Jax's Third Person
Jax Grafius was never one to be bored. Whether it be dragging his best friend, Hell Gemino, into exciting situations or chasing after girls, he was always on the move. Socializing was his super power. Despite being a slight playboy, he was kind and caring with a whole lot of charisma. His best friend on the other hand, was the exact opposite.
Hell Gemino was quite the character. He was well known to be shy and reserved. He didn't particularly socialize and when he did, it was with short sentences and long stretches of awkward silence. Even though his name was Hell, he wasn't evil in the slightest. Hell is just a shy boy with an eccentric best friend.
And today was the day that Jax was going to help his best friend open up. While he knew basically everything about Hell, from his favorite food to his penis size, sometimes Hell got this far away look in his eyes that Jax was determined to find out what it was about.
Be careful what you wish for.
With confidence and determination, Jax slips on grey sweats, a pink t-shirt, slides, grabs his keys and heads out the door of his big enough studio apartment.
Traveling on foot down the block to Hell's modest condo, Jax starts to devise a plan as to how he can make Hell more outgoing and open. He wants to see his best friend happy with a nice girl and live happily ever after. But now that Jax thought about it, he'd never seen Hell interested in a girl before.
Maybe he's gay?
He didn't care, love is love. As long as Hell was happy, he was happy.
Jax approaches Hell's complex and trots up the stairs and down the hall to his door, number 512. He knocks just a little too hard and waits for his favorite person in the world to open the door.
No matter what, I'll figure out what goes on inside that head of his.
