"I'm majorly bumming," Julie frowned, a tear rolling down her cheek.
"Baby, what's wrong?" he smiled compassionately.
"I don't even know, Billy. I just feel sad for no reason."
Billy nodded. "Maybe you should take a nap?"
"I'm not tired," she growled, returning her attention to her laptop.
"Well, cheer up!" Billy smiled.
"Thanks!" Julie hissed.
"Jimminy cricket on rollerskates. Who pissed in your Cheerios this morning?"
Julie began laughing at her best friend. "You need help!"
"I do," he grinned, "but it got you to smile!"
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
He watched her eyeing the lead singer of the band, their favorite band. The sole reason they had become friends back in high school: Silverchair. Not many girls loved the group as he did, and he appreciated Julie for her neverending love of Daniel and co.
"I want that," she cooed.
Billy shook his head and met her gaze.
Daniel Johns.
The delicious little blonde singer. He certainly was worth drooling on- Billy had spent many of his own teenage years doing just that.
"Julie?" he screamed into her ear.
"Yeah?"
"I'm going to take a walk, I'll be right back, okay?"
She was dancing to the music and simply nodded. "Whatever."
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
The band's set had ended, and he'd parked himself in the entrance to their dressing room. The perfect location to be noticed.
To get
his
attention.
"Hey there," he spoke in that gentle Australian accent, smiling sweetly.
Billy returned the delicious grin. "Hey."
"I'm Daniel," he offered, shaking the male's hand delicately.
"Billy," he laughed. "I know who you are."
"Really?" Daniel asked with fake surprise.
"Really," Billy winked.