"Billy! Please tell your boyfriend that he cannot fucking sing for shit."

"Hey! Don't say shit like that. Im sensitive. Plus, I do Justin Bieber justice with my impeccable skills."

"Oh boo-fucking-hoo. Billy, what the hell do you see in this guy?"

"Woah woah woah, who's talking? The best friend to the boyfriend? News flash honey, I'm better than you. Right baby?"

"Please don't bring me into this. I love you both equally."

"See. He said he loves me more than you."

"Hey! Bill, how could you?!"

"That's not what I said! Can the both of you please just shut the fuck up already?"

Silence. Yeah, that's what I thought.

Ok, so yeah, Sarah doesn't particularly like Thomas. This may have been a terrible mistake but there's no going back now is there?

I wish there was though.

I'm not exactly sure why but Sarah seems to have a vendetta against Thomas and I'm also not sure why but, my boyfriend seems to have the same feelings of hatred. Or, oh wait no, definitely hatred.

I look over at him and he's pouting. God he's so cute, I'd kiss him if he didn't hate my best friend. No, just kidding, sorry Sarah but those lips, they're irresistible. His eyes are locked on the scenery passing us by out the window, the blur of dark greens and browns going by in a flash.

"Ok. This is just fucking stupid. Why do you hate him Sarah?"

"W-what I don't, I mean, maybe I-it's just—"

"Spit it out already," I snap, glancing at her in the rear view mirror to find her chewing on her lower lip in frustration, her eyes panicky. Her eyes move to Thomas for a split second through the mirror before returning to the road. Thomas notices and stares back at her expectantly.

"Ok, I'd rather not do this while driving but whatever, if we crash, we crash. Ok, listen here pretty boy, if you ever, and I mean ever, hurt Billy in any way I will personally see to it that you are burned at the stake, got it? Trust me buddy, I know a guy. Oh, and don't think that I won't crash this car right here and now just to hurt you because I will, and if I die, I'm taking you with me."

"Ok, y-yeah."

"Good. We're cool now, you're hot so I suppose you're good enough."

"At least we see eye to eye on something," I remark, my once frankly bitchy tone replaced with a softer, affectionate one as I look at Thomas who turns to me instantly with an appreciative smile and a wink. Sarah scoffs at our cuteness and returns her eyes to the road just in time to swerve out of the way of a woman crossing the street.

"Sarah!" Thomas and I scream at her in unison and she ignores us, instead rolling down her window while driving past to shout at the poor woman who's life surely just flashed before her eyes.

"Learn to look both ways Bitch," she shouts, the woman scowling back at us but before she can retaliate, we're ten feet away and speeding down the street again.

"Jesus Sarah, could you at least try to be civil," I scold her, leaning up and swatting at her head from behind. She pinches my hand and I pull back with a wince, Thomas taking my hand in his and rubbing it comfortingly making Sarah gag.

"No Bill. And plus, you should know by now that my middle name is practically road rage," Sarah replies casually. Yeah, road rage times one thousand.

"Wait. So you're always this.....cruel?" Thomas asks obliviously, his eyes scanning over Sarah like she's got two heads. Oh, I forgot. This boy knows practically nothing about the dark and twisted mind of Sarah Schafer.

She's attracted to women. That's pretty dark and twisted to me.

"Baby, don't ask stupid questions," I warn him lightly, wearing a soft smile that seems to soften the blow.

"Thomas darling, cruel doesn't even begin to describe me."

"Oh stop being so cryptic Sarah, you're practically a fucking Saint."

"Oh stop it would ya, you're making me blush," she jests, sarcasm lacing her tone as she keeps her eyes trained on the road for once.

Within the next few minutes we're pulling into a parking lot beside a bar that I'd never been to before. Well, I've actually never really been to a bar in my life to be honest. Perks of being an introverted closet gay who only has one friend who'd rather stay at home and watch T.V than go out and get drunk. Although, Sarah and I do enjoy the odd martini every once in a while as her dad is quite the mixologist.

Asher is the party animal of the family, which makes us even more polar opposite to one another. I can't even remember how many times he's entered the house at two or three am completely drunk off his ass. I'm a light sleeper, a torturous trait if you ask me, so he always wakes me up when he tries desperately to fumble up the stairs without falling flat on his face.

Now, I usually just push him back downstairs and onto the couch and provide him something to vomit in as mom would murder his ass if he got sick on her furniture or her rug for that matter. Yes, I know, I'm an Angel. I could stay in bed, but I don't. You may think it's because I care, which part of me does. But, the larger part actually and, genuinely likes seeing Asher drunk. Drunk Asher is ten times better than sober Asher. Why? Because drunk Asher knows how to spill the tea, he's got quite a loose tongue actually so you can practically pry any tidbit of information out of him without any real effort.

That's how I found out he slept with two girls at the party he had been to that night. The cherry on top; it was a threesome. The sick bastard tried to tell me every detail but I stopped him and just asked for their names.

He couldn't remember.

And that's when I decided to pour a jug of water over his head. Safe to say he wasn't exactly pleased with me but, that taught him a lesson for sure. Never have a threesome without knowing the other people's names.

The parking lot is mostly empty. Scratch that, it's completely empty, other than one, frankly badass motorcycle. Thomas and I gawk at the thing but Sarah doesn't even pay any mind to it, almost like she's seen it before. Perhaps ridden on it? Ah, I see. So Ariana is hotter than I originally thought. And also gayer than I thought too.

A lesbian who rides a motorcycle. Sarah is one lucky girl.

An almost deafening squeal comes from inside the bar after Sarah enters and I already know it's her. Thomas and I glance at one another in pure confusion as we go to enter the bar, Thomas holding the door open for me with a cheeky smile despite our shared confusion. I peck his cheek in return and he pinches my side making me giggle slightly, pulling away from his touch to see what was happening with Sarah that made her squeal. Nothing too dirty I hope-

"What. The. Fuck?"

"Hm. Well, they seem.....happy?"

"Happy? I'd say it's past that. She's got her tongue practically lodged down Sarah's throat."

My description was fairly accurate. Sarah was straddling a girl in a booth near the back of the bar, sounds leaving the both of them that I did not need to be hearing right now. The girl, obviously Ariana, has long jet black hair, a little darker than Thomas's. Her leather jacket and combat boots drew my fashion obsessed eyes and I made a note to ask her where she got them.

She was perfection. I mean, I couldn't see much because Sarah's frock of ginger hair was kind of blocking most of my view but from what I could tell, she was beautiful. Sarah's one lucky bitch. I may be gay but I can't lie, women are still insanely hot. And this woman, well, she looks like she was plucked straight out of a Pinterest mood board if you ask me.

Her ring covered fingers trail up Sarah's back and play with the ends of her hair, eliciting a slight giggle from my friend as she pulled away to stare into Ariana's eyes.

God, I'll have to start wedding planning much sooner than expected.

Roses or sunflowers? I mean come on, the flower arrangements are always the most important part. Roses. Ooh but what about peonies? Or tulips? Hydrangeas? Orchids? Chrysanthemums?

Wait. Snap the fuck out of it. Flowers are flowers.

So hydrangeas then? No but, tulips would be—

"Billy!" Thomas whispers beside me, snapping me out of my flowery haze, "should we um, leave? I mean, they seem kind of.......busy."

Busy. Yeah, busy.

"Fuck this," I mutter, grasping Thomas's hand in mine and yanking him with me towards the two horny fucking lovebirds. Thomas mumbles nervously under his breathe as we grow closer. For such a big and intimidating jock, he's a jittery teddy bear on the inside. It's adorable.

"Sarah Georgina Schafer!" I snap, using a tone I rarely use with my best friend but when I do, she knows full well I mean business. Plus, I used her full name. She'll either hate me or, yeah she's gonna hate me for that one.

Ariana doesn't even flinch but Sarah practically leaps out of her lap, cursing under her breathe as she fixes herself before turning to face me. Thomas is still nervously huddled behind me and I step back into his chest to comfort him. He wraps his arms around my waist possessively despite his anxiousness as I glare daggers back at Sarah.

"Billy, uh, th-this is Ariana, my girlfriend," she says, Ariana reaching up and holding Sarah's hand making my anger dissipate and changing my disappointed frown to a small smile. "Babe, this is Billy, oh, and his boyfriend Thomas." Ariana smiles back at us and I finally have a chance to look at her face. You can tell a lot about a person from their face.

Yeah, just as hot as I thought she'd be. Her sharp features could cut you like a knife and her grey eyes I swear see right through me. She's intimidating as fuck, and her biker aesthetic just adds to it. Her unblemished skin glistens in the light and I make a mental note to ask her her skin care routine later.

"It's a pleasure to finally meet you, Sar told me a lot about you," I try not to smirk deviously at Sarah when I here the nickname, instead smiling genuinely back at Ariana.

"Likewise, I've heard a lot about you too. She never stops talking about you I swear."

"Oh really?" Ariana asks, her questioning gaze set on Sarah as she blushes a shade redder every passing second.

"Billy, respectfully, shut up."

I chuckle lightly, motioning my hand zipping my mouth shut and locking it. I hand Thomas the key as we sit down beside the two girls. He swallows it, and I wonder if it were a real key and not an imaginary one would he still not hesitate to swallow it? He wears a cheeky grin after swallowing the key, earning a few laughs from the rest of us.

"So um, one question Ariana. Is that your motorcycle outside?" I ask, trying my best not to sound condescending as that's the complete opposite of how I feel.

She chuckles to herself, a knowing look crossing her face as she wraps her arm around Sarah's shoulder. Sarah seems to visibly relax at the contact and I find myself slightly relaxing too, knowing that Sarah's happy.

"Yeah, she's mine. Much better than this one's station wagon if you ask me," she chuckles, nodding towards Sarah who pouts back at her.

"My car is safer than that death trap though Ari, I keep telling you but do you listen? No," Sarah huffs, still pouting at Ariana who just smiles at her, the action making Sarah surrender instantly, mirroring the soft smile as she snuggles back into Ariana's side.

"This discussion is not over," she mumbles, Ariana placing a soft kiss to the top of Sarah's head making her hum lightly, her smile growing.

"God, why am I so jealous right now?" I sigh dramatically, although Thomas doesn't seem to notice the underlying sarcasm in my tone.

"Excuse me? I'm right her ya know? You're not going straight on me are you? Because you know I'd never forgive you," Thomas states, pulling me closer with a growingly possessive look in his eyes that makes me squirm as he snakes his arm around my waist. I lean up with a smirk crossing my face as I place a long, affectionate kiss to his lips.

"Baby, you need to understand that you'll just never be as hot as Ariana."

"What?! I'm hot, insanely hot!"

"Mhm, I know. That's one of the many, many reasons why I like you Baker."

Ha, yeah, inner monologue here. The way that sentence should have ended is by me saying, "why I love you Baker." But, if you couldn't tell, I'm a coward and a nervous wreck because the boy that I'm snuggled up to right now, his hand rubbing circles into my skin, his head resting atop my own, this motherfucking boy.

I love him.

Fuck.

I love Thomas Baker.

Well, this was to be expected and let's not lie to ourselves and say that I've not been feeling this way for a while now.

Should I tell him? Probably not. I mean, I'm sure he feels something for me. But, it may not be love. He definitely likes me, I know that to be certain. Lust, obviously. But, love? Of that I am indeed not certain in the slightest. Eventually, maybe? But now? Probably not.

Probably not.

Ok, now I'm in a bad mood. This is not the best of times for this but my self deprecating thoughts wait for no one.

I decide to ignore the impending topic for now and instead tune back into the conversation between Thomas and Ariana. They seem to be in a heated discussion about something so I take the opportunity to have a little one on one with Sarah.

I catch her attention and motion my head towards the bar. She gets the message and whispers something in Ariana's ear before she gets up and starts walking towards the bar. I nod at Thomas when he glances towards me and he wears a knowing look as he smiles softly at me.

Sarah and I take a seat beside each other on the bar stools and she gives me a look telling me to talk first. I smile widely at her and take her hands in mine before speaking.

"She make you happy?"

"Who are you? My mom?"

"Just answer the question Sarah."

"Happier than I've ever been before Billy."

I heave a sigh of relief at her words and my soft smile changes to a devious smirk and she wears a wide eyed expression at the sudden change

"She's fucking hot. You didn't tell me she was that hot. I mean, you told me she was hot but that girl is smoking."

"Bill, you sound straight. Should I call a doctor or something?"

"You know what I mean. You're lucky Sarah, that's all I'm saying."

"Yeah, well I'm not the only one."

"Oh so you think Thomas is hot?"

She uses her thumb and index finger to show just an inch of space between them, "this much."

"You're a terrible liar," I retort, getting up and patting her shoulder before heading back to our booth where Thomas and Ariana are surprisingly quiet. I can't see Thomas's face but I can see Ariana's and she looks oddly confused. I can hear Thomas talking to someone else so I presume he's on the phone.

My suspicions are correct when he practically leaps out of the booth with his phone in his hand. His eyes are filled with an unfamiliar look of horror and I feel my stomach twist uncomfortably at the sight. He frantically closes the space between us and pulls me into a tight hug. I wrap my arms around him in return, still confused as to what's got him so riled up. I can feel his heart racing when I press my head against his chest and I immediately pull away, fear overtaking me as I stare up into his eyes that are still filled with unbridled horror.

"What's going on?" I frantically ask, trying to sound as comforting as possible.

"I-I have to go B, I'll call you later ok?" He kisses my forehead quickly and dashes off without another word. I try to say something but it's too late as I hear the door slam shut behind him.

I make a move to go after him but I stop in my tracks when I hear Ariana's voice cut through the room.

"Wait!"

I turn around and she's approached me, Sarah at her side. She looks flustered as she grips my shoulders and forces me to look into her eyes.

"Give him space Billy. It sounded like a family emergency or something, he'll be ok."

"Y-yeah, I'm sure it's fine."

I'm a lying liar who lies. I am indeed, not sure.

"Good, now can we actually get to know each other. I have a feeling we have a lot in common."

"Yes, like loving me for example," Sarah chimes in, earning a chuckle from the both of us as we make our way back to our booth.

I put on a smile. A fake one at that. I'm afraid I can't find it in myself to be able to muster a real, genuine one. To anyone on the outside it may look to be a normal smile. But, on the inside, it's like I'm in hell.

Which, quite frankly, is good in some ways because let's face it, I'll have to prepare one way or another for my 'eternal damnation' or at least that's how the Catholic Church likes to put it. I personally prefer, 'burning in hell' it has a nice ring to it in my opinion. Plus, I'm sure it would be better than earth. Part of me even looks forward to it.

Anyways, yes, it's good in some ways, but mostly, well it's like I'm in hell.

I keep asking myself why? Why did Thomas leave so quickly? Why was there such pure horror in those soft, mystical eyes of his? Family emergency? What type of family emergency? Like on a scale of one to ten, one being someone needed help setting the dinner table and ten being someone's fucking dead or dying. Honestly, given his parents views, I hope for the latter.

Although, I think he does have a Grandma? Yeah, he calls her Nana or something. She's in the hospital for something or other. I'm not sure what it is but I'm certain it's something serious.

Well, if she's anything like his parents I frankly couldn't care less. But, given the fear and horror radiating off of my boyfriend when he scrambled out of the bar only minutes ago, I'd guess she's not.

Great, now I'm making myself even more sad. I'm sure she's fine. It probably wasn't even something too serious.

Ok, I'm terrible at lying, especially to myself.

I'm sure Thomas is fine.

I'm sure his Nana's fine.

But, I'm also not so sure.

A/N:

What did you think of Ariana? We didn't really get to see much of her but she'll be in  more of the coming chapters.

That ending was.....interesting. I wonder what's up with Thomas? And is Billy on to something with his Nana? Only time will tell. And me of course. But you'll find out next chapter.

Side note, prepare yourselves for some not so nice things coming in the next few chapters. That's all I'll say....

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