"Billy, I swear, if you leave right now to go to her, don't bother coming back." Zoey said, barely keeping her composure. Billy, standing with his back to the door, his hand on the doorknob, looked at her, the muscle in his jaw jumping, nodded.

"No problem." The door slammed shut with a bang, and Zoey closed her eyes. Billy exhaled, straightened his shoulders, and left Zoey's house, not being able to feel remorse or even guilt for having another relationship end because of the same person: Jane. Jane was more important, Jane would always be more important, and it never mattered what other people thought. He had yet to find a decent girl, aside from Jane, that understood his relationship with his best friend. Maybe I'm done with the whole girlfriend thing, he thought as he got into his car, I've never been upset or even neglected with just Jane in my life, and there's much, much less drama that way… yeah. He was satisfied with his plan until a thought he hadn't had for a while came into his head. I won't have a girlfriend unless that girl is Jane.

As soon as he thought her name, his mind was assaulted by everything about her: her smile, her laugh, her sad, her happy, her tired, her pouty, her puppy dog face. Then… less innocent thoughts came into his head and he had to force them from his head in order to avoid a car accident. Not knowing he was doing it, he drove to Donovan Decker, knowing that at the moment he'd be stopping in front would be the moment Jane would be walking out. His theory was proven. His smile came to his face easily upon seeing her surprise and evident pleasure at seeing him.

"Hey." He said, as she got in the car. She struggled for a moment to close the door, but when he took her bag from her hand she managed to. She turned to him, smiled a grateful, embarrassed smile, and sighed.

"Thanks. I can't even begin to tell what a chaotic mess today has been."

"How did Gray take the news?"

"Of me being a teenager? Surprisingly well. For the time being, I still have my usual job. I don't know how long that will last though."

"She'd be crazy to turn her back on someone as talented as you, Janey." She tilted her head to the side with a raised eyebrow and a half smile.

"She can find someone much more talent, and much more qualified with a snap of her fingers. Trust me, Billy, I have no idea how I've even survived this long." Billy shook his head, a smile on his lips despite how awful the day with Zoey had gone. It was the Jane effect. You couldn't be around for 5 seconds before wanting to smile. She really doesn't get how great she is.

Jane looked at Billy, surprised at how calm and quiet he'd been, how happy. She remembered that Zoey had meant to talk to him today, that something was bugging her again. She cocked her head to the side, oblivious to the immense strain it put on Billy to keep his eyes on the road and not on the way her lips pursed or her eyes grew wider, and especially not on the curtain her hair turned into.

"How did today go for you?" Billy took a breath, and Jane noticed his stomach quiver when he exhaled. She swallowed, blinking to try to remove the thoughts she shouldn't be having.

"If I said it went well, I'd be lying. But… I'd also be lying if I said I was heart-broken."

"That bad, huh?" Jane asked, her mouth pulled to the side and her nose slightly scrunched, showing her sympathy clearly.

"Maybe for Zoey." Jane's eyebrows looked as if they were trying to join forces.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean that I don't get what's up with these girls and their thinking that they're more important than a person I've known for as long as I can remember." Jane groaned and put her face in her hands.

"Again? Really? Billy…"

"What, Janey? I just don't understand…"

"Don't understand what?"

"I just understand what they want me to say to them." By this time, they were parked outside Jane's house and Billy turned his body so he was facing her. "What do they expect from me when they give me the choice between them and you? They know themselves what the answer's going to be, you know? Why do they ask? What's with women, you know? They're all messed up, and PMSing all days of the week." At that, Jane cocked and eyebrow, inclining her head to the side and giving him an oh-you-did-so-not-just-there look. "Except for you, of course. You're the exception." Jane stuck her tongue out at him.

"I better be!"