Beep.

Beep.

Beep.

I wake up to the sound of the heartbeat checker-thingy, beeping irritably next to me. I groan because of the sudden brightness of the lights, and noise.

I hear a sigh of relief next to me, and someone tackles me in a tight embrace.

"Hey, easy," I manage to chuckle.

The person looks up, and I am met to some amazing blue eyes.

Billy Bob Billyson!!!! He cares!!!!

He starts to tear up.

"I'm so glad you're okay, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you, I swear I'm sorry, I'll do anything-"

"Shh," I tell him, and grab him by his collar and kiss him.

We're barely in the kiss for 30 seconds, when a loud cough interrupts us.

We break apart to find the doc standing awkwardly in the doorway, rubbing the back of his head and holding a clipboard.

"Well, Miss Diamond Sparkles, you have suffered from a cuncussion and several broken bones. Fortunately, you are free to go, and you may want to take a wheelchair, no cost to you of course."

I smile at the doctor and politely decline, and he looks at me strangely.

I look away.

Billy notices this, and bristles.
"Yo, b*tch, might wanna take your eyes off my gurl before I murder you," he says, his eyes turning a dark, deep black. It's incredibly dreamy.

Hold on.

My girl?!?

He loves me! Me with my stupid locks of gold, riches and Skittles. How is any of this possible?!?!

"Woah, bro, I'm sorry." the doctor backtracks.

Billy narrows his eyes then helps me out of the bed and into the hallway.

We leave the hospital in ease, somehow without papers to sign or anything to pay for. Wait- papers? What am I talking about? I think the concussion be getting to me.

Anywho, we hover to his car that's in the parking lot, and I ease into the front passenger seat. I glance into my mirror. I still look okay. Phew.

He drives me back to my house, and he cooks me an elaborate dinner. Who knew the bad boy of Highish Highety Heights High School would wind up cooking me dinner, wearing a 'kiss the cook' apron?

Not me.

**

After we finish eating, he tucks me into bed and whips out a guitar and sings me a love song. To be specific, I'll Take Care of You by the Dixie Chicks.

New favourite song.

Anywho, right when he finishes his song, his phone goes off. He glances down at it, then looks up urgently.

"I'll be right back," he says, the sprints Usain Bolt speed away from my room and into the backyard.

I strain my super hearing to the limit, trying to understand what he's saying.

"No....... 12 o'clock pm on Sunday......... Alone........ Dont say anything......... I'm sorry......" and then he hung up.

Any trace of a smile disappears off my face.

He comes back, and tells me the story of how he managed to get hit by a slow ice cream truck, but after a while he can tell I'm not feeling it.

Frowning, he leans in and gives me a short kiss on the lips.

"Goodnight, Muffin," he says softly to me.

I ignore him as he closes my bedroom door softly. I start to cry.

What is happening to me?

A/N

DUN DUN DUNNNNN
Whaddya think is going on? What is Billy up to? Is he dying? Getting extra help for school? (read other cliche books on Wattpad to find out, hint hint)