Rye in Magenta

Prologue - 2

Did that doofus over there bore you to death with his so-called "Bored to Death" monologue? Hope not, yeah.

Myself, Lisa. Lisa Behringer. Reporter, Broadway News, Los Santos. Oh, I am so sorry, I work as a news reporter on one of the major news channel broadcast across US.

Don't tell me you guys really thought this story was about Rye.

If you did, well, it's not his, but our story (wink).

"Can you stop this stupidity about the story being ours for once, Lis? The story is about me and me alone." Exclaimed Rye, Moving closer to me.

"Are you sure, It's only about you Rye?" I asked, raising an eyebrow and twirling the strands of my red mane, giving off my most intimidating look.

"I guess not, Lis." He said giving in.

Of Course, poor Rye could never resist my glares. He just gives in so easily. Don't worry about him at all though. He is a great guy, just socially awkward and lives on facts and whatnot (Rye is screaming about not being a nerd or genius or whatever, but if it's his story I can't exclude the major facts, can I?)

He seems like the kind of guy you'd hate. Someone so arrogant and bland, with no taste whatsoever in his choice of words. You wouldn't want to read about someone like that, yeah?

You have to trust me on this one. This is the first time in my life I've seen him so lively, He wants you to thoroughly enjoy this experience with him exactly as he did and SURELY he will not bore you... right Rye? I asked as I punched him softly across his cheeks. He is just so adorable.

"Yeah, I promise." He replied, somewhat sore-faced and sullen.

So, with that out of the way...

About me...

That can wait.

You will get to know me well enough soon.

Let me take you to the moment where it all began.

The point where our lives changed forever.

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