My handsome roommates (afsluttet)
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•DANISH STORY•
Loren og hendes veninde, Elena, flytter til New York for at gå deres sidste år i highschool. Men fordi de ikke har penge til en lejlighed har Elenas storebror, Kevin, nogle venner som de kan bo ved. Hvad sker der da Loren og Elena kommer til at bo hos nogle vildt flotte 3.g'ere. Og hvad sker der når man skal dele værelse med dem? Eller når man finder ud af at de er nogle players?.. eller er de nu også det?
Hvad sker der når en masse problemer og diskussioner dukker op? Og hvem kan man stole på?
FIND SELV UD AF RESTEN;)
*Læses på eget ansvar*
*sexscener kan forekomme*
*bandeord kan forekomme*
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