Asher Montgomery Valentine, District 2, Male, Age 17

"No! That's a horrible idea!" I stare at my best friend in disbelief and horror. We were currently behind a hay carriage, discussing just why, Titus's plan was horrible. Titus and I have been debating whether or not to follow through with his plan, I say no, he says yes.

"Come on, Ash, it'll be fun." Titus exclaims. Making wild hand gestures as he speaks.

"Yeah, if being arrested qualifies as fun." I deadpan, scowling at his previous statement.

Titus just rolled his eyes at me, but that didn't stop a huge mischievous smile stretch its way across his face. Making him look quite diabolical. He raised both eyebrows, throwing both hands in front of him and making an whadda'ya say? gesture. All with a welcoming smile... that also made you want to check your pockets every two seconds to see if your spare change had somehow dissapeared. I sighed, "I don't have a choice do I?"

I turned away from him, in order to look over the hay carriage they were currently situated behind. I looked over the passerbys, squinting. Wondering if my best friend and I could be seen by anyone, we would prefer not to be seen by. I duck down as a man in a grey suit looks my way. I stay down for a few seconds, before poking my head up once again.

"You," He Poked me in the back, gesturing that he indeed meant me, not that it was obvious in the slightest. "Need to loosen up a bit, my friend. Those peacekeeping training academies have really shoved a pole up your butt haven't they?" I turn around to stare at him in disbelief. Raising both my eyebrows in question. I would have loved to raise one, like Titus could do, but over the years it was a skill I had never perfected.

I'm currently training to be a peacekeeper, and yes, the academies are strict. But they need to be, if not nobody would listen. I understood that, but it didn't mean I necessarily liked it. Being a peacekeeper, that is. It was more my parents decision than mine, having grown up in poverty. My parents wanted me to find a job that would guarantee we would never have to face the life on the street anytime soon. And during the academies, you had to also be strict, no room for flirting or teasing there. If so, you were kicked out, gone, never allowed back. Which is why Titus will never become a peacekeeper.

"I mean, you're no fun." He continued, not giving me nearly enough time to retaliate. In fact, that was just what I had been planning on doing, my mouth open to form an O, ready to speak against his words. But he cut me off before I could, I guess best friends really are telepathic. "All you do is work, work, work. And never just lay back and relax." He continued, with a look over his shoulder to the citizens in front of our hay carriage. Making sure, like I had done, that nobody was looking our way.

I did work a lot. At the stone quarry. Which in turn muscled me up quite a bit, along with all that peacekeeper training. But, before my parents had decided on me being a peacekeeper, when we were still poor And practically begging for our dinner, I had taken up the job at the stone quarry. From there we managed to buy a nice house, and I kept working. I still do, but I also am training to be a peacekeeper as well. So, yes I do work quite a bit. But it's because my family and I can't afford to be broke once again, I need to support my family. So I didn't have much time for the 'fun' Titus was suggesting.

"Fine." I say giving in, I close both my eyes and pinch the bridge of my nose. In an attempt to calm myself down. I love Titus and all, but his plans never work out in the long run. "What are we doing again?" I sigh, already regretting my decision, once my dark green orbs- with specks of gold- catch the smile on my best friend's face.

It was absolutely horrifying. I scooted a good few centimetres away from him. Just as an extra precaution, in case he pulled out a mace from behind him and decided to start hacking my head off.

He opened his mouth to speak. After he finished, I stared at him, not glaring or scowling, but not smiling either. "No." I said simply. Stopping him from dragging me into this mess. "But you already agreed didn't you, sire?" He gave me a wicked grin, mimicking the voice of our mayor's assistant. Who everyone knew, but at the same time everyone didn't.

He was the type of person, where you'd see him walking down the street and say, 'That's Manly Brodaer, the mayor's assistant. Twenty-three, he is.' But not know the first thing about his personality or preferences. What he did outside his job. I look at Titus, he seems impatient, still waiting for my answer. When I don't give it, he answers for me.

"Yes, you did agree. So hop to it, we've got some fun to play." I groan. "Let's go." He says, eagerly pulling on my arm. I buddy my head in my hands. And I don't need to see his face to know that he's grinning like a maniac.

"What the Hell were you thinking!" I scream at the laughing boy next to me. The wind shipping at my features. We were currently running away from a very angry salesman. Who had, evidently been the target of Titus' so called 'fun'. I bash into a woman, holding onto a young boy's hand. She looks angry as her hat almost falls off, and the boy is looking quizzically at me. Ginger hair falling in front of his eyes, his baby face scrunching up in Confusion."Sorry." I said before sprinting ahead even further from the young family. I hear the outline of curses the woman shoots my way.

"I wasn't! I wasn't thinking!" I stare in disbelief at the boy next to me. My left eye twisting slightly. He had just openly admitted that he hadn't been thinking, about what cold have potentially gotten us killed. And he says this all with a giant toothy grin plastered sloppily onto his features." But did you see his face! Priceless!"

My left eyes twitches again. That was the redemption. The salesman's face. He made it sound as if it were all worth it. Which it most certainly was not. I duck my head as it is about to hit a dangling sign, hanging from one of the shops. I hear curses thrown our way, as we shove our way out of the crowd gathered in front of said shop.

"You could have gotten us killed!" An elderly man turns around to look at us. His face scrunched together, as if trying to figure us out. I sprint faster in order to avoid the very same from happening.

"But we weren't, were we!" His blond hair is whipping in all directions. Which was a bed head 24/7. I put both hands in front of my face and groan, which probably wasn't the smartest decision, because moments later I had ran face first into a streetlight. "Ow!" I hear a laugh from beside me. Titus is still running and moments later he surpasses me. I regain my balance and continue after him. I se his figure stumbled a bit, he seems to have tripped on a foot or something.

"Do you think we lost Mr. Chybbins?" I ask. Mr. Chybbins had been the business man we had disturbed. Or, well Titus had disturbed. I had merely been dragged into the mess. Titus shrugged. "Probably, even if he had gotten past that massive crowd, there's no way he would find us here." I cocked an eyebrow at him, slowing down my pace to a light jog.

"And why's that?" He grinned at me sheepishly. His blue eyes sparkling, while he fiddled with his fingers.

"Because even I have absolutely no idea where we are." Titus remarks while bouncing on his heels. Smiling apologetically. I groan and burry my face in my hands. "You're joking, right? Please tell me you're joking." I sit down, no longer needing to be standing up, he follows my actions. Padding some dirt from his clothes as he does. Mockingly patting his legs as he sits down crisis-cross. "Well..." He starts looking around. I let out another groan.

"Nope." He says, popping the 'P'. Yet, another groan escapes my mouth. "Hey, look on the bright side." I stare at him, removing my dark hands from my face. But brushing some hair from my face. I look down, considering he is a good few inches shorter than me. "What exactly is the bright side of this situation?" I deadpan, not a trace of emotion on my face. "You get to spent all day with me, helping me think of my next prank." Groaning, I fall backwards, spreading my arms, and just lying there. With both eyes closed, contemplating the many ways that I could kill my best friend.

"So, who should we prank next?" I open my eyes. My green orbs fixtated on the cloud shaped, suspiciously like a cat. "Ash, your thoughts?" He says lacing his fingers together in mock seriousness. He then rests his chin on said fingers and stares at the mahogany tree behind me. "Who said anything about a 'we'." I say, still from my position on the ground, but making sure he sees the quotations near the end of my sentence.

"Ah." He says, in order to hear better, I prop myself onto my elbows, raising both eyebrows in confusion. "You say that every time, my dear Ash. But you always join me the next." He says patting my head. I fall back down, sighing, as I close my eyes once more. "You're an idiot." I deadpan. Not looking at him, I open my eyes and stare at my surroundings. Not another living soul in sight.

"You love me." He says, patting my head and shaking his in exaggerated exasperation. I shoo his hand away from my brown locks, and itch my elbow, the grass had been making it feel simply itchable since I've layer down.

"I haven't got the slightest clue as to why." I respond, my voice sounds bored, but the fond smile appearing on my face tells a different story. He seems to take this seriously, before getting yet another evil smirk on his face. Shuffling back a bit, he puts his hand to his chin, as if he were thinking hard. Snapping his fingers, his whole face lights up. Before speaking.

"I know! Is it my ridiculously hot bod, maybe it's my brilliant personality." He says gesturing to himself. He continues on with ridiculous hand gestures and exaggerated critiques. Until finally I roll my eyes. He sees ,y expression and waves both hands I front of my face. "No! Wait! I've got it! It's my genius skills isn't it?" Shaking my head I stare at the clouds. Leaving him to contemplate my actions. "Does that one look like a cat to you? Because I swear that it is." I point to the same cloud I had been eyeing earlier, which still looked suspiciously like a cat.

"No, Ash, that ones definitely a pig." He says shaking his head, looking at me as if I were the idiot out of the pair. "Look, there's its tail, and over there are its ears-"

"No. That its legs and-"

"It's legs? That! No way! I you say I'm the idiot."

"Well, listen here...

It's fair to say we spent the next thirty minutes debating whether it's a pig or a cat, until the cloud finally changes shape, and we can both agree that it was in fact, the whole time, a bear.

Asher. Cool yeah? Titus is definitely fun. And despite all of Asher's complaining, he really does care for the loveable idiot.