Trenton lay back against the pillows. The room was dark, with just the pale glow of the moon slanting in through the four tall, thin windows above his bed. The only light in the room came from the end of his ciggarette, which he took a hard drag from every time another thought hit him. He had received a call: Violent Turn was playing a gig Friday at Chester's. His guitar would no longer collect dust.

He had no idea what to think anymore. About anything, really. He could think of lyrics to write, notes to play, going to practice at Jon's house. Of course, his life was centered on Violent Turn. His band, his creation that he shared with three other people. His core.

It kept the blood running through his veins, didn't it?

He took another drag on the ciggarette. He blew the smoke out of his mouth slowly, savoring the stench of it. Trent didn't usually smoke, but he had the craving, the depression for it. So he had been lighting up all night.

Groaning, he rubbed his palm against his right temple and settled further into the pillows. What the fuck was he doing?

They had a gig next weekend... Maybe he should just focus on that.
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(1 A.M.)

"I'm worried about Trent."

"He's weird, honey." Felice Bennett grumbled.

"Well, yeah, but he's my friend and I've known him forever. And I don't worry about things but he's acting weird."

"He's gorgeous."

"Hey!" Aiden Taylor turned onto his side and knudged his girlfriend, shaking her gently.

"Just kidding... God." She said the last word sarcastically, and rolled over onto her stomach. Her boyfriend could drive her absolutely fucking crazy sometimes.

Aiden grumbled back at her, and lay back against the pillow, still facing her, and stared at her half asleep faced. "You look beautiful with your eyes closed."

The eyes opened only slightly, and drowsy golden eyes glared at him before closing again.

"It's true."

"Aiden, I love you, but shut up. Go to sleep." She wrapped her slender arms around the pillow and nestled into it.

"But I need to talk to you about Trent."

"Trent who?"

"Felice, I think he's on drugs."

Her eyes opened slightly again, but this time she looked serious. Felice hadn't known Trenton Grey for a long time. Actually, hardly at all. He had come over for dinner a few times, and a handful of times to just talk to Aiden, but she hadn't really gotten to know him. But the guy had always seemed kind of strange, although she wasn't lying when she said he was gorgeous. He had wild black hair that was always unkept, blue eyes that could pierce you straight to your soul. But his voice was so... monotone, sort of. No expression, like he just spoke because he had to. But she had heard him sing, had gone to a lot of his gigs with Aiden... and that was expression enough for her.

His voice was even better than his appeal. And that was pretty damn good.

But not that she would switch Aiden for anything. Blinking her eyes to wake up, her eyes focused in on her boyfriend. He had short dark, wavy blonde hair and gray eyes, with lips that made her want to kiss him every time she looked at them. He was shorter than Trent by at least three inches, but then again, Trent was a giant in height, but the boy could use some meat on his bones.

"Honey, Trent is Trent. I doubt he's on drugs. I mean, every time I met him he always seemed rather expressionless and has this pensive attitude... but he had very expressive eyes. That's what I remember. What's changed?"

"His eyes aren't even expressive anymore. I saw him when I went out to lunch with Robbie the other day, and Trent was just... not himself. Babe, you know I don't say anything unless I'm actually worried or anything."

Felice rolled her eyes. "I know, I know, but..." She leaned over and kissed him. "Look, we're going to see him in just a few days again. We can talk to him, see if anything is really wrong."

Aiden stared back at her face. Felice was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, if not the tiniest. She was 5'1, half Japanese half Hawaiian, which was a crazy mix. She had straight, thick black hair down to her shoulder blades, and beautiful golden eyes.

He loved her so much. Too much. A lot.

Aiden smiled, and kissed her back. "Okay, okay. Go to sleep."

Felice gasped and wacked him with her pillow before resting on it again. "Yeah, that's what I thought."

Laughing, Aiden wrapped his arm around her and held her from behind, gently stroking her arm. They fell asleep.
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