3rd pov:
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The second Leigh-Anne entered her house she knew that something was wrong with her girlfriend Y/n. She was gonna wait a bit before asking but her curisousity got the best of her. So after a few hours of pestering she got you to tell her.
She sat next to with two cups of tea. Leigh handed one to you and you gladly took it. "What's wrong?" She asked you. "Nothing." You replied. "Just tell me." She sighed. "Why do you need to know so bad?" You asked her with furrowed brows. "So I can cheet you up!" Leigh stated with a smile. "It's not your jod to cheer me up." You tell her. "Yes it it. Cheering you up is my job." She stated firmly and it was probaly the wrong time to get turned on. "Well then your fired." You tell her cuddling up to the couch. "You can't fire me. I'm union bitch." She says proudly. You smile softly while shaking your head. Sighinf you hand her your phone which has text messages between you and your sister.
As Leigh-Anne read through the messages she couldn't help but wanna punch your sister in the face.
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Short and a cliff hanger to a cliff that has no bottom.
