"ӇƛᎩƊЄƝ!.."

"Well, I'm better at art than you. And writing. And anything creative!" "Oh, please, art will get you nowhere in life. Athletics, however, will. It'll keep you fit and healthy. Unlike that shit you call art." This was a constant back in high school. Every day. You and Hayden would simply argue over anything. Who was better, who was prettier, who had the most friends. Even who was late to classes more often. But that was in high school, the best days of your life. (I BEG TO DIFFER, BUT ANYWAY- 😔) That was 7 years ago. Oh, how time flies... "ӇƛᎩƊЄƝ!.." Hayden, at the age of 22, is now a (slightly) more mature man. Still got a competitive side to him. And an athletic side. If he's not at work, he's working out or helping his mom out at home. (what a gentleman. If only..😮‍💨) He has black, fluffy hair and deep brown eyes. 🖤🤎. He is 6'3 and is fully american. 🇺🇸🇺🇸 "ᎩƠƲ!.." You may be anything. But you're kinda skint. Really skint acctually. Like, being evicted out if your flat kind of broke. But, you still have a competitive side to you. And still hate Hayden even though you guys hadn't seen each other for years. (The feeling is mutual..😐) But, other than that, be anything you desire! "ƁƛƇҠƧƬƠƦᎩ!.." You guys always argued. Always. Even over the tiniest of things. It was kind of unreal. You both had pretty great friends, but if anyone said you and him were friends, they were HEAVILY mistaken. Some even shipped you, whispered about you both, spread rumours. But they were all wrong. You both absolutely despised each other. "ƧƬƠƦᎩ!.." Like I said earlier, you are broke. You literally have no money. And at one point, no hope, either. Until you saw an advert for a company near you. So, you applied,and a few days later, went for the interview. You brushed up, putting on your best clothes and doing your hair to perfection. When you got there, you walked into the lift and pressed the up button, taking a deep breath. But then... Creds to #Hope_Fully for the idea! "ЄƝʆƠᎩ!.." ❤️