It had been a week since the phone call from Tane, and just yesterday I had finally moved it to the back of my mind. I was working vigorously on my research paper for my English class, when there was a knock on my bedroom door ( Read more... )

Billie and I were walking back to my dorm with ice cream from the dining hall when I felt my phone vibrate from my back pocket. "Hey, hold this real quick," I said hurriedly to Billie, who let go of his spoon, which was still in his mouth, and took my bowl as I pulled my phone out of my pocket. I didn't recognize the number, so I felt even more ( Read more... )

The next day, I skipped my first class of my college career. Billie stayed over my apartment last night after our emotional exchange and we just cuddled and chatted and stole kisses. I also let Billie watch me sketch the hard drive on my desk because he wouldn't let me sketch him, even after I asked him about fifteen times. Oh, and once we blasted ( Read more... )

I needed to find Billie.  Billie.  Not the asshole-look-alike or the orange-suited look-alike, I wanted to see Billie.  My biggest problem was, though, that I didn't know where on campus he lived.  The next biggest problem was that I didn't want him coming over here, because my housemates would question who he is since they've never seen anyone ( Read more... )

I saw Billie the nest day in class. It didn't really look like him, though; he was wearing this ski-mask-type thing on his head with the top, eyes, and mouth cut out. The mask had a black-and-white striped pattern ( Read more... )

Two days later, I was sitting in class with my sketchbook, and I was focusing quite intently on the form starting to take shape on the page when I saw a body occupy the seat next to me in my periphery. I thought it was Lee, since the body took Lee's seat, but the voice told me otherwise. "Well, hello, sweetheart," a man's voice greeted ( Read more... )

A/N: in case i didn't mention it before, the chapter numbers for this story are all in Italian.

Perhaps Billie knew how to handle strangers, or knew how to manipulate them, because he did not attempt to make anymore physical contact besides holding out his hand to help me out of his chair. That, or he was just a gentleman, and knew not to push ( Read more... )

Arabella

"Have you heard there's a new kid?"

I turned my head to look over at the source of the question directed at me, my best friend, nicknamed Lee. "No," I answered, and looked back down at the sketchbook on my desk in front of me.

"Well, he's supposed to be in this class," Lee said. I could feel her eyes had never left my face, and they were now ( Read more... )