My Turn ( Trillike )
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Billie and Tre were the couple who didn't give a fuck. Love me or leave me style. People laughed at pointed when they kissed, sniggered when they held hands and found any type of affection hilarious. But they simply didn't give a fuck.
Mike. A silent user. While his two best friends hit the bed at night, Mike stayed up with his 'better' friends. All he needed was a lighter, a spoon and his weekly wages to keep him satisfied.
But jealousy hits when the bassist forms a crush for the front man
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