The rest of my Saturday went by at hypersonic speed. It mainly consisted of me attempting to coax a few biscuits and tea into my mother and rereading old books for hours until I ran over to our neighbourhood corner store to grab a few groceries. I watched as the cashier totalled up my price, a whopping $50. It may not seem like much but to me it meant I'd have to wait another month or two before buying new shoes. The only pair I owned having long faded from their pale orange colour, a hole starting to form at the top of my big toe.

After walking back home I warmed up a microwaved meal for mom, praying she'll eat something. She's basically just skin and bones, I've tried to take her to the hospital or a doctor or at least someone who's been through a grieving experience to help her but she refuses and becomes extremely hostile. Plopping the steaming fettuccini dish on the coffee table in front of her, I decided that now would be a good time to run over and collect my clothes from Willow's, hoping to be offered a serving of dinner while I'm there. Does that make me a mooch? Oh god I hope it doesn't, people like that piss me off.

I dreaded the bus ride to her house, not because of the length but for the fact that a sketchy atmosphere took over after 7pm. All of the potheads started to ride around just for fun as they yelled and hooted at the girls climbing aboard, boobs out on display and skirts so short you could see their underwear, all dressed up for a night at the club. Man, our world really doesn't have any respect for women. I took a seat next to a suspicious old man, mumbling to himself about a girl named Mabel. I popped in my earbuds and shuffled my Done with life playlist, trying to comb through my feelings towards the party last night. I knew I wasn't gay but why the fuck would I kiss Charlie back? Things just weren't adding up. I swear guys I DO NOT LIKE MEN! Don't even get the idea of it! I guess my drunken body just felt lonely, craving someone else's touch? Longing to be loved? It had been a while since I kissed anybody but even then it didn't feel how it felt with Charlie.

The sudden jolt and stop motion of the bus interrupted my web of thoughts, signalling I had arrived at my destination. I climbed down the small stairs and made my way up the street to Willow's house. I paused as I stood outside her front door, taking in the view of the trees surrounding it, Mrs. Dalton's garden of flowers leading up to a lit stone path which would take you up to the entrance. Without a single knock Willow pried open the door, hair in a messy bun still with her Xbox headset on, dressed in the same pyjamas she was this morning. She must've seen my figure come through the path.

"What do you want?", she growled, revealing she still was not over me ditching her earlier today.

"Damn Willow you're great and all but you sure can be a real stubborn ass sometimes.", I scoffed at her rolling her eyes as I said this and elbowed her aside, letting myself in while closing the door big cedar wood door behind me.

"Is that Ace Loughty I hear for a second time today?! God must truly be real! Willow darling bring him in here and warm him up some left over risotto!", Mrs. Dolton's kind voice squealed, leaning her head out of the entrance to kitchen.

"No Martha, he's coming straight to my room i need to have a talk with our little Ace.", her daughter replied, grabbing my wrist and dragging me behind her.

"Willow Elizabeth Dolton! I will not tolerate my child calling me by my first name, it's disrespectful! Now treat our guest properly and serve him a meal!", I laughed as I heard Mrs. Dolton's snarky response as we climbed up the flight of stairs.

"Ugh, give me five fucking minutes then you can have your precious little guest stuff his face with as much food as he pleases!", Willow yelled, pulling me upstairs twoards her room.

I stopped her half way down the hall to try and reason with her, "My precious hostess please calm down, it's not Martha's fault I left so quickly. Plus it wasn't that big of a deal, why are you freaking out over it?", I asked curiously, knowing my reference to her snarky comment would help her calm down. I was wrong.

"Oh fuck off Ace! You know why I'm mad.", she replied bluntly. I cocked a brow to show her I truthfully didn't have a clue. Ugh, sometimes it amazes me how the female sex have engraved the idea into their brains that all men can read their thoughts.

"You're serious, right?", her face grew colder with every word she uttered. I shook my head in response gesturing my hand for her to carry on, and man did that girl go on, and on, and onnnnn.

"Ace you always tell me everything! And this morning when you got all flabbergasted from me asking a few questions... it made me upset! Not to mention the fact that it was obvious you were lying when you denied those marks on your neck being hickeys. I don't get why you did, maybe you're embarrassed I- I don't know but it felt like a blow to my heart. This was the first time you haven't shared a major life moment with me! We're best friends you're supposed to be able to tell me anything, I was just excited for you to have your first real high school experience.", she said sheepishly. I suddenly felt guilt crawl into my chest, burrowing far down into my stomach as I saw tears begin to spring from her big grey eyes. I played this whole thing as Willow just being over dramatic, but she actually had a justified reason to be an ass for once. That was new.

I pulled her down to her room and sat down on the pink flower quilt that spread across her bed, patting the space next to me for her to come sit.

"Hey, don't cry Wil,", I spoke in a soft voice as she flopped on the bed beside me, hands covering her face. "I'm sorry I never knew I was being that big of a dickhead, I was just flustered and scared. You know I've never like experienced shit like this before and I'm not too comfortable with discussing it yet so could we please just forget about this and go get some of that risollo or whatever the fuck it's called?".

Willow sat up next to me, leaning her head on my shoulder as I leaned over to grab her a tissue from her beside table.

"Y-yea and it's risotto, but I expect to hear who this mystery hickey-giver is after you're done it!", she replied, standing up and laughing as we made our way back downstairs into the kitchen.

I knew I'd have to find a way to brush her off once again when she began to question me, my heart sunk into my chest as I realized I'd have to keep lying to her. I'm pretty sure she wouldn't judge me for what happened at the party but I still wasn't ready to tell anyone. N-not that there was anything to tell! I mean i'm not gay, I was just drunk! I think? No no I know... I hope.

Authors note: Omg I love Willow and Ace so much I wish I had a friendship like theirs :( Anyways, I'm sorry if this chapter was a bit boring but I wanted to show more of Willows personality and the way their friendship works. It might look a little toxic and it sort of is but i swear it'll get better. I promise you the next chapters are going to be A LOT more interesting!

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