanil finds out where I'm going I'm doomed..." the man muttered, looking up at his destination after a five minute walk.

The concert hall in front of him wasn't as big as some of the others in town but it was still a popular one. It was also the one that was currently featuring famous singing sensation Billy Joe Cobra.

Really Spencer wasn't sure how he had ended up buying a ticket to one of the man's shows. He blamed his damned curiosity if anything. He had been curious to see if the man was as good as he seemed to think he was so he had bought a ticket for a night that he would be able to make it.

Of course he had made sure Billy was clueless as to what he had done. He didn't even want to imagine the trouble Billy would get him into if he found out that the man was actually attending one of his concerts.

After about ten minutes of dealing with the crowds and the ticket venders he finally managed to get into the concert hall, surprised at how packed it was. If every show was like this it was no wonder the man was exhausted all of the time.

Carefully working his way through the crowds Spencer was careful to stay to the edges of the hall where he wouldn't get trampled by the crowd and where he was out of sight. From both the crowd and Billy. If it was up to him he'd rather not have the star know he had gone to one of his concerts.

He'd never live it down.

Watching the show as he edged closer he frowned as he noticed just how rundown the man on stage looked. The crowd probably couldn't tell but Spencer had been spending so much time with the man it wasn't hard to see that he was worn out. The concerts he did seemed to happen so often lately it was no wonder the man was half-dead when he entered the coffee shop too. He had actually thought the man had stopped breathing one morning, leaving him to have a general panic attack until the older had let out a rather loud snore.

Of course he had teased the man the rest of the morning.

Actually...now that Spencer thought about it... Billy had been coming into the coffee shop every morning for the past two weeks, ever since the morning they had first met. Even if the man was only able to stay for a few minutes he still visited... Spencer didn't care what the man said he wasn't the only one who could make his coffee order.

Going back to watching the star the man grinned. Even with the distance between them he could tell the older man, while weary, was having a blast, rocking to his music and even getting the crowd into it. Even if he was exhausted he seemed to live off of the love and adoration of his fans, which was probably the only reason he was still alive at this point.

The man was still a self-centered little shit, though. There was no denying that.

For the next hour Spencer lost himself in the music, cheering and clapping along with the rest of the crowd. Billy certainly had stage presence, he supposed...he would have to, to have gotten where he was now. Spencer hadn't just been trying to make him feel better when he had told the man he was one of the greatest stars of their generation.

As the concert came to a close, the cheering deafening, Spencer let out a small grin, watching the star took a few theatrical bows. "Guess there's something good under all that massive ego..." the man chuckled, pushing himself off against the wall he had been leaning against for the better part of the hour.

Heading towards the exit, and getting waylaid by the crowd, Spencer glanced up only to catch Billy's eye, who was just coming off stage. Viciously muttering to himself that no, he was not blushing, Spencer raised his hand in greeting, tiny smile on his face as he watched Billy's reaction.

He had to admit it was amusing.

For the first few seconds the man had looked confused, as if he hadn't known quite who Spencer was. When he finally had recognized the younger he was grinning widely, looking happier than he had when he was on stage, and waving back rather enthusiastically.

Laughing Spencer grinned as he watched the man get dragged away to the back stage, still grinning and waving at the younger man while trying to shout something to him even over the roaring crowd. Shaking his head Spencer turned around to the exit, the man's smiling face stuck in his head.

Yeah. He could see why others would fall for that smile...

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The following morning and Spencer was really regretting his choice of going to Billy's concert. Mainly because the man would not shut up. There were so many questions on what he thought of the older's performance he was pretty sure he had lost count once they had entered into the double digits. Spencer wasn't even sure how the man had managed to not repeat himself.

After ten straight minutes of questions Spencer finally broke down, sighing and rolling his eyes. "Yes, alright! You are the god of all rockstars, we would be lost without your musical grace and wisdom! Can I please go back to work now?" Instead of seeing Billy laugh at him, like he had expected, Spencer just glared at the man's shit-eating grin.

One could only handle so much of Billy Joe Cobra, and Spencer was nearing his limit.

Billy watched in amusement as the man huffed and turned back to take care of other customers, since it was a rather busy morning and the shop was fuller than usual. Taking a sip of his coffee Billy hummed in contentment as he absently followed the man's movements. Even if the younger didn't feel the same way he did at least he saw the man as one of his closest friends and best bros.

Enough to visit the man's concert, at any rate.

"So hey, you're into movies, did you hear about the new one that came out recently?" Just like that the younger went from annoyed to Billy-level happy. It was so quick the star was actually a little lost as he tried to keep up with Spencer's sudden ramblings.

"Yes! The Norrisville Ninja! I've been dying to see that for weeks and now that they've finally announced it I can't even go cause even with the one night I get off early, which is tomorrow, none of the buses actually go out there! Too far off their routes or something. And then Shanil and Rajeev have this family dinner so I can't ask them and it's just..." Spencer suddenly cut himself off, looking annoyed at his situation.

"It'd be nice if I could go because it's directed by one of my favorite directors! He always has the best special effects and his movies were the ones that got me interested in directing to begin with and-" The man suddenly realized just how fast he had been talking, and how much ranting he had been doing. Looking up he blushed at Billy's shocked yet amused expression. "And...I'm just gonna...stop talking...now..."

"Broseph...you are such a cutie!" Billy laughed, Spencer muttering under his breath and giving the man his scone, even if he was tempted to throw it at the older's head. Very tempted...it's not like anyone would blame him. Shanilla would probably thank him...

After thirty minutes of Spencer halfheartedly planning the star's demise he watched as the man looked at his watch before paling and jumping up, looking like he had just been told the devil was after him. "Fuck. Late again...my manager is going to kill me this time for sure..."

Oh...it was the devil, then.

Spencer watched the man leave his money on the counter and rush towards the door in a hurry, as usual, before he stopped in his tracks. Turning around he grinned, Spencer knowing that grin was going to mean bad things for him in the very near future. "Oh yeah, cutie, make sure you're outside the diner tomorrow night after your shift."

"What? Why-"

"No time for questions, just make sure you're there," the man grinned, flicking his sunglasses back down before heading towards the door, pushing it open before yelling something back that the younger only just managed to hear. "Make sure to wear something warm too!"

Shanilla and Spencer quietly watched the man walk out the door, who was soon out of sight, before the two shared a look. While Spencer's was one of befuddlement, Shanilla's was one of pure amusement. Seeing the woman's own look Spencer paled, knowing this wasn't going to be one of his more peaceful shifts.

"You know...it sounded an awful lot like you two just made a date..." the woman smiled innocently, a little too innocently for the man's taste. Shanilla grinned as she watched Spencer stop what he was doing before scoffing and putting his hands on his hips in annoyance. And really, was she not supposed to giggle at that? There was a reason Billy called him cutie all the time, after all.

"Okay, one, in case you didn't notice, Billy didn't even bother to wait for my answer. Two, we're just bros. That's it. Nothing deeper, just friends. And three, IT IS NOT A DATE!" Shanilla slightly winced at just how loud his voice had risen on the last few words. The man didn't usually scream so it was actually quite strange to hear him defending himself on a joke about a date.

Even if it wasn't meant as a joke.

"Denial!" Shanilla half-sung out, clasping her hands together and grinning as Spencer blushed furiously and shoved the left behind money in the register. He then started cleaning up yet another one of Billy's messes, who seemed to be unable to understand the concept of neatness.

"There is nothing between us Shanilla," Spencer muttered, telling himself that he was not blushing. Nope. Not at all. It was just stuffy in the small coffee shop was all. It was still summer so of course it was going to be hot, even if it was the early morning. Spencer looked up at the fact that the woman had suddenly gone quiet, something that didn't happen very often.

"If there's really nothing between the two of you then why do you sound so sad?" The two friends quietly faced each other for a few seconds before Spencer rolled his eyes and half-chuckled, deciding not to linger on the fact that his chest was hurting.

"Maybe because you spend too much time reading romance novels," the man muttered, Shanilla slowly raising an eyebrow in response. Seeing the look Spencer knew he would soon regret his words. That woman could play dirty with the best of them when she really wanted to.

"Oh, like you don't do the same," the woman snorted, fixing the man with a stare that made him slightly uncomfortable. "I mean, you even liked that book you borrowed off of me. If you could call it a boo-"

"Behind A Lover's Eye was amazing!" Spencer cut her off, because no. She was not allowed to diss one of his favorite romance stories of all time. "Elizabeth showed everyone what it truly meant to love someone and to do anything to be with that person! The love she showed for Jon was enough!"

At the deafening silence in the shop Spencer realized he might have been a little louder than he had realized. Sparing a glance to an amused Shanilla, who was turning red and shaking at trying to hold in her laughter, Spencer sighed wearily before halfheartedly flipping her off.

"Fuck you."

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"And yet another night where the famous Billy Joe Cobra...is late..." Spencer muttered, glancing up the sky while absently scuffing his shoe against the pavement. He didn't have any hope for spotting even a few stars, the city was too bright for that, but it was at least better than staring at the ground.

He was really wishing the man would hurry up though...it was starting to get cold outside... He probably should have listened to the man when he had said to wear something warm. His normal outfit wasn't really good for nighttime, especially when it came to Billy's motorcycle...

To be fair he wasn't used to staying out very late, or riding on motorcycles, so it was no fault of his he had forgotten to pick up a jacket, or even a thicker shirt, to wear.

After a few more minutes of shivering, and rubbing his arms for some semblance of warmth, Spencer slowly raised an eyebrow, somewhat amused, as he watched Billy, on his motorcycle, quickly pull up. Instead of stopping however the man simply looked behind him, rather frantically, before skidding into the nearby alleyway.

"Billy?" Walking over to the entrance and ducking his head in Spencer wondered what stupidity the man had managed to accomplish this time. "Just what-" Before he could even finish his question the man was suddenly dragged into the darkness of the alleyway by the rockstar, a hand quickly coming up to cover his mouth before the elder's voice quietly murmured for him to be quiet.

Shivering and pushing away thoughts that he should not be thinking about his friend Spencer was about to bite the man's hand before hearing the sound of an oncoming car, which was strange. Usually it was just the buses who were running at that time of night. The two quietly watched the black car drive by, slowly, before Spencer noticed Billy tugging them further into the shadows of the alleyway.

As soon as the car was out of sight Spencer felt the man's grip go slack, the younger elbowing the man none too gently before grinning at the strangled sound. Putting a few feet of distance between them Spencer spun around, glare on his face and ready to rant. By general rule of thumb he didn't particularly enjoy being dragged into an alleyway and gagged in the dead of night.

"And just what the hell was that about?" Spencer hissed, Billy carefully rubbing the spot where Spencer had elbowed him. For such a small man Billy was actually surprised by just how strong he was.

"You said your sister took karate, yeah?" Billy huffed, wincing as he pressed down. He was almost positive he was going to get quite a colorful bruise from that hit, although he might have deserved it that time... Mostly because the younger still looked quite frazzled at what had just happened.

"Yeah...what's that got to do with anything?" Spencer asked, confused but still in his righteous anger mode. There was a limit to how much Billy could get away with and he had to draw the line somewhere. He figured a dark alleyway was the best place to draw that line.

"Did she happen to teach you any moves, cause I mean...fuck Broce Lee, that hurt!" the older man whined, Spencer sighing and absently rubbing soothing circles into the sides of his forehead. He felt another Billy Joe Cobra headache coming on...and they were the worst.

"Billy...what did you do...?" Spencer asked, looking up at the man seriously. Really...who would follow him with that car? His manager? And...well...Jessica had taught him a few moves, but Billy didn't need to know that...unless he made the man really angry. Then he would end up figuring it out on his own.

"Well...it...might have been a bit harder to get away from my manager that time," Billy chuckled nervously, scratching the back of his head out of habit before jostling his sunglasses, frowning and pushing them up to rest on the top of his head as he did so. And really...was Spencer not supposed to roll his eyes at that? Who even wore sunglasses at night?

"Billy...what did you do this time... Please tell me it wasn't something completely stupid!" At the elder's rather guilty look Spencer groaned, wondering how this man even managed to survive without constant supervision. He possessed the mentality of a nine-year-old, if that.

"Well...it wasn't...completely stupid..." The younger's eyebrows rose at that. The man was admitting that what he had done was at least some degree of stupid...which meant it had to be bad. Billy glanced up at the man's look before shifting from foot-to-foot restlessly. "Okay okay, so... I might have ended up jumping from a second story window and into a tree... I then might have climbed down that tree...and ran towards my bike...

"I also might have just been part of a high-speed chase across half of New York..."

The two men stared quietly at each other for a few seconds before the silence was broken by Spencer's groan, which actually made it sound as if the man was in pain. Billy just rolled his eyes and crossed his arms. Honestly...he was the only one allowed to be that dramatic.

"Billy...why...just...why?" the man moaned, feeling his headache get even worse. He also felt that if Billy was caught he would somehow be blamed for this whole mess. "Why would you even think that was a good idea..." Looking up he watched Billy just shrug before absently looking at the ground.

"We had a date for the movies...and I didn't want to be late."

Before the man could even think of how to respond Billy was already clicking the younger's helmet into place, grinning as he pushed the man towards the parked bike. The next thing he knew the star was revving the bike and speeding out of the alleyway, Spencer making a sound remarkably similar to a squeak before clinging to the man's hoodie.

Billy's driving was from hell. It was fact at this point.

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The motorcycle slowly rolled to a stop, Billy cutting the engine as Spencer unclenched his death grip and slowly stood up. He was never getting on a bike with Billy again when it came to the back roads. The man had no sense of a speed limit, not to mention the man was pretty sure they had almost tipped over once or twice.

"Aw come on Bro! My driving really isn't as bad as you make it out to be," Billy playfully huffed, bursting into laughter as he watched Spencer, who leaning against a tree with one hand, used the other to flip him off. Okay...he hadn't said his driving was the best...but it was better than what he was being credited for.

"Alright...where did you drag me this time," Spencer asked, finally getting his breathing back under control as he looked up. He didn't even pay attention anymore when Billy drove, he just closed his eyes and prayed for the ride to end...although this one had seemed longer than the others.

Spencer watched as the man gestured grandly behind him, the younger thinking back to when Billy had first taken him to the amusement park. Shaking his head and looking to where Billy was gesturing the man's eyes widened before he was shocked speechless.

They were at the drive-in movies.

The same place Spencer had been ranting about to Billy the other day...the one that the man had apparently remembered, even going so far as to jump out of a second story window just to take him.

"Billy..."

"It seemed like we both could use a break," Billy explained, nervously scratching the back of his head as he put his spare hand in his pocket, looking far too adorable in Spencer's opinion. The man was twenty-five, he should not look that adorable. "So...movies."

"...Thanks," Spencer grinned, voice sincere enough that it had the man returning the grin with one of his own, real grins.

"No problamo, Brofessor. Now come on, we need to get some tickets." Spencer rolled his eyes as the man grabbed his wrist and walked towards the ticket booth, smile on both of their faces.

"And by that you mean I'm paying for my own, right?"

"...If you want too..." Billy muttered, looking like a pouting child. Spencer chuckled, he didn't think their argument of the younger buying his own things would ever end. "But I mean, the offer is always-"

"Really? You really want to get into this argument again?" Spencer half-laughed, Billy grinning and pulling Spencer along, grip softer than usual. "You know I'll win."

"Yeah...probably..."

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Spencer was going to kill the man. This time he really was. He didn't care if the place was crowded, he could still get away with it...probably. Okay, hopefully. "Billy..."

"Okay okay, I know it looks bad but it could be worse," Billy nervously laughed, hands held out in a passive gesture. Honestly he hadn't meant to spill their nachos and drinks all over the man...the movie had just reached a really good point, and...well... It was a really good plot point in his defense!

"Both of my shirts are covered in burning hot nacho cheese and sticky soda...how could this be worse?" Spencer quietly asked, his rage working into truly epic proportions.

"Well...it could have landed on your pants too..."

"Billy!"

"Whoa whoa, chill Brosephes! It's fine, I know just how to fix this," Billy grinned, quickly shedding his hoodie before working on getting his tour shirt off. Spencer felt his mind go blank for a few short seconds before he was blushing and trying to get the man to keep his shirt on.

"B-B-Billy! Just what are you doing?!" Spencer hissed, trying to keep his voice down so others didn't look over. Even if no one was around them he still wanted to be cautious. At the innocent look the man gave him Spencer felt like hitting the star. Just a bit.

"Wha-? Oh! Don't worry about it Bro I have a tank on under this," the man grinned, Spencer not even bothering to point out that that hadn't been what he had meant. "Here. You can wear this until you can find something else." Spencer took the offered shirt, eyes darting from the garment to the smiling man before sighing and standing up.

Spencer eyed the place around them before walking over to a few nearby trees that looked like a suitable place to change shirts. "I swear to God if you look I'll end you myself," the man huffed, pushing his suspender straps down before carefully unbuttoning his, now stained, shirt. He had like this one too...

"Aw...what's the matter Broski, shy?" Billy called out, respecting the mans wishes and keeping his back turned. Okay...so he might have taken one or two peeks, it's not like he could be blamed! He was in love with the the guy, he could afford to be a little creepy.

Behind him Spencer was swearing under his breath and generally showing of his rather colorful vocabulary. He may not have known how to swear in Latin but he could still hold his own. Bundling up his dirty shirts and looking down he sighed. Really...the shirt was way too big on him...by about two sizes.

Oh great...now it looks like we're dating...me wearing his shirt... And wow, no. He did not need that thought in his head. No, not at all. Those were bad thoughts about his bro. No matter what Shanilla and her sappy romance novels, which he adored, said.

They were just friends.

Shoving his shirts in a section of one of Billy's motorcycle packs the two sat back down to watch the movie, this time with only popcorn as a snack. Spencer really didn't need another shirt dirty.

"No no...don't go in there...don't do it..." The younger raised an eyebrow at Billy's muttering, eyes widening as he remembered that the man couldn't deal with horror. At all. The first time he had almost had a mental break down, and that had been at an amusement park haunted house...

"You know...they really could have done better on these special effects," Spencer suddenly spoke, Billy looking over at him in shock. Earlier in the movie Spencer had kept telling the man to shut up so he could hear and now he was talking? "I mean, the director is amazing don't get me wrong but seriously...the fire was just so low-key. And the monsters they made could have been better done."

"I don't know Brohan, they look pretty good to me," Billy muttered, wincing as a loud bang came from the screen. Spencer glanced at the man for a second before leaning back and grinning.

"Yeah but that's because you're not looking in the right places! The strings are visible right behind the ears and the horns, and you can even see a stagehand every now and then," the younger pointed out, the man beside him finally stopping his shivering.

For the next twenty minutes Spencer ranted about whatever he could think of pertaining to the movie. The acting, the effects, the scenes, the mistakes, and even the continuity. If he saw it he commented on it, Billy even chiming in with some of his own commentary every now and then.

Just as he was starting into what they could have done to improve some of the plot conflicts he felt a small thump on his shoulder. Cutting himself off and looking over curiously and was startled to see it was Billy. Passed out. And leaning against his shoulder.

"Jeez...why are you so troublesome," Spencer muttered, trying to get his blush to go away as he lifted his hand to shake the man awake, stopping just before he did. The man looked like he hadn't slept in days...besides the movie was almost over, an extra twenty minutes of sleep would at least keep him awake enough to drive them home without killing them.

Gently using his hand to push the fallen bangs out of the man's eyes Spencer softly grinned at the older's dopey smile before the man snuggled in closer. Instead of pushing him away Spencer simply rolled his eyes before slightly leaning back against the man and going back to enjoying the movie. It really was good. Even with the errors.

He managed to pass five minutes with the movie, the Ninja just discovering the evil that was under his nose the whole time, before he realized what he had just done. He had brushed Billy's hair aside and just let him sleep like...like a...

Oh shit.

"Shit shit shit," Spencer hissed, mind screaming at him and asking how could this happen. No. No this should not have happened. Wrong. Wrong, wrong, all wrong. So much wrong he just- No. But...somehow he had managed it...he had somehow ended up falling in love with his best friend...with Billy.

Shit, no, okay. He could work with this! Just...all he had to do was ignore his recently discovered feelings. It wouldn't be too hard, he just had to act as he normally did, Billy wouldn't even notice! Besides...the man was a famous rock star...even if the elder felt anything for him in turn he would move on from it.

That's why they were better off as friends, best bros! That would at least last. Yeah...he could see them being old and Spencer yelling at Billy for him getting into trouble, again. But...that wouldn't happen if he let something as stupid as his feelings get in the way. He just...he would keep his feelings locked up until all of this passed... It was just a simple crush, anyways. Yeah...

He could handle a crush.

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Spencer watched as Billy, who was finally awake, yawned widely and rubbed his eyes, all in a rather cute manner. Spencer of course immediately cursed his thoughts before shaking his head clear, absently clenching the shirt he was wearing with one hand. "Are you sure you're alright to drive...you look like you're about to fall asleep at any second..."

"Relax cutie, I could drive with my eyes close," the man grinned, laughing as he turned around and saw the younger's panicked expression. "Don't worry Spence, I'm fine." After a few seconds of silence, and Spencer trying to calm his racing heart, Billy once again spoke up. "I, uh... I'm sorry for falling asleep on you, by the way..."

"Hey, don't worry about it," the man grinned, waving off the older's concern. He actually did a pretty good job of hiding his blush if he did say so. "You didn't miss much anyways...I'd give the movie a seven-point-five."

"So you tear the whole movie down yet you still give it that high a rating?" Billy snorted, climbing on the back of his bike and reaching Spencer his usual helmet, the younger looking at it quietly for a few seconds before sighing and taking it.

"Well, yeah, I mean, the director did a good job with what budget they had. And the guy they got to play the ninja was actually pretty good with the stunt scenes, they didn't even use a stunt guy!" Billy whistled lowly before staring the bike up.

"Impressive sure...but, and I'm just saying, I could so do a flip like that off my roof and into my pool." At that Spencer laughed, covering his mouth with one hand.

"You liar! You so could not! You'd probably end up falling on the pavement or something!" Billy sighed dramatically, which just served to increased the younger man's laughter.

"You wound me, Broseph... I could do a flip, a twirl, and land perfectly. And I could probably do it while drunk...or high. Or maybe both..." he hummed the last part, trailing off as he flicked the kickstand up. Instead of giving an answer Spencer just wrapped his arms around the man's chest and laughed harder.

Billy slowly pulled out, avoiding most of the traffic, before furrowing his eyebrows at just how tightly Spencer's arms were wrapped around him. Sure the man clung to him tightly every time he drove but now it almost felt...sad... Shaking his head Billy turned onto the empty road, shrugging it off. The younger was probably just worried about his driving skills.

Again.

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Waving goodbye to the star Spencer couldn't stop the roll of his eyes as he saw the man had run the stop sign. Again. He was beginning to think the man did that just to try and get a laugh out of him. Shaking his head and sighing the man turned around and dug for his keys, clutching his bundle of dirty shirts with one hand while using the other to unlock his front door.

"Still can't believe the idiot got nachos and soda all over one of my favorite shirts," the man grumbled, throwing the shirts near the hamper before dropping his keys in a nearby dish by the door and sighing heavily. Feeling the shirt he was wearing slightly slide off one shoulder he looked down in shock before it quickly changed into annoyance.

He was still wearing Billy's shirt.

Feeling his blush darken he ripped the shirt off before crumpling it up and throwing it against the wall, putting all of his anger at the situation into the throw. He couldn't believe he had feelings for his best friend...wasn't there some kind of taboo against that? Really...it was Billy. Narcissistic, egotistical, big-headed Billy who would rather sell his own soul than to think about someone other than himself.

Although...Spencer supposed the man could be nice when he wanted too...taking Spencer around the town to different places when he thought the younger was looking stressed. Repeatedly trying to buy him things he really didn't need. Blowing off his manager and jumping out of a window just to take the man to a movie that the older didn't even like. He was actually terrified...and yet he still took him...

Leaning against the wall and slowly sliding down Spencer stared absently over at the offending garment that Billy had given him. Half-chuckling he grinned. Leave it to the man to wear one of his own tour shirts... "Can't believe I'm in love with that toolkit..." Spencer was quiet as he stared at the shirt before his eyes suddenly widened, knees giving out on him as he plopped down onto the floor.

He had said love. Out loud. Without even thinking about it he had admitted that he was in love with his best friend...a best friend who was a world famous rock star and probably wouldn't even look at him that way. "Even if he did like me that way...it would never last..." the man sadly smiled, staring at the shirt for a few seconds before thinking back to that day at the park.

He was in deep.

So we see some of their interactions, some fluff, and quite a bit of unrequited love angst... Don't worry. It won't last long. I don't do angst very well, ask my fandoms. XD

So, hope ya enjoyed and see ya next time! If you have any ideas for this throw them at me, work in progress, after all. I mean...we got a lot of stuff to get through in this story...