Solitaire
It was like a game. Solitaire. The rules were simple enough. Match up all the cards. Aces in the corner, and the 2s on top. There were the clubs, spades, diamonds, and the most important. Your hearts.
This was how he observed it. He was the 2 of spades. Sam, one of his best friends, was the 2 of clubs. And then there was him. Oh, how he hated him. And said him happened to be his best friend.
Danny.
Danny was the heroic 3 of hearts. It broke his heart as he could see Danny and Sam fit so perfectly, while him and Sam repelled. Kinda like magnets. Opposites attract. Danny was red and Sam was black. Great.
Tucker sighed as he stared at his computer screen. A game of Solitaire was opened. He had been playing it when he began thinking. He was almost finished with the piles. The card he held was the 2 of clubs. The only spot open for it to go to held a 3 of hearts. The card in the next pile was the 2 of spades. It mocked him. Tucker and Sam would never be together. It would always be Danny and Sam. Locked in a game.
Solitaire.