A seemingly fairytale romance between the two most powerful people in school was thought to be a match made in heaven because of their similarities.
Except that their similarities are the things that drive them apart.
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Handing out invitations was only the beginning of the party planning madness. Danielle forced Dana to drive to the nearest outlet mall to buy decorations but ended up purchasing more clothes than streamers. To her defense, she didn't have any 18th birthday party-esque clothing in her closet. Dana naturally wandered off in search of a present for her friend and spotted a lone Billy Hargrove in the jewelry department.
"Fancy meeting you here," she said, slightly surprising him. "Are those 10 karat diamond earrings for you?"
"No, I'm shopping for your friend but I don't know what the hell she wants," Billy sighed. He'd been here for half an hour looking at earrings. "Steve Harrington said she liked gifts with substance."
"He'd be right. Don't give her money unless you're her dad and can afford to write a $200 check. Then you can give her money."
"I just wanna impress her. This is important, right?"
"Yeah, sure. To be honest, I didn't think you cared about her that much. I thought you were just a fuckboy."
"Well..."
"Don't say anything to ruin that," Dana said. "But you really like Danielle, don't you?"
Billy shrugged. "I guess."
"Well, if you really wanna make yourself look good, give her something sentimental. She loves that soft, emotional stuff. Do you know how many scrapbooks and picture frames I've given her? You'd think I'm obsessed with the girl."
"But aren't you two best friends? I can't just take a picture with her and then frame it as a gift. That's fucking weird."
"Then give her something personal to you. If you like her so much, giving her a piece of yourself would really show that you care. She'd like that a lot."
Billy nodded. "Thanks."
"No problem."
"Hey, um, do you think I'm Danielle's...type?" He kicked himself for getting stuck on Steve's jealous ex-boyfriend banter.
"Type? Danielle doesn't really have a 'type'. She's open to anyone cute but don't take that as a free pass into her pants."
"Whoa, I'm just trying to buy her a birthday present. I haven't even thought about sleeping with her."
"Sure you haven't. Just know that she's not one of those spineless bitches that may be fiending over you on a daily basis. She'll eat you alive if you screw her over––and I'll finish you off if necessary."
