A/N: language warning (very offensive)

Mitch
Zuko is dying. He was attacked by some random gang people. They beat him to a pulp. And left him with a half smashed skull and broken ribs. And Jack, he's dead too. Lying on a cold metal table in the police station, newly claimed the latest victim of the Night-Fury. And Hiccup, Hiccup-he got away with it. And I know he hired the gang kids to attack Zuko. And I couldn't do a thing about it. I'm a useless friend. I failed. I want there when they needed me. Failed. Useless. I'm just a big screw up. My uncle's right, I do everything wrong. First I turn out gay, then I let my friend sick with his highly abusive family and don't do a thing about it. Now I've got one dead best friend and another soon to be. Stupid, screw up, faggot, me.
"wake up, Mitch, it's time for school"
I bolt upright in my bed. It was just a nightmare. Thank God. I sighed in relief. I haven't failed yet, my best friends were still alive and well, like for the most part. Nightmares like that happen a lot more often now. With the cop/psychopath boyfriend thingy. My little brother was already downstairs and cheekily chatting about his friend (the blonde cheerleader's little brother) what was his name? Norman? Nathan? Something like that. I want paying even half my attention to what he was saying. My thoughts of impending doom and what could happen were over powering and like very depressing. One hundred ways to suck out all the color in life: get your best friend hooked up with a serial killer that intends your best friend to be their next victim. Wow, that sounds like a horrible book. But this entire situation would make an awfully depressing book.

Jack
I'm scared. I don't know what to do. Zuko and Mitch would never lie to me and they're being for me to stay away from Hiccup. But I em style="box-sizing: border-box;"CAN'T/em. I wish they could see that. There's this creepy glimmer in his eyes and I'm scared that if I break things off, he'll hurt me. I love him but I'm scared, and it's not like an exciting adrenaline rush, it's more like a sense of doom. Why does love have to be so confusing? My friends want me to leave my boyfriend and my boyfriend is telling me to leave my friends. Hiccup told me himself that he doesn't think that my best friend are good for me. I love him, but he has no right to say that about them. They've always been there for me and since he showed up everything's turned upside down. And not always in a good way.

Hiccup

Jack's rotten friends are getting to him. I might have to rush the date a day or two earlier. Those pesky boys are more trouble than any detective or police force had ever been. And I've been investigated by the FBI repeatedly. To continue with my masterpiece I'll have to stage an accident for the peppy one and maybe make an agreement with a friend of mine.