Another year, and you were still here. With him. He didn't expect you to stick around so long, let alone after the comic book store incident. You weren't lovers, but you weren't friends either-- The combination always made Bill feel irritated and confused. He knew you did things that friends weren't supposed to. Not with each other; Not to that level.

But who was complaining? You were still one of his closest friends-- Although he would never say it out loud. He was a stubborn asshole. Always had been. And now it was New Year's. Bill hadn't expected the club to forgive him after everything had gone down at the con, but they did. They magically decided (behind his back) that they would throw a party at your house, although both you and he hated parties. He was sure you were doing it just to make them happy.

He sat on the couch next to you, nursing a beer in his hand and his other arm thrown over the back of the couch behind your head. Pete and Josh ranted about Star Wars and which side-- The Dark or Light Side-- Was better and had more 'development'. Usually he spoke in with those arguments, but he was more focused on you and the movie playing. Jerry and Mandi sat on the couch as well, talking about something stupid as Star Trek displayed on the screen of the television.