You and Billy had been friends for a long, long time and he couldn't help but ponder his feelings about you sometimes. It was confusing. You had been his friend for so long so he was accustomed to that vision of you. But he began noticing things about you. Your hips swaying as you walked. The way your eyes sparkled whenever you got excitied about something. Your voice whenever you talked about anything at all. But no. You were his friend. Only his friend. However, there was this magnetic pull about you that intrigued him. Everytime he tried to ignore it, the feelings for you intensified. He was very angry at his confusion, not understanding why he couldn't place you in a category. He slept restless nights, thinking about you and cursing himself for doing so. It drove him mad. He was at a serious loss.

One night Billy leaned against your doorframe, watching you draw whatever it was that you were drawing. As your roommate, you allowed him to walk in whenever he wanted. Billy smirked, waiting for you to notice him. Once you did, his smirk turned into a grin. "Oh, sorry," He said in a breathy sarcastic tone. "Hope I didn't catch you at a bad time." He watched you roll your eyes and saying that he could come in. He sat on your bed, watching you draw.