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Rivalry: Two Best Friends

Somewhere in a small town, there were two best friends named Ashley and Stefano. The two were inseparable and had been so throughout the years. Recently however, one of the two had left the other one behind without context or reasoning. This is the tale of the two friends; and another one named Nate Rileys.
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Nates alarm went off at seven-thirty sharp, It was a Saturday and he rubbed his eyes and turned in his bed. Quickly getting out he pushed the snooze button on his alarm, then unplugged it from the wall. After getting his bearings, the youngling reached for his glasses, taking them out of the protective case and sliding them on before heading to his dresser to change out of his "Walking Dead™" Pajama bottoms.

After he was dressed and ready to go, Nate quickly checked his phone, wondering if his new best friend was up and awake yet and began texting him, he wasn't sure what would make him seem obsessive so he kept things short and clean: Hey man, you up ? After he sent the text, Nate figured he should probably leave a note saying where he went for his parents and began making his way to Stefano's.

Rivalry: Two Best Friends

Name- Ashley Nores
Gender- Female
Age- Eighteen
Hairstyle- Curly ends, front bangs, long.
Hair color- Dark Brown
Eyecolor- Hazel brown

Height- 6'2 Ft.
Weight- 140 pounds

Personality- Tomboyish, Jelous-type

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And then the new bf

Name- Nate Rileys
Age- 16
Male
Hairstyle- Curly and thck, short
Hair color- Jet black
Eyes- Vivid Green
Height- 5'8
Weight- 155
Extra- Wears Black-frame Glasses

Personality- Chill, Intelectual,

Rivalry: Two Best Friends

Messed up.

He's Crazy!

Tyler continued to make his way to his destination, quietly opening the doors to the shop and hearing some slow, beautiful music playing throughout the shop, a rarity that someone skilled was at the helm of the old piano in the corner. He usually ignored the players but this one managed to grasp his attention. As the song continued on he realized he hadn't gotten his order yet, turning his attention to the counter and purchasing the usual: For him, it was a "Chocolate Melt Extreme" an ice cold mocha with fudge at the bottom and a bunch of off-brand store bought chips for a dollar, there was also the option to make it into a twist, adding a variety of different flavors, but he was usually fine with just the basics. His mother usually always wanted him to bring her back some coffee as well, liking it bitter and black as night.

As he waited for his order to be done, he moved his thoughts back to the piano player; he studied her from distance, back against the wall near the counter and his hands in his pockets. He had always wanted to try his hand at an instrument but his father had forbidden it. "The day you learn to play any instrument is the day i'll roll in my grave" he said doubtfully, looking at his son with a doubtful smirk " You can't even stand being in school for an hour extra.. what makes you think you have it in you to go to music lessions ?"

Tyler had a slight grimace on his face as the memories continued to flood in, almost not noticing the gaze from the worker behind the counter, the two drinks in a nice cup-tray and he quietly appologized taking them from her hands and hearing the music stop. As he was making his way for the door he was surprised when he suddenly felt a hot, scalding burn hit him straight in the chest and drizzling down to his stomach...

Biting his lower lip he looked at the large stain on his shirt, one he had gotten from a concert a few cities away, he had seen one a band with his sister, who had moved west when she had gotten the chance. A favorite band of hers called "Ashes for My Love" one of the bands most people would think something was wrong with it's listeners. The kind of death-growling screamo bands where all the members look like their dads beat them occasionally.

Realizing he needed to react, say something or maybe even yell at the person now in front of him he recognized her as the one playing the piano moments earlier and saw the distress on her face as she looked every-which way for something to clean up the mess. "... it's fine, I got it" he told her calmly, but his voice revealed he was slightly irritated. Knowing that this could have happened to anyone, he quickly turned to the counter. " It was my bad, I should have watched out... you guys got a mop, right ?" he asked the girl behind the counter before she nodded and went to go retreive it; leaving the two alone with their stained clothes...

He's Crazy!

Name- Tyler Miles
Eighteen
Hair- Dirty Silver, over eyes in length
Eyes- Bright, Sickly yellow.
Personality- Split Personality Disorder- Calm and Serious, to Cheerful and Esstatic
Height- 5'6
Weight- 148

History- Tyler has had mostly, a normal life but sometimes his disorder gets in his way, he can easily shift from being his usual nice self to someone quite more expresionless and demented. Part of this might be due to his father, who abandoned him at a very young age and never came back, blaming his failing marriage on his own son.
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He's Crazy!

Somewhere in the east coast of California, there was a small city known as Drava, It had a few schools, banks, gas stations; the list goes on.

In this town was a young boy with a split personality. At times he could be really ecstatic and cheerful, other things things got a little weird. Walking down the street in his usual black overcoat, the boy was on his way to the coffee shop just a bit down the road from his Mom's house. He was planning to move out soon since he knew that she couldn't stand him ever since the fight had broke out about four years back.. His father, a burly man who had worked night-to-night to keep the place running had lost his patience once again in the middle of the
day, angry with how his own flesh and blood liked to portray himself. "You look like a fuckin' punk, why the hell'd you let him dye his hair for anyway ?, Kid looks like shit with that mop." his dad had said with a overly aggresive tone, flipping through the daily newspaper for a bit.

Normally things usually calmed down after that but his dad kept eyeing him, a disgusted look stilled on his face before he quickly moved from his seat at the dinner table and quickly grabbed him by the arm. "No son of mine is going to look like some piece of garbage..." he said before starting to rush him towards the bathroom.
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Tyler snapped out of it as a car nearly ran him down in the middle of the street, he was in a cold sweat and he heard the angry honking as he looked over to the streetlight which had turned red and he saw the big Red hand motioning for him to stop; it occured to him though, that stopping in the middle of the road wasn't the best choice of action. Quickly, he pulled up his hood and ran across the street, only a block away from the coffee shop.

Hey Guys! I'm New Here!

I cannot wait to have more conversation fellow Echer owo

Also maybe an rp with you sometime in the future owo @Gravicity Tron