*Billie's POV*
It had been three days since the gig. And four days since Wyatt texted. I bit my lip. "I'm just going to text him back." I said quietly to my empty apartment. I was sitting on my couch, staring at my phone, contemplating what would happen if I did text him.
I went into the message and read it over again.
Hey Billie. It's Wyatt. I got your number from a friend at the party, I hope you don't mind. I just wanted to say I had a really great time at the party and I want to see you again. I'm sorry if I'm being insensitive. x
I took a breath. I started to type him a message back.
Hey Wyatt. Sorry I haven't texted you back until now. I've just been really...upset. With Matty. You were right. He was a dick. I was thinking we could go for coffee somewhere one day? Thanks for being a friend, I really need one. x
A tear slid down my cheek as I sent the message. I missed Matty so much. So fucking much. I just wanted him back.
But I knew it wouldn't - couldn't be that simple.
My phone went off with a text soon after, and stupidly my first thought was that it was Matty. I bit my lip as more tears started to fall, bringing my knees up to my chest. Stupid girl, I thought.
My eyes were blurry from the tears, but I read the text.
Hey Billie. Coffee sounds great. Today? Six? x
I texted back with a 'yes' and the address of a coffee shop in town. Not the same coffee shop I went to with Matty, that was too special. I couldn't do that. If I did, I'd die a little bit inside, because, my memories of him would fade.
I got changed out of my pyjamas and into a a pair of jeans and a black long sleeved shirt. I realised it was Matty's after putting it on, his scent was still on it. I ripped it off my body quickly and threw it across the room. It hit the wall and sank to the floor. I stared at it blurry-eyed and damp cheeked. I got another, white, shirt of my own, gave Matty's shirt one last look before exiting my apartment.
I walked down the hall to the elevator and after a floor it stopped abruptly, someone else was getting on from the fourth floor.
The doors nearly closed before the person entered and I heard a male voice call "Hold the door!". I stuck my hand out to open the doors again and Wyatt stapled into the elevator.
"Oh- this is awkward." He said.
"It would've been awkward anywhere, Wyatt." I said, smiling lightly.
"So you live here?" We asked at the same time. We laughed.
"Yeah." We said at the same time again.
"Well do you want to come up to my apartment then, instead of the coffee shop? I make a better coffee anyway." He laughed. We were on the floor of the car park.
"Okay." I said. We took the elevator up to his apartment and Wyatt led me in. It was similar to mind on the structural side, but where my apartment had quirky and off-beat decorating, Wyatt had sleek black coffee tables and ...black everything. It made for a very 'masculine' apartment.
"So - how've you been?" He asked.
"Shit." I replied
He laughed. I smiled weakly.
"I just wanted to apologise. For putting you in the middle of everything. I didn't mean to make you feel horrible." I said. He laughed again, flashing his row of straight white teeth.
"Don't worry about it. Seriously." He said, walking into his kitchen.
"Tea? Coffee? Water? Juice?" He offered.
"Tea, please. Milk and two sugars, thanks." I said, sitting down on a black and chrome bar stool opposite his kitchen bench.
"So..." He said, waiting for the kettle to finish boiling. "You and Matty are broken up?"
"Yeah."
"So you're single?"
I laughed. "Yes and no."
"What does that mean?"
"Yes I'm single but no I'm not ready for dating." I replied.
"Oh." He said, focusing intently on the tea, trying to hide his blushing.
"Wyatt - I really am sorry about kissing you." I said.
"I'm not." He cut in, then blushed madly, stirring his tea.
He handed me my tea. "Sorry. I know you're not in the right frame of mind right now. Sorry." He repeated. I laughed.
"Wyatt. It's alright. Stop apologising. I just need a friend right now, and just a friend." I said. He nodded, meeting my eyes. He was handsome, but as soon as I thought that I thought of Matty and I immediately felt bad. I started to chat with him about music, careers, life...
The tea was long finished, we got caught up in conversation.
"Well, I think I better go. It's late, and I've got a lot of nothing to do tomorrow." I laughed, getting up and opening to door of his apartment. He smiled and said "Well if you're not busy...Do you want to do something?" I tucked a stray hair of mine away.
"Umm... I don't know. But you'll obviously see me again, we kind of live in the same building." I laughed.
"Right. Sorry. I don't mean to be pushy or anything, I just-" I cut him off by standing on my tip-toes and kissing his cheek. That ought to shut him up, I thought. Then I thought of Matty and how I used to kiss his cheek. I felt horrible immediately. He blushed and his eyes went wide, I laughed and walked back to my apartment.
*Matty's POV*
I decided to go and talk to Billie. My leg jittered nervously the whole drive there. I parked my car in the car park and took the elevator up to her apartment. There was a man in the elevator with me, going to the fourth floor. All of a sudden the elevator stopped, and the man got off. I heard a familiar voice and followed the sound of the voice curiously. I saw Billie walking out of an apartment they wasn't hers. I ducked behind a cement pillar and peered at her from behind it.
"Well if you're not busy...Do you want to do something?" The guy from the party - Wyatt - asked. Billie fussed with her hair for a second, she drove me crazy when she did that. I melted just a little.
"Umm... I don't know. But you'll obviously see me again, we kind of live in the same building." She laughed. I felt pure anger flare up inside me. He lives with her! In the same friggin building!
"Right. Sorry. I don't mean to be pushy or anything, I just-" Wyatt started, before Billie cut him off by standing on her tip-toes and kissing his cheek. My eyes went wide and I felt as if my world shattered in a second. She kissed him. She kissed him. She kissed him.
Fuck. Fuck!
I sank to my knees silently and pressed my back up against the wall, so I was wedged between the wall and the cement pillar, out of sight.
I pushed the heels of my hands into my eyes to stop the tears threatening to fall.
I saw Billie walk past me, into the elevator (she didn't see me), and I took that opportunity to talk to her.
I ran up to the elevator and met eyes with Billie quickly. She was shocked to see me, but I was too late, the elevator doors closed. "Matty?" She yelled. She must have pressed the 'doors open' button censuses the doors opened quickly again.
"Surprise." I said quietly.
"What the hell are you doing here? Why are you on this floor?" She asked as I joined her in the elevator. My hand brushed hers and I got the butterflies in my stomach like usual and I sucked in a sharp breath, not going unnoticed by her.
"I was coming to see you and the man I was in the elevator with got off and I heard your voice - I got off and saw you kiss him." I said. Her eyes went wide.
"Moved on fast, didn't you?" I asked, getting off the elevator and running to my car.
I'm so sad.
Just clarifying, Billie kissed Wyatt because she's extremely emotionally fragile at the moment, and Wyatt was there for her. She was feeling terrible about herself and he basically said he liked her, she's just confused and upset at the moment.
Please don't hate Billie, she's a good person. (And it was only on the cheek with Wyatt, she doesn't love him. She wants Matty back.)
Guys I'm so excited I officially have the tickets for the concert! (Btw I am so not trying to brag so don't hate me - I'm just excited.)
:) xx - Anna