That day in the forest together was fun, I have to admit. After I finished drawing, he complimented my drawing. The way he described it was as if he was mesmerized or something. I don't think he's seen good art. That's why I gifted him the drawing, lol.

Or was he just trying to be flattering? If so, then he did a pretty good job. I don't know; I'm not that good at reading people. Maybe if I was, I wouldn't be so socially awkward. But that's a topic for another day.

I've never had this much fun with anybody until now. I wanna spend time with him. He makes me laugh, he gives me these butterflies in my stomach sometimes, but not the bad kind. He also likes to make me feel awkward and embarrassed in front of him, which I don't think is a bad thing either. I've gotten quite used to it, actually. Sometimes I do that to him too; I just don't succeed always. Maybe I should work on that.

I've always wanted a friend like that, actually. The fact that he's also the first person to think I'm 'cool' feels... good. I've never considered myself to be cool. I always thought I was this 'nerd with glasses' who is clueless and useless when it comes to social stuff like that. I can't even define it. Maybe I'm not as smart as I thought I was. Or as smart as Billy thought I was.

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"You know, this is the first time in quite a while since somebody got me a gift," Billy said. "Even if it's DIY. If you know what I mean," he ended his short speech with another one of his usual smirks.

"Shut up and stop being ungrateful," I said angrily. Or at least trying to sound angry. I think the grin on my face snitched on me.

"Mhm. Sure," he said, trying to sound unbothered.

"Next time you're not getting anything."

"We'll see about that. I think you're way too nice to keep that promise."

"Don't you need, like, a brain to be able to think?" I said.

"Shut it. Not everybody is a nerd like you."

"You say it like it's a bad thing."

"That's because it is," his voice actually changed for real. He seemed upset. There was this coldness in his eyes while he was looking at me. Did I take it too far?

"Didn't you call me cute the other day?"

"W-what?"

"Cool! I-I meant cool! N-not..." I started to stutter. Where did that come from? That's not what I meant to say.

"Yeah. I called you cute. But I don't recall ever calling you 'cool' though."

"Maybe you have dementia," I said, trying to brighten the mood between us, hoping he forgot about what I said that upset him. Whatever it was.

"And maybe you're schizophrenic. But I guess we'll never know," he said. "Maybe that's why you're so smart."