Two adolescents sat across from one another on a raspberry red carpet. One tapped anticipating fingers on the floor, and the other stared intently. It had been nearly ten whole minutes of thinking of an interesting and mind-grasping story to live on through the ages.
"A lot of it should be based on our lives."
"Something that has meaning. Unforgettable."
"Attractive, funny, satisfying. Something good."
"Our life story..."
"But based on how it should really be."
They booth looked directly at one another for a brief moment, right after their minute of silence. Their eyes clashed like they both were thinking the same thing.
They both knew.
It was time.
