Nate Howard was an ordinary guy, who lived an ordinary life. He had an ordinary job, ordinary parents, ordinary education, you get the idea. The point is Nate was absolutely nothing special, despite telling himself he would eventually do something big with his life and make a name for himself, and a flare for the dramatic there was nothing unusual about him. He was a slim guy, not particularly muscular, shaggy ash blonde hair and a face that people seem to trust. Working in a garage for the past year of his life since he dropped out of college, he met Guy.
Guy Richards was in some aspects a lot like his flat mate Nate, skinny, short, shy, short brown hair and was a tree surgeon. They met just over a year ago, Guy had accidentally ran over his girlfriends cat in his Ford Focus and got some brain stuck in the gearbox somehow. He took his car to be repaired where Nate was working, the two were both looking to move out, as Nate's parents were both stuck up cunts, and Guy was about to get dumped anyway, they made the spontaneous decision to be flatmates.
See? Two pretty normal guys with nothing out of the ordinary about them. They're actually rather boring! They live in a two bedroom flat in Exeter in Devon, neither of them have an important job role, and both are really just bland, plain guys. They share the same friend group and go down the local pub every Friday and Saturday night, in a shitty pub on the corner of the road four blocks down called "The Freckled Fawn"... and this is where our story begins.
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Time To Kill
General FictionNate and Guy were just two ordinary people, who lived ordinary lives. Two flatmates coasting through life without a care in the world. That is until, they encounter a deal between two rival drug gangs and are pulled into the crossfire of betrayal...
