Notes from PhotographicSinger97: Alright, so my friend vikwhis13 is doing the 100 Themes Challenge. I found a similar one on DeviantART and am doing it! Only for fun though, I am mostly using it for its one-shoty-ness. ALRIGHTY so this is my VERY FIRST one-shot!
*I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING (this goes for all 100 stories)*
Chapter 1: Theme 1: Introduction
On the neon orange couch in apartment 2J, four teenage boys played Call of Duty: Modern Warfare 2.
To the far right of the couch, the tallest boy sat. James Diamond was the oldest at seventeen and three quarters. He was the 'protective older brother' of the four boys. Sporting a grey, black and white button up over his lucky v-neck, blue skinny jeans, and grey-black Converse, he smelled of Cuda man spray from a mile away. Out of his pocket stuck his lucky comb.
Sitting directly in front of the TV was a small Latino boy. Carlos Garcia was the second oldest (even though he never acted like it) at seventeen and a quarter. He was very good at reading people and was the most compassionate. Wearing jeans, a white t-shirt, a purple hoodie and green Converse, Carlos patted his helmet twice for good luck before starting the next round.
Perched on the couch's arm, a blond boy furrowed his eyebrows. Kendall Knight was the third oldest at sixteen and a half. His grey t-shirt was wrinkled and stained with soda, his red skinny jeans were torn at the bottom and his black Vans were untied. He cursed in frustration as he was killed yet again, his temper beginning to show.
Plopped in a green bean bag next to Carlos, a small, pale, raven-haired boy stared at the screen, all his attention focused on the current round. Logan Mitchell was the youngest at sixteen and, therefore, the most vulnerable. He was the baby of the group. In his two sizes too big muscle shirt, green skinny jeans (that didn't seem so skinny on him) that just barely hung on his hips and yellow, white and silver Vans, he had obviously never grown into his 'freshman clothes' as James put it.
The four boys were each other's light in total and utter darkness. They knew each other better than they knew themselves.
Notes from PhotographicSinger97: Well? Whatdidyathink? This was the shortest thing I've ever written. I don't even consider this a one-shot because a) it's stuff everyone knew and b) it was an 'introduction'.