its only common. bill tells himself over and over again. every relationship has it's ups and downs. it's wrong turns. however, this wrong turns seems to continue. neither of you attempting to turn the right way, to communicate your needed directions. you're young, both teens, both new the whole love thing.

but, bill knows it's about to time both talk about it. you had been upset with him. he's been hanging with beverly lately, and while you've said you trust her to no end, you also want to hang out with him. and, while he hates being told what to do, he understands that this is something you are serious about.

so, here he is. waiting awkwardly in front of your door. his lower lip bitten in an attempt calm his own nerves. he swallows thickly, eyes darting about before fixing on your frame as you peek out of the door. he lets a smile grace his lips, brows pinching.

"hi," he offers. "can we talk? you haven't, er, been t- talkin' to m - me." he mumbles.