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𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐘𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐋. 𝘏𝘖𝘜𝘚𝘛𝘖𝘕 , 𝟱:𝟬𝟬 𝗣𝗠.
TWO WEEKS LATER,TREY STOOD LOOKING DOWN AT HIS MOTHER. It was a thursday, and all he could think about was how his vists were so quick nowadays he would pop in, and then leave. Not even staying more than eight minutes. He didn't know what it was, but his heart was heavy and every time he seen her the tolerance he built up to seeing her this way started chipping away.
Her bills will always be paid by him, but his heart can only bear so much of this shit even if he won't admit it.
He was barely in his mother's hospital room for more than five minutes today before he turnt on his hills and immediately left out the door and went back to his car. Not sparing nobody a glance as he did so.
But as he was sitting down in the driver's seat, his phone started ringing. He didn't look at it because he unfortunately knew who it was, lamar, its always lamar, especially recently, but even then he deep down hoped it was a certain guy who had his number instead.
A certain fair-skinned blue eyed male he couldn't stop thinking about.
A certain male he had looked up "the villainous saved the hero" for as soon as he got to his apartment because he wanted to know more about the book he was reading for one reason or the other.
Even if it told his self it was because he wanted to know why he was so curious about it, it was because julian liked it. That's why he asked the name of it in the first place. He deep down knew that.
He remembered going home, taking a shower, lighting up a blunt and then throwing his self on the bed after leaving julian's house. Then before he knew it, he was pulling his phone out and looking up the book name.
Like that's it, and trey did it on a whim because he wanted to learn more about him.
The one he helped bake cookies with, and the one who stitched up his right arm, and cleaned his other one.
