For the love of my life...BOOK 2!

2 Years

Billies POV

I got out of the car and stared at the house I was raised in. The job was done for my mom, and lucky for us the house was still on the market due to poor construction....but it was a perfect house for us. Tom and I have been living together for awhile, we never broke apart. I was 17, and Tom had recently turned 18. (LOOK, WRITER HERE. I HAVE NO FUCKING CLUE WHAT AGE THEY WERE IN THE OLD BOOK BUT IM JUST GONNA SAY THAT THEY WERE 15 AND NOW THEY'RE 17. THANKS Y'ALL)
I left everything behind in this city. I left Mike, my best friend. But the one person I'd never forget about was Tre. The first love of my life, the first boy.
He probably hates me, he probably has another man and they're moving in together or something.
Mark and Travis visited Boston quite a ton, I guess they didn't want to lose contact with their best friend. I made quite a few friends in Boston, but they weren't compared to friends back here, the sick parties, the amazing memories, times.
(Writer again. I looked up the age of blink 182 and Tom and Travis are 3 years younger. So if Tre and Billie are 17, they'd be 14 and that would be weird as fuck lmao. So I just popped up Tom and Travis's age a year so it's normal. K? Thanks)
I walked back into the empty, small house. I grabbed my stuff and headed upstairs.
"I'm probably gonna find an apartment soon." I hear Tom behind me. I turn around to look at him.
"I'm shocked, Tom. But I know you're 18. I think you should." I smiled and rubbed his shoulder. I walked out of the room to grab the rest of the stuff.

Tre's POV

I got out of my car and sighed. It was October. It was so beautiful out and the breeze will just catch you. The colors, the leaves, everything about fall. It's been two years since everything happened. Billie and I got together, he cheated on me with Tom and I was in such a pissy mood that I couldn't even look at him. Once I understood what happened it was already too late, Tom, Billie and his mom ran off to Boston for two years. I haven't talked to him since, I don't know when he's coming back, but everyday I think about him. I miss him so fucking much.
He probably found someone, moving in with him or something. But I'm waiting for him, I'll always be.

Someone turns me around and I look at him in shock

(Oh who could it be?)

He punches me in the face and yells furiously. "Where's the god damn money you owe me?!" Jax yelled.

(Haha fuck you it's not Billie, sorry)

"I-ill get it to you soon man. Just give me a couple more weeks."

"Pick up 1000, Tre. Or it's gonna be much worse next fucking time."

I look in the mirror to see a bloody nose and a bit of a bruise. I sighed angrily.
I forgot I owed the guy money for buying a ton of acid off of him. I owe $1000. And the next couple of weeks will be shittier and shittier.

Fucking hell. New story means barely any readers. Y'all should shout out this book lmao