Edd
(Y/n)=Your Name
you opened the trunk of your car, looking up at your new appartment complex with a smile. 'so, this is London, huh?' You thought, a small smile tugging at your lips. "Well, I love it!" You exclaimed out loud. Suddenly, you heard a voice behind you. "Love what?" You turned around to see a boy in a green hoodie, light colored jeans, (cuse I can't spell) and black shoes. His brown hair was swept out of his face and his hazle eyes held a happy, friendly glow. "Oh, London. It's my first time here" you ecsplained with a smile. You noticed he was holding a bag with stuff for...animation? You wern't compleatly sure. You also saw a cola can in his other hand. "Oh, well I'm glad you like it! Are you moving in here?" He motioned his head to your new appartment complex, smiling brightly, "Cuse, if you are, I live here too!" You smiled, chuckling slightly and nodding. "I'm (y/n) by the way" you say simply, turning back and grabbing your bag, and slamming the trunk shut. You smiled as you turned back to talk to him, but saw he was gone, in his place a piece of paper. You bend down and pick it up, readin it quickly, a small smile tugging at your lips.
It said:
'well, it's nice to meet you (y/n)! You seem nice, and I wish I could stay, but I gatta get some stuff put up. Also, I'm Edd, you should text me some time! Later!'
you smiled, seeing his phone number right below it. Alright, you'd give this 'Edd' a shot...
Matt
(Y/n)=your name
You just simply smiled. Yup, this was the one. It was perfect for your dorm room. The perfect full veiw plus back veiw mirror. Perfect. You smiled, reaching out to grab the tag and go to tell the cashier, but a hand reached out before yours and grabbing it quickly. A frown swept onto your face as you looked over at a tall ginger boy. He was wearing a purple hoodie with a green overcoat, bright blue jeans, and a smile that would usually make most girls swoon. You rolled your eyes,pulling your hand back and turning to walk away when you felt a hand on your sholder. "I'm sorry, were you going to but this mirror?" You turned, seeing the boy, holding out the tag to you. You raised one eyebrow and said, "yeah, but it's all cool. You can have it" but he wouldn't budge. "No, I insist you have it!" He said, taking your hand and placing the tag on your palm. You look at the tag in your hand, then up at the boy with a small smile. "Well...thank you-" "call me Matt, sugar cheeks~" you rolled your eyes and said, "well, if we're ganna be all buddy buddy about it, (yes I just did) you can call me (y/n)" Matt smiled, chuckling slightly. "Well, I guess I'll see you around then, '(y/n)'" and with that, he turned and walked away. You raised a eyebrow, but shrugged it off. You went to pay, only then did you notice something scribbled on the back of the tag.
'Call me sometime!
~Your prince charming, Matt'
You roll your eyes but smile, putting his number into your phone contacts and going to buy the mirror. Why not? He seems nice...
Tom
(Y/n)=Your name
(F/c)= Favorite Coffee
You smiled, looking around the air port for your long time internet friend, Matt, who was supposed to pick you up. You look down at your phone, relizing you got a text from him. You cheak it, your smile falling a little. It said, 'hey (y/n)! I might be a few minuets late, but you'll get to meet one of my friends!' you sighed, your normal dazzling smile returning. Another friend, ok. You grabbed your roller bag, walking it and you over to starbucks. You ordered a (F/c) and Matt's favorite, not sure if you should get one for Matt's 'friend'. You shrugged it off, walking over to a table, sitting down and pulling out your phone. You texted Matt, 'hey, you close?' You set your phone face down, grabbing your coffee and taking a small sip. After a second, you felt the table vibrating, indicating a text. You looked at it, raising a eyebrow. It said, 'Turn around silly!' you shrugged, doing ass the text said, and turned, seeing the tall smiling ginger you had known but never really seen all your life. You squelled, jumping up to hug him and nearly knocking over your coffee. You hugged him, and pulled away to smile at him. "I got you your favorite!" You said, grabbing it and holding it out to him. He smiled, hugging you with a "awwwwww, thank you!" You smile, then suddenly see a shorter man standing behind him. He had a strange apperence. Compleatly spiked up hair and fully black eyes. Besides that, everything was normal. He was hearing black jeans and a dark blue hoodie. He was also wearing a frown. You gave him your sweetest smile saying, "I would have gotten you some too, but I didn't know what you liked" he shrugged, pulling a small flask out of his hoodie pocket. "I don't drink coffee" he said simply. Your smile dropped to a disappointing frown, but Matt turned and said, "(y/n), this is my friend Tom, Tom (y/n)!" You smiled again, holding out your hand for him to shake, but he just nodded at you, taking a drink from his flask. You crossed your arms saying, "not a talker, huh?" Matt nodded in agreement, grabbing your bag for you, like he always said he would. You smile at him sweetly, grabbing your coffee and walking along with them. "So, you still have to teach me spanish" Matt said, looking down at you as you walked. (OKOK THIS PART WON'T BE ACURATE TO REAL LIFE I'M SORRY DON'T HATE PLZ) "sí sí, cualquiera que sea" you replied, your accent coming out thick. You looked back to see Tom raising one eyebrow at you. "¿sabes español?" He asks, making you raise both of your eyebrows. "Sí, lo hago" you reply with a small smile. He returned your smile and nodded.
This might not be so bad after all...
Tord
(S/c)=skin color
(H/l)=hair length
(H/c)=Hair color
(F/g)=favorite gun
(O/c)= old contry
You smiled, letting your already pulled back hair wipe around behind you. You were new to London, and you wanted to take a drive on your moter cycle. You came to a stop light, smiling at the veiw. It was...amazing. you wern't worthy enough to see such a thing, but that's only what you thought. I bright red car rolled up and stopped at you. You heard voices from the car, so you glanced over, seeing a open window and a man with ginger-brown spiked up hair, that kind of looked like devil horns. He finally glanced over at you with hazle eyes, right as the light turned green. He smiled, taking off once again, as if to dare him to try and race you. You heard a few screams, one turning onto a laugh and one cutting off quickly. You looked into your mirror and saw the same car chasing after you. You smiled, going full speed now, and seeing the gun range you had been going to in a short distance. You slowed down, but not enough to let them catch up to you. You quickly turned into the parking lot of the range, looking back and still seeing the car. You smiled, satisfied buy the thrilling race, and parked, making sure your moter cycle was safe where it was. You slipped the helmet you had been wearing off your head, revealing a (s/c) face and a messy head of (h/l), (h/c) hair. You looked around, not seeing the car or the man you had seen in it. You shrugged it off, going inside and showing the person at the front desk your shooting license. At least you felt more at home here, cheaking out a booth to shoot. You grabbed ear muffs, goggles, and your (f/g) on the way to your booth, looking around at the people. You set up, loading the gun and aiming at your target. It wasn't like the ones back in (o/c), it was...creative. you pulled the trigger, hitting the target right in the head, smiling at the dent made in it. You heard a shot to your left, and looking over, you saw the same boy from earlier shooting and making a dent where someone's chest would have been. You also saw two other guys watching him, both I'm red sweaters. One had a bandage over one eye and very bushy eyebrows, the other had his bangs parted at a odd angle that made it look like upside down angels wings. He also looked like he could barf at any second. You looked back and saw the man glancing at you, shooting you a smile this time. He set down his gun and pulled off his ear muffs, signaling for you to do the same-which you did. You raised a eyebrow, smiling slightly. "You're not bad at racing or shooting" You remarked, not letting him speak first. He scoffed, smiling at you and leaning against the booth divider. "I'm not the best, but yeah, whatever. You're not to bad yourself." He said this in a thick accent that didn't sound like he was from England too. You smiled again, letting out a small, muffled laugh. He gathered his stuff, and held out a tiny peice of paper to you. You took it inbetween two fingers and looked at it. It was the initial T. And his number. You looked up again, but he and the two other guys were gone. You shrugged it off, shoving the paper into your pocket. You'd call him later or something...
(OK! I'll add Eduardo, Jon, and Mark later. But I will not-WILL NOT- ADD Paul and Patryk cuse Paultryk is otp and canon)
