You and Billy were like the same person, same car, his blue, yours yellow, both fitness geeks and you both loved similar music. He was very open with you, he would cry and shout, sleep on-top of you and attack the wall sometimes, but you understood he just needed comfort and love. You were in the bathroom, doing your hair for school. You were blasting Kiss on your boombox. Billy came up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist, his head just about above yours, as you were quite tall.