Together they were unbeatable, the perfect team. They were like Yin and Yang, complete polar opposites but perfect. For one, Tye's hair was a startling ginger, poking in all directions, while Xavier had sleek, navy blue hair. The redhead was always ready to try something new, which often got him into trouble, and Xavier was always nervous about anything new; the only time he relaxed was when he'd had a few drinks. Xavier was now alone, with nobody to coax him into doing anything he'd learn to love. "Tye, you can't go in there! There's barbed wire...and signs! Warning signs!" He had fretted, only to be ignored. The navy haired boy gripped the wire tightly as Tye moved through the seemingly abandoned savannah. How was he to know that explosives were laying in wait? How was he to know that was the last time he'd see his love? His lips, slightly pouted in his slumber was only a faraway dream... Xavier was jolted awake from his nightmare by a toddler, who was also a nightmare. Tye had always been the one. He always would be.
