He didn't just fuck himself up, he fucked Quinn up too and for that, I will never forgive him.

Quinn is my best friend, then Billy came along and now look. He's gone from being a bright bubbly kinda dude to withdrawn, quiet and depressed. So fuck you Billy. You didn't have to do this. Especially as I know this isn't Quinn's fault.

Quinn's too kind to fuck anyone up. He's such a lovely guy really. I guess I shouldn't really say that if I don't want you to get any ideas but he truly is. He's the kind of guy who always wants to know if you're okay. He likes to treat people and constantly checks to see if they're okay. He makes you feel included. He makes everything alright. Well, we hardly ever see that side of Quinn any more. He's so quiet these days, you can hardly get a word out of him. All I see when I look at him is his heartbreak and it's so painful to see. I always try to reassure him but he just doesn't seem to listen. I wish he'd understand we're doing this for his benefit but he's so wrapped up in himself at the moment that he's blind to practically everything that's going on around him. Unless it's about Billy.

That little thing is such a fucking wanker. Why does he play this game? I know that this is so not Quinn's fault. From the way he used to rant about Billy when they were going out, I know that Quinn could never find it in his heart to do something like this to him. So whenever I see him giving Quinn dirty looks or ignoring him when he tries to talk to him, it just drives me insane, I wanna hurt that little runt so bad and make him feel how much he's hurting Quinn. It's no fun seeing your best friend moping around over an ex. Especially when that ex is a boy.

Quinn never used to be gay. Maybe that isn't the right phrase; it took a long time for Quinn to "find himself". He used to claim to be straight. Maybe he was, I wouldn't know. Sure I saw him with girls and he seemed happy enough but Quinn's a damn good actor, he knows how to fake so well, the number of times I saw him do it in front of his parents. Well anyway, Quinn did go out with girls for a while, years I guess. Then he got all inquisitive. Caught him reading a few 'different' magazines, if you know what I mean. Didn't mean anything to me, I just wondered what the hell was going on with him. After all, he is my best friend and I'll always support him in everything he does, I just wanted to know what he was up to. It took a while for him to come out, but when he did, I was one of the first people he told. Which I thought was pretty damn cool, I know that coming out is not easy. But he knows that I'll always be there for him, so he had nothing to worry about. At first, he was just getting used to himself, he couldn't say things like, "Oh, that guy's so hot", like he did when he used to talk about girls, but you could see, if you were watching the TV or reading magazines, the ones that caught his attention by the look on his face. He raises his eyebrows and has a half-smirk on his face. He thinks he's being discrete. He doesn't realise that those two things alone are a huge give away. But looking at paper guys wasn't enough for Quinn. He wanted a real boyfriend. He knew that it would be so different from going out with a girl and he didn't want to just have a one-night stand or anything like that. He wanted someone he could call his own, someone to love I guess. He searched and searched but he couldn't find anyone. Well, not in Utah anyway, haha, not in Mormon country. We had a co-headlining tour coming up in about 8 months time and Quinn knew this was his chance to escape. Forget about having a boyfriend for now and just go and party his sweet ass off. Then he met Billy.

I didn't even notice. I'm supposed to be his best friend and best friends are supposed to know everything about each other, be able to tell certain things. Not this time. I had no idea. Our first meeting with Good Charlotte was casual, it was at a restaurant, our management team had organised the whole thing so we had no idea what to expect. I got on pretty well with the whole of Good Charlotte but then again, it's not hard to get along with me. Everyone seemed to get on well with everyone else, I couldn't feel any friction at all between anyone. The evening ended on a high note. Quinn came back to mine afterwards, (because at that point in time he was house-hunting and didn't really have anywhere else to live) and the only thing we talked about was Good Charlotte and the upcoming tour. It was good to know that I wasn't the only one who was shitting myself with excitement at the thought of it because it all seemed so exciting and Good Charlotte were so damn cool. We started talking about the different band members and when I mentioned Billy, Quinn didn't say a word.

"Quinn?" I asked, unsure if he'd fallen asleep on me.

"Yeah...?"

"Dude, you freaked me out a little, not saying anything. So Billy's cool, don't you think...? Quinn?"

"Erm... yeah, yeah I guess he is."

"I swear you were talking to him, like, the whole night."

"Yeah I was. He's cool. Real cool."

I stared at Quinn in fascination. His eyes had glazed over and he had the biggest smile I'd ever seen on his face.

"Quinn, do you like him?" I asked incredulously.

Quinn blushed and looked away. "Well..."

I laughed. I couldn't believe it. How did I not notice?!

"Oh my God! Haha! That is so weird! I had no idea!" I laughed.

"Really?" Quinn's eyebrows hit the ceiling in astonishment. I can usually always tell if he likes a girl. Well, I could with girls. I don't know about boys.

"Yeah dude! So, what's gonna happen? Does he know?!"

"Bert, I don't even know if he's gay! Man, this is probably just a little crush-"

"Shut up right now. I bet he is gay and I am so going to hook you two up! Awww, my little Quinny's fallen in lurve!" I said in my best granny voice, pinching his cheeks, much to his displeasure.

"Shut up!" he said, shoving me away. "You're sounding more camp by the minute! If I didn't know any better, I'd think you were gay! And anyway, I don't know anything! I just... like him. Doesn't mean he likes me. We'll just see how things go," he said with a half smile on his face.

I rolled my eyes at him. I knew he was in love. It's so easy to tell with him. He just doesn't stop smiling. And it'd been so long since I'd last seen him smile.