Hey, I know my one-.shots are short, silly and pointless but I like them that way! XD So, thanks to Kasee Lara for helping me with this and… well hope you enjoy. Oh, and read Kasee Laras new one-shot!

I see London. I see France.

Remember that scene in ‘Hair’, when all the hippies steal Claude and Sheila’s clothes while they’re in the lake? I feel their pain, I really do. Replace the lake for the janitor’s closet and the hippies for a pissed off boyfriend and you have me. William 'Billy' Allen. Seventeen. Current location: Maple High School, inside a closet, literally. And how did I get here, you wonder? Let me tell you my story.

It was a day like any other. I woke up in an unfamiliar bed, with an unfamiliar guy by my side. My head was killing me. After gathering my clothes I stumbled out the front door and down the stairs. I found myself stepping out of a crappy department building downtown. I couldn’t remember a thing. Just the party last night and drinking a few shots at the bar…then every thing went blurry. After that I remember a car and this dude with a weird accent. That’s it.

After walking a few blocks I stopped a cab and headed to my house. I’m not a whore or anything like it… just in case you’re wondering. I’m just easy to get drunk and into bed. I promised James I wouldn’t drink anymore… That’s why I’m here today. But we’ll get to that, let me finish my tale. God, my head…

So, after a shower and dealing with my crying mother (in that order) I drove to school. James ignored me all day, except for a few scowls and glares. So at lunch time I confronted him and he dragged me to this god damned closet to have some privacy. I, way too happy that he was speaking to me, followed him. How stupid could I be?

I looked at him. He glared with all his might. I pouted. He sighed and leaned against the closed door.

“So…” I trailed off.

“So, where were you last night?”

I swallowed hard, afraid to look him in the eye I stared at my feet.

“Um…there was this…err…party…” I whispered the last word.

“Party? Speak louder.”

“Yeah…um, that Valerie girl was having a party and Trent invited me and I…well, I went… to the party I mean…”

I was sweating like pig. I could feel his angry gaze all over me and I didn’t like it. There was a long silence and when I couldn’t take it anymore I looked up at him. He was looking at me sadly and my heart melted, I swear.

“And what happened at the party, William?” He called me William! William!

“I…there was dancing and music, well of course there was music how we were supposed to dance if not, huh? Ha-ha…um…”

“Was there alcohol?” I nodded.

“Were there any cute guys?” he smiled. Well, his mouth curved but his eyes remained the same.

“Oh, Jimmy! Please…I’m sorry. I don’t know… I was drunk. Really drunk. I can’t remember a thing! Please don’t be mad…” I cried grabbing him by the hem of his shirt and squeezing it.

“I’m not mad.”

“Yes, you are! Don’t be. I really can’t help it!”

“I know. And I’m not mad.” He said and took my hands in his, bringing me closer. I stared at him.

“Jimmy, you’re freaking me out. Please be mad.”

“No.”

“Jim…”

He shook his head.

“James. Really, quit the act. Yell at me. Punch me. Do something! I just fucking slept with another guy. Again! Please say something.” Something changed in his eyes but the smile was still there. It was really creepy. ‘Specially knowing how short tempered James really is…I should have sensed something then, but when he started kissing me my mind went blank.

He placed my hands in the back of his neck and his own cupped my butt. He kissed me tenderly, for a change, and his hands soon started up my t-shirt. He removed it, breaking the kiss for a second but starting over a soon as my arms were back on his shoulders. One thing I love about Jim’s kisses is that he doesn’t tease; he doesn’t take his time but just shoves his tongue at the back of my throat as soon as our lips meet. This time the kiss was more desperate. I stroked at his hair as he undid my pants and made then fall. I backed away a bit, looking at him in surprise.

“Did you just take off my pants?”

“Apparently…” he smirked.

“We are in the janitor’s closet.” I reminded him.

“That never stopped us before.” he grinned and reached to nibble my bare neck. I pushed him away again.

“True. But we always keep our clothes on…”

“Really?” He attacked my neck again. I couldn’t stop him so I just let him work on that while I tried to unbutton his shirt, but he wasn’t letting me. He turned me around, so I slipped of my sandals and pants, and kissed my back. And suddenly… he just wasn’t there anymore. His lips left my skin; his hands disappeared from my body and I was left alone and cold.

“James?” I asked afraid of turning my head around, but I did and he was on the other side of the door with my clothes in hand. “What…?” I stepped closer.

“You better not come out. Somebody might see you.” he smirked. I looked down at myself. Thank god for boxers! “Billy, you need to learn how to control yourself. Take this as a warning. You won’t drink again. And the guy last night was the last one. Well, besides me, of course. Hope he was good.” And with that he closed the door. I ran to it and pressed my forehead against the hard wood.

“Jimmy? Are you still there?”

“I’m here.”

“I…”

“No. Let me talk. Do you realize how dangerous is what you are doing? Getting drunk every night, going home with total strangers! I’m fucking worried about you. You don’t even know if these guys are psychos or what! Let’s not mention the fact that you are cheating on me constantly. I’m tired of this. Now you are going to stay there and think about what you’ve done, just like you did when you were little…except for the naked part. See you tonight, Billy.”

I listened to his footsteps go away and fell to the ground.

It’s been an hour since then, I think. At first I thought he’d come back but I soon lost any hope that was left. I won’t drink again. I won’t. I just want to get out of here! My ass is numb for sitting in the same position for so long. James you bastard! You’re gonna pay for this! Well I guess he’s right. I should stop. I will, I promise. In fact, I’m going out right now to get rid of all alcohol left in my house! Oh, right, I’m fucking naked here! Thanks Jimmy! I need to calm down; maybe if I run really fast I can get to my car safely… I’ll do that. Relax. James is gonna regret this.

Okay. I’m ready. Better now seeing as everybody is in class rather then during break. Right. One, two, three!

“Oh. Hi, Miss Landson…you might be wondering why I’m naked in the janitor’s closet, yes? Let me tell you my story...”