"I'm having a major meltdown here, Billy. . . again," my voice shuddered, "Please come here, ASAP." I hurried to the backseat, still greatly bothered by my lost sketches. Nobody, as far as I know, could have stolen those. And I'm a hundred-percent sure I never left them unattended. I'm dead.

The classroom's front door bang-ed open and there goes my relief—Billy. He signaled me to come over. I guess missing the first class of this about-to-be-stressful day would be alright since I've got my reasons. Grabbing my slingbag, I ran out of the room. Billy and I quickly left high school before my mom, the principal, could notice.

"I need to at least check my house first. Can you drive any faster?" I asked. I trembled. Billy was looking at me from the front mirror (if that's what you call that). He had that do-you-think-we-could-go-faster-with-Sally? look. I've been thinking of 'Sally' as a name for a while. "Ok. . . I get you."

"I got your texts, Janey. So how the hell did you lose your sketches?" Billy asked as the car entered the subdivision. He was the last person I intended to talk to about what happened because I want him to somehow take a break from helping me all the time. But then, at that very morning, he was the only person I could think of calling. Plus, I'm at school.

"I don't know. Billy, I'm sorry I'm getting you in this again," I rolled my eyes, stressing the last word, "I panicked. I know you should be with Zoe today, and I'm really sorry." Great timing, Jane!

His only response was his deep sigh. From that moment, I knew he was getting tired of all the emergency thingies. Of all the cutting classes. Of all the can-I-borrow-you-from-Zoe(s). I sat at the back of the car, hiding my guilt. Well, that was the only way of feeling bad at myself without him taking the blame. He's the very best friend in the whole world and I didn't want him to tell me once again that 'it's alright'. I've been kidnapping him from everything and everyone and, I did it again. Furthermore, Billy and Zoe were supposed to visit Tommy today. I ruined everything again. Although, there was some consolation for me. I don't get to miss Billy the whole day.

"Janey, look," he murmured. I literally looked at him from the front mirror, "I know I'm the only one you could run to at times like these. That's why I'm doing this. You're my best friend. And I don't regret helping you because I know you'd do the same to me. In fact, you already did. . . a million times." A tear rolled down my cheeks. The edges of my lips curled up and I was smiling. He's the best.

Sally took a left to the garage (or the empty space beside the front lawn). I hurriedly opened the door alongside me and sprinted to my house. My room! I hid it under my clothes this morning. I walked in my closet and bent over the leftmost shelf. My hands started digging my clothes.

I heard Billy come in my room. "Found it? Please say yes," he pleaded. Sticking my head out of my walk-in closet, I asked him to come over. Unfortunately, none! The left shelf just carried a bunch of shirts. We both ran over the whole dresser and nothing. I breathed deeply. Sigh, actually.

I threw myself to my bed, my face kissing the pillow. I'm dead. Well, what's new? I'm always in this kind of situation. I just hope this will turn out okay just like the other events did. "Billy, thank you for being here," I hardly spoke as the pillow in front of me ate my words. He lunged beside me. My body turned over and I repeatedly thanked him. He put his right leg over his left, raised his arms up and put his hands under his head.

Billy was smiling. He was really smiling! How could he? I'm doomed and he's smiling! "What's with the faaace?" I asked him with that certain you're-hiding-something tone. "Janey," Billy spoke, "I think you owe me." He pulled a brown folder from his black coat, not losing that grin. It was a familiar folder. And by familiar, I mean, my sketches!

"You little-" I started as he interrupted me. "Brat? Work on your vocabulary 'cause I saved you, Janey!" he pinched my nose. Without a word, I jumped over and hugged him tight. "Again, thank you so much Billy. For everything!" I grinned then kissed him on his cheeks.

It's you. Those words. It came back to me again. I remembered the night he told me that it was me, regretting my stupidity. I should've told him what I felt, should've been sure of what I thought the meaning of those words was. I should've been strong.