Jess' POV:
Sparing with my best friend Laura is usually how I spend my Friday nights, as fighting is a passion for us both. We we're always either fighting each other or watching our favourite TV show, the 100. Being a fan from the beginning I had no one to fangirl with over the sexiness of literally every single character and cry with over the multiple deaths. When season 3 started up I introduced Laura to the apocalyptic world which she thankfully grew to love also.
Taekwondo finished and we headed to mine to binge watch the first and my favourite season.
"I'd so be a kickass grounder which kills everyone" Laura says at the point where the search party are trying to find Octavia.
"Nah. Grounder sure. But kickass no, your throwing is awful all you could do would be hand to hand combat. Anyways you'd probably be like Lincoln and help the 100." I laughed taking some popcorn and shoving it into my mouth.
"Well at least I wouldn't be a arker like you" Laura scoffed throwing the remaining popcorn from her hand next to my face. I watched it fly right by me and onto the floor.
"Wow great aim, and I am proud to say I would be one of the 100, I'd probably murder like 5 people and attempt to kill freaking jahahahaha the joke." We laughed at the old joke that is somehow still amusing to us both.
"But being part of the 100 so means you'd die. I'd survive so much longer then you."
"You wish" I scold. Turning off the Tv with both of us under blankets on parrellel couches. "Night L"
"Night J"
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May We Meet Again (The 100)
FanfictionWhen two friends are massive fans of the 100 and gets sucked into the dangerous world in the future. How will the two adapt? Will they stick together? And most importantly. Will they survive?
