Rehaan and Tevin hop into a cab and head over to Tevin's fancy villa on Street 7, house 13.

Tevin seems to be in a daze, barely conscious. Rehaan helps him off his shoulder and they make their way inside through the gate. As they approach the front door, Rehaan realize it's locked with a password.

"Password?" he muttered to himself. "But Sam never mentioned it." Rehaan scratches his head, wondering what the password could be.

He glanced at Tevin and inquired, "Tevin, what's the password?"

Tevin mumbled, but Rehaan couldn't make out what he said. Tevin leaned in close to Rehaan's ear.

"It's your birthday. 14072000," he whispered.

Rehaan's eyes widened as he looked at Tevin. "My birthday?"

He then turned to enter the password. A beep sounded, and the door swung open.

"He used my birthday as his password? But why?" Rehaan pondered as he followed Tevin inside.

"Tevin, where's your room?" Rehaan asked.

"Um... It's upstairs," Tevin replied, pointing upwards. "It's the room with the white door."

"What?" Rehaan questioned.

Rehaan asks Tevin, "Hey, where's your room?"

Tevin points upstairs and replies, "Oh, it's upstairs. The one with the white door."

Confused, Rehaan asks, "What do you mean?"

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Tevin stammers, "Well, there's only one room with a white door, and it's mine."

Shaking his head, Rehaan carries Tevin up the stairs.

"You know, it's a flush door," Tevin slurs, sounding like a drunk person. "It has a very flat surface for ornamentation."

"What the hell are you saying. it's annoying me". Rehaan says with a smile

"I...I just wanted to let you know. Can't I?" Tevin says and starts to giggle uncontrollably.

"What's so funny?" Rehaan asks, trying to suppress his own laughter.

"I can't believe I'm getting a piggyback ride from you," Tevin manages to say between giggles "You're like my personal chauffeur!" Tevin says

"Shut up or I'll put you down," Rehaan warns.

Tevin remained silent and tightened his grip on him. Rehaan grinned. Rehaan smiles and continues walking until he finally spots the white door. He gently lowers Tevin to the ground and opens the door, revealing a neatly organized room.

They steps into Tevin's room. Rehaan gently lays him on the bed and covers him with a cozy blanket. Taking a moment to observe the surroundings, Rehaan notices that the room is adorned with numerous solo photos of Tevin, some featuring Sam, and a large one showcasing his band. A guitar sits on one side, accompanied by a group photo of the band. Walking towards the table, Rehaan carefully places the medicine down. On the table, he spots a photo frame displaying a picture of him and Tevin from their college days.

Rehaan picks up the photo, remarking, "He still keeps this," as he glances over at Tevin.

Returning the photo to its place, he approaches Tevin and sits on the bed, gently placing his hand on Tevin's cheek and softly rubbing it. Tevin turns his face towards Rehaan's touch.

"Tevin, you're still that spoiled rich kid," Rehaan says with a smile. But suddenly, his smile fades away. "Wait, why am I smiling?" he wonders aloud, removing his hands from his face.

Tevin grabs Rehaan's hand, causing him to look at him.

Tevin opens his eyes and stares at Rehaan intently. "Were you trying to take advantage of me?" Tevin asks, his voice filled with suspicion.

"What advantage?" Rehaan tries to pull his hands away, but Tevin holds on even tighter.

"You know exactly what I'm talking about. That day at the beach," Tevin says, his tone serious.

Rehaan is shocked by Tevin's words. "What the hell...are you saying?" he stammers, unable to comprehend.

"Don't you remember?" Tevin asks, his voice tinged with frustration.

Rehaan remains silent, attempting to get up. However, Tevin pulls him closer.

"Then I'll make you remember," Tevin declares, snatching Rehaan's face and kissing his lips. Rehaan stands there in shock, unable to react.

To be continued...