1. New friends

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~~Elliot
I struggle to keep my eyes open as the fruity elixir pumps sluggishly through my veins, the sickly sweet taste still lingering on my tongue. No matter how hard I try, I cannot bring my mind to focus. I can hardly remember anything at all. Including my own name.
"Hurry, walk faster." A voice calls from beyond my blurry reality. I stumble into an extremely narrow passageway, and lean heavily against the wall. I take gasping breaths, and wipe the sweat off my face.
"Come on, we are almost there." She says, then yanks me to my feet. "I'm so sorry."
I cry out as she shoves me through a bright portal. I land in a heap on the other side. Dizzy and confused, I stare at an unfamiliar concrete floor, and attempt to regain my strength. It doesn't work. As I try to prop myself up, my arms give out, and my skull once again thumps against the cold stone. Note to self: Never teleport again. Even if by accident. I'm so done with all things magic right now.
I groan. "That was not supposed to happen."
The silence of my new location is eerie, and I look around. The darkness is complete, and thick. Then there is a screech, and I reach up to my own mouth to make sure it is not mine, but it is in fact someone else.

    ~~Victoria
    I creep down the stairs on my mission for a freeze pop. For some forsaken reason, my parents decided to place the freezer in the creepy basement. That means that if I don't want to get caught, I'll have to perform my operation in the dark. The cold concrete chills my feet.
You should have brought socks. My mind criticizes me. Oh, my apologies, I think sarcastically, remind me next time I suddenly crave freeze pops at five in the morning after a parental party and no sleep for thirty consecutive hours to remember socks.
    I tug open the freezer door as quietly as possible, the lack of internal lights annoying me and relieving me at the same time. I feel around for the box. Suddenly, around the corner there is a glare of light, a series of thumps, and the light disappears. I barely hear a small groan and mumbled words.
I ignore it. Probably some hungover jock whose parents left him here last night. Unfortunately, my temporary interest distracts me from pulling out the freeze pop box correctly. It's almost like slow motion. My adjusted eyesight sees the box tip, then fall onto the exact spot my foot happens to be resting.
My toes feel like they have been shoved into a metal compressor. A yelp escapes my lips, and is immediately slapped over by my hands in a panicked effort to not be heard.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to startle you." The hungover guy speaks in a clear, yet soft voice. He has a faint accent. What is that, Irish?
I whip around to see a comparatively attractive teen, roughly my age, with raven black hair that looks as if it were used to being styled to perfection. Despite the dirt and mysterious scum on his clothing, he looks practically royal. His costume sure looks like prince attire. He is on the floor, propped up by his arms. The thing that stands out most is his eyes. Emerald green and sparkling with innocence, they grab and hold my attention. I wouldn't mind having him creeping in my basement, except for one small detail.
"What are you doing here?" I whisper a little too harshly.
He looks around blearily. "I'm not entirely sure..." He says, blinking in the dimly lit basement.
"The party's over, dude. You better skadoosh out of here before my parents find you." I scold.
"I have no idea where I am. May I stay for awhile?"
"That's ridiculous! How am I supposed to- whatever. You can like, hide in my closet or something." I gaze at the box on my foot. "Do you want a freeze pop?"
The stranger looks utterly lost.
"You didn't drink that much, did you?"
A flicker of a smile dances across his features, but his facial expression soon returns to confusion.
I roll my eyes and pick a green one to match his outfit, and throw it at him. His arm shoots out, and he catches it with one hand.
"Impressive." I say, and I mean it. "Not many people can catch a freeze pop hurtling at them while hungover. Especially left handed. Honestly, I was hoping to hit you in the face"
He looks offended.
"What? It would've been funny. Catch a joke." I chuckle at my own lame pun. "Catch a joke. Heh." He still looks lost, so I shake my head again, "You needed waking up anyway."
"I don't understand. I am already awake."
"Who was supposed to be your designated driver again?"
"My what?" He asks, even more completely lost.
I sigh yet again. This is going to be interesting.

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