(f/n) is Friend's name
(y/n) is your name
(F/L) is first and last name
(F's F/L) is friends first and last name
(e/c) is eye color
(h/c) is hair color
(a/c) is any color you choose
((...)) Author's note

You smooth out your favorite button-up shirt immediately after you put it on. Today you were going out to lunch with your best friend, (f/n). You moved to Texas from (Hometown) with her a year ago to go to collage at Texas University. You two have been living ten minutes away from her cousins' house in an apartment near the university. This was all a part of an agreement you two made back in high school. You go to college with her in Texas and live there for a few years, and she goes to live with you in Italy for a while. Today was a special day. This was the last Saturday before the summer vacation was over and you began your second year of college.
"Ciao, (y/n)! I've been studying extra hard lately," your friend (f/n) walks into your room, seeing that you were ready to go. Oh yeah, not to mention that she's been taking Spanish since middle school, and has just recently been taking Italian. You on the other hand, have been taking Italian for over five years, now speaking it fluently.
"Buonjiorno, (f/n), come stai?" You reply, making sure she can still remember the basics to Italian.
"Sto così così," she answers.
"Why are you 'so so?'" You ask.
"Well, I'm a little nervous. You know when you can tell when someone's gunna have a bad day?", she asks and you nod. "Well, around midnight last night, you came into my room without realizing it again, and you kept mumbling until I woke up. That always happens the night before something bad happened to me."
"I did that, again?" You ask her. You still can't believe that you do these things while not remembering them.
"Yeah, and then you walked out and went back to your room. I followed you and I found you fast asleep, as always," she says with a worried expression on her face.
"Damn..." You breath out so she can't hear you. She always gets even more worried when you're worried too. You think of the last time that happened. It was the beginning of summer vacation on a warm day. You two were sitting outside of a nearby Italian café, drinking espresso the morning after you went into her room while unconscious. You only remember a few shouts from somewhere before the catastrophe happened. Out of nowhere, a random hokey stick flew in from somewhere on your left, and smacked right into the side of (f/n)'s head. She fell right out of her seat, and her espresso spilt on her arm, giving her burns. She had to go to the hospital for the burns and a concussion. You remember lifting the stick off of her. It was really weird. The end was covered in dried, and fresh, blood. It was also unusually heavy.
"(y/n)? You still here, or are you in (y/n) land again?" She asks you, snapping you back to reality.
"What'd you say?" You ask, confused. You often go ignore the outside world and go into '(y/n) land,' as (f/n) likes to call it.
"I said, when do you want to go?" She answers.
"Oh, now's fine. I'm all ready," you reply, grabbing your handbag from the top of your dresser. It has your wallet, apartment key, Chapstick, and other small, unimportant objects in it. Your cell phone is in your back pocket, you can't lose that. You can lose anything else, but not your phone. That had your main connection to your family on it; Skype and email.
The two of you exit the fourth-floor apartment and head to the lobby. After reaching the lobby, you get into the passenger seat of (f/n)'s '67 Chevy Impala. ((Yes, a Supernatural reference. It's because I based the friend character off of my own friend, and we are both in that fandom)) Once she gets in, she turns on the air conditioning. You are in Texas, and it is still summer. It's gunna be really hot. It feels really nice on your hot skin, even though the a/c hardly works. The two of you drive for about ten minutes to a nice outdoor café that you know has great food. More importantly, ice cream.
You and (f/n) get out of the car, and she locks it. You have your handbag on your left arm, and your right arm is linked with (f/n)'s. You walk over to the last shaded table outside as someone comes out to take your order. (f/n) orders a fruit salad because they're cold and good for the summer. You decide to get (any food) because you love the taste. Someone comes back with your orders and two waters. You both thank the server and you pull the correct amount of money out of your wallet, as well as a tip.
"I hope this makes up for the last time we went out to a café," you say, remembering the hockey stick incident a few months ago.
"It does... Well, as long as I don't greet hurt again..." She replies, looking at her shoes and trailing off on the last sentence.
"It's okay, you'll be fine," you reassure her with a cheery smile, then placing your purse in the side of your chair.
"Thanks," she looks up at you, looking a little more relieved.
There are multiple people walking around the outside area of the café. There were plenty of people because the café is near the center of a large park. The two of you chat about things like, classes, crushes, and other things. (f/n) says that she likes this one guy in her history class that sits two rows ahead of her. She begs you for your crush, but you honestly didn't like anyone around here. Sure, you've been asked out by a few attractive guys, but none of them were your type. You actually didn't have a type. You really didn't like anyone.
As the two of you carried on about some pointless things, a pair of red, and violet eyes stared at you two. Mostly staring at your unguarded purse sitting beside you. But also looking at how you looked. You didn't seem like you could outrun them, or fight them off if you could catch them. The owner of the red eyes gave his nail-filled bat to the other person standing with him. To the person that owns a unusually heavy and blood covered hockey stick. He moves out from behind his tree and walks towards your general direction.
Your seemingly perfect day was about to be ruined.

((Author's Note! My first 2p! fanfic. I really hope you guys like it. Please comment if you want a certain special 2p! to be Reader-Chan's ( that's you) love interest. If I don't feel like that 2p! would go well in this story, I'll make a special reader insert one-shot for you. Just remember, I love you if you read this. And please tell me if there were grammatical errors. I try my hardest to correct them. Ciao~ Writer-Chan (that's how I'm gunna end my author's notes) ))