Billies POV
I couldnt believe that I had kissed my best friend. Was this normal. No. It wasnt. But ah well.
Tre walked over to the door, was he leaving so soon?
"Bye, my warm dog." His stomach was still bleeding. I rushed over to him, before he had time to turn around, I grabbed his stomach,
"I want to give it a magical kiss, so it will get better." I said, smirking.
I went down on my knees and then licked the wound clean, I heard him wince, then laugh and kiss me on the head. I tugged his head and he fell to the floor, I kissed him without a second to waste. I loved him, badly.
Mike walked pass the door and laughed again. Shouting 'OOOO' as he walked away. I slammed to door shut, pulling Tre onto the bed. He seemed to hold the back of my neck, making me kiss his soft lips, once more. I knew it was wrong, but it felt so right.
"I love you BJ." Tre mummbled and his continued to kiss me. Suddenly my phone rang.
It was Mike:
"Hey Billie, see you and Tre have become fond of each other. Good for you! Like for real."
"Thanks" I said, he sounded ashamed.
I hung up. I was scared of what he would say next.
"Who was that?" Tre questioned.
"Mike." I replied.
"What'd he say?" He smirked.
"Well he said that he was happy for us both. But he sounded ashamed." I sighed. I didnt what to do, I didint want to loose Mike, he was my soulmate, like I'd said in when we were performing at Leeds Festival. It was in the middle of Letterbomb. My god. I still remember.
"S-S should we stop this madness?" He asked, breaking out into tears.
"No! I dont want to. Its our life, we can do what we want, your my lover and I'm yours and thats the way it will stay, forever!" I stated, hugging him tightly, moving away to wipe away those tears that I caused.
"Good, Cause' I love you BJ, For real." Tre said, kissing me again.
Through out the day, those words of shame echoded through my head, I couldnt even move without crying. What was wrong with me? I was pretty close to Mike, we've been best friends since we were 10. I've known Tre since I was 15. But, I needed to make up for breaking Tres drums in anger over my breakfast being late. My god. I must of been a stressy bitch 5 months ago. Hehe.
I managed to catch up with Tre at dinner. We got a 2 seater table, Mike, sitting with Jason. Tre asked if what I said meant something. I didnt reply. I didnt know what to say, No, it was fake. Yes, It was competely real. I hate choices.
~FIN
