A/N: I hope you got what you were looking for. A friendship story from two different sides, but not like any other story you've read. Plot twists will happen! Enjoy!

Jerome brushed his messy bacca fur. He put his arms into his suit. Today was the day he earned his diamond axe.

"Jerome, you don't stink!" complained Jerome's mother.

"Did you apply your parmesan deodorant?" Jerome's father scolded.

"Dad, you know I hate the smell of parmesan!'

Jerome put on the deodorant anyway. He ate a breakfast of raw fish on toast, his least favorite. Jerome never really enjoyed being a Bacca, but it was his life, and there was nowhere to go.

Jerome's parents were very old-fashioned, and filled Jerome's head with all the Bacca laws and rules. "Players are the enemy." "Never eat cooked fish." "Always wear your parmesan deodorant." "The only weapon you should kill with is the axe."

Jerome and his parents left their shelter, and walked to the large tree. The Baccas were nomads, and they were always on the move. Jerome and his parents climbed to the top, leaping branch to branch. Most of the other baccas were already there.

"Hey, Jerome. I can tell you really don't care if you get your axe or not," teased David, the most popular bacca.

"I do!" insisted Jerome. "I'm gonna go chop skulls with my Betty."

"Really?" David scoffed. "Betty? That's such a dumb name! Oh, maybe I'll name mine's Patricia."

Jerome turned away from him. The tribe leader stepped onto a stone pillar. All the baccas silenced.

"Today, our young boy and girl baccas become full adults, by receiving their diamond axes," he said, pacing across the small stage. The audience applauded. "Parents, pull your ingredients from your satchels," the parents did as so. "And craft it with your sons or daughters."

Jerome's mother gave him three diamonds, and his parents put down a stick each. Jerome's nervous hands fumbled, and a diamond dropped into the opposite corner. A diamond pickaxe formed in the crafting bench.

"I told you we should've gotten him crafting lessons!" yelled Jerome's mother to her husband.

"That would make us look like we aren't good parents!" replied Jerome's father.

Jerome looked at everyone else in the ceremony, the new full adults of a Bacca tribe.

David stared at Jerome with a wicked glare. "Can't even craft a diamond axe, how will you ever be a real Bacca?"

Jerome ran off. Away from the ceremony, to a faraway tree. He made a fort in the leaves and hid. The diamond pickaxe was the color of tears, the tears coming from Jerome's wide bacca eyes.

*Mitch singing in the shower*

"Leather hat and pants, boots with the fur!"

"With the fur!"

"The whole club was looking at Benj!"

Right then, Mitch's roommate walked in. "Hey dude. Nice tunes."

"Matt?" Mitch said, startled and naked. "Get out, I'm bathing!"

Matt continued to brush his teeth. "You know, if we're ever gonna live together, we have to get used to each other."

Mitch got out of the shower and dried off. He put on his suit and walked off to the attorney's office. Matt worked as a fast-food worker at Herobrine's Wicked Burgers. Mitch didn't really enjoy being an attorney, but it was good money in the big city.

Mitch's boss, HuskyMudKipz, was giving out new cases to the attorneys. Everyone in Notch City were born with a name, and given a new name by the city council when they reached 18. Mitch's happened to be BajanCanadian.

"Okay guys, we had a major robbery from a hospital," he said. "We're talking god apples, potions, and redstone computers. I'll need one of you on the case. Diamond, I'm choosing you."

Mitch flipped his briefchest. "What?" he yelled in anger.

"Bajan, I specially selected this case for you!" Husky (Quentin is his real name, but let's pretend we only know him as Husky- for now…) said. "There's a barking wolf in an apartment complex off of Jeb Boulevard, and the neighbors want to get the dog removed. It's a big deal."

"But why can't I work the big robbery?" Mitch complained. It was no use. Mitch was stuck with another dud case. It got him money, but he wanted something exciting, that the other attorneys got. A drug bust, a PvP murder, a shooting! Mitch thought to himself. That's what I want to do.

"Sorry," TheDiamondArcher said, batting her eyes in a mockish way. "Maybe someday Husky will actually not take you as a joke."

Mitch knew he was capable, if only someone could give him a chance.

A/N: TheDiamondArcher, hope you enjoy being in my story! PM me if you want to know more about your planned character importance! Anyone else want to be a character? Comment below! I hope you enjoy my story!