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"man, i just don't get it. why would he want to break up with me?"

a week passed with no word from billie or gerard.

"i don't know, man. why would billie go off with trè if we were hitting it off good?"

frank and mike hung out every other day after school, it was about the same routine, smoke, watch sitcoms, eat, play music, and sleep.

"no, i made a huge mistake!" billie retorted.

"at least you didn't get cheated on." gerard replied, his mouth full.

they were both at a fifties style diner, sharing cheese fries.

billie dropped his head on the table, and groaned. "i'm such an idiot, i swear. now, i can't even talk to him! because he's mad. well, i'm pretty sure he's mad, i mean. i deserve it any fucking ways."

gerard finished chewing, and shook a fry at billie, who wasn't looking. "maybe it wasn't meant to be."

"but it was. we were supposed to be together."

the other boy shrugged.

both parties went back home.

billie's mom had the talk with him about drugs and alcohol, and how he should be more careful. she said she'd let this one slide.

b: hey mike

b: i'm rlly sorry

b: i mean it like i'm really fucking sorry u shouldnt had seen that

seen at 9:45 pm

mike really wasn't in the mood for texting. he wasn't in the mood for talking, walking, or getting dressed in the morning.

b: mike i'm really sorry please understand i was fucked up

mike tossed his phone onto his bed, and stared into the mirror.

he picked up the shaver.

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