𝕤𝕚𝕩. 𝕗𝕚𝕧𝕖. 𝕗𝕠𝕦𝕣. 𝕥𝕙𝕣𝕖𝕖. 𝕥𝕨𝕠. 𝕠𝕟𝕖...

01 ~ Sleepovers

Adam Jones was a strange boy, to the outer eye that was. But to his close friends he was a saviour. Adam was not like most boys, he did not like football, he did not flirt with every attractive girl he walked by. He was special, and his friends loved him. Adam was calm, caring, never judged anybody at first look, but if you insulted any of Adams friends, he would not just stand aside. He was fierce, protective and loyal to those he cared for. He had short brown hair and soft blue eyes, that looked like ice. Adam was an attractive young man, with his sharp jawline and the way he held himself, with pride.

Adam thoroughly enjoyed reading and was usually found at his local library, searching for a new book to get lost in. Him and his other 4 friends were definitely the adventure type, yet he was the one in the group that looked at the map, or researched the history of the place they were next planning to explore. He held a passion for literature and found that his reading had actually came in handy. More than once. You see Adam has a special talent, a gift some say, a punishment others may say. He had the power of Ice, to control it, manipulate it, spread it, Anything really. Adam found this interesting as he was the only nineteen year old boy he had ever heard of having this power. He lived with his best friend, Callum Black, in an old apartment building, built sometime after the second world war. It was quiet where the two boys lived. However not entirely quiet since their other friend lived right down the street.

Callum Black. The stereotypical nineteen year old boy. He had soft brown air that sat calmly on top his head, electric green eyes that you could get lost in for decades and perfectly shaped pink lips. He adored football as much as Adam adored his books. Callum was offered a spot on the Scottish National football team one he graduated but politely turned down he offer saying he would rather spent time on silly little adventures with his friends. He had loving parents, Mr and Mrs Black and a younger sister called Lexi, who supported him through everything and never tried to control his future. Callum loved his little sister so much and despite having moved out to live with his best friend only weeks after his nineteenth birthday, he still visited his family on Christmas and Easter. Following on with the stereotypical teenage boy, Callum was a smartass, always had a witty comment for things yet had a certain charm that made him loved by everyone.

On adventures he was always the one to try run ahead, this would normally consist of Adam and Cassidy telling him no because he could end up killed if he ran away like that. His friends sometimes treated him like a three year old who just wanted attention, but that's because he was. Callum was always trying to be the centre of attention, whether that be by causing a scene in Sainsbury's or just by being unnervingly quiet so that everybody around him was asking what's wrong? are you okay?

The oldest girl in their friendship group had long light blonde hair, like the sand and clear, bright blue eyes that shone under the light of the sun in the sky. This girl was tall and stood with a calm, yet respectful aura around her.

This girl was Cassidy O'Connor or as her friends called her Cass. She was respected by a lot of high authority figures, who were always offering her jobs as a teacher or a job working for the government but never seemed like she wanted to be apart of anything like that. Cassidy was the type of girl you would see strolling down the beach watching the sunset over the horizon, where the water meets the sky. She was a lovely young woman, calm, kind-hearted and very positive. If you were to tell her a great deal of depressing news she would be the one to turn things in a more positive and happy direction. That's what a lot of people admired about her.

Cass was the same age as the boys although she was so much more mature about most things, she was currently enrolled in an art school, just outside the town of Vienna. She lived with one of her friends whom she considered a sister, since she only ever wished for a younger sister. She was blessed with her annoying younger brother, Alexander instead. Her father died when she was eleven years old, meaning Alexander was only six. Mr James O'Connor suffered from primary lung cancer, leaving him only seven months to sort out his will and goodbyes before his inevitable death. In his will, he had left his oldest child, Cassidy, with his black range rover and £10,000 and up until July 17th 1998, she had no idea what to put the money towards, as she didn't even know how much her father had in his bank.

Mother Nature was the title that Mya White had been given, she was rather fond of it despite having despised it for the first month her friends had called her this. Mya was short for her age, being 5'4" at the age of eighteen. Although her natural beauty added up for this. She had long natural brown wavy hair that reached far past her chest, her hair always seemed to be moving like it was liquid. Her hazel-brown eyes were sharp with a golden ring around the iris, that you would only be able to see from close up. Her parents were divorced and she had to choose to spent Christmas with either her mother or father and since she was an only child and didn't want to hurt her parents feelings by choosing between them, she spent most of the holidays with either Adam or Cassidy.

Mya had adopted the nickname of Mother of Nature from her friends because she was much like a forest. She was definitely the most outgoing and daring of the group, always on morning runs through the woods or on a nice walk through the park. Her brave attitude was what encouraged the group of close friends to go outside and explore more often than anybody else in Vienna. If you asked, Mya White could probably talk you through a very detailed description of the town like it was her own child.

Mya was the one who lived with Cassidy at number 4 Freddie Drive. It was a nice house, big enough for all five friends to stay the night but mostly just held the two teenage girls.

Now, here was someone diffrent. Dylan Williamson. An average height girl with firery red hair and chocolate brown eyes. If you looked close enough at her facial features you could see that her right eyebrow was slightly differently shaped than her left one. This was because- like Adam had the power of ice- Dylan had the power of fire, and accidentally burned her eyebrow once. She was undoubtedly stunning but had a short temper and a sarcastic comment for everything and anything, anyone ever said. She hated small talk or anything like the kind of conversation you would have at a formal dinner party. Dylan had a bit of all her friends in her, she had Adams loyalty, Callum's smartass personality, Cassidy's love of art and Mya's courage.

Like Mya, Dylan was an only child. She was the only one in her friend group who still lived with both of her parents, though they said she could move in with the other two girls once she turned nineteen.

This group of five were all very different but that never made anything more awkward or weird when they hung out.

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It was the same night that poor Emma Goldstein was murdered, that the group of friends were having a sleepover at the girls' house. Mya and Callum were currently having a rather heated debate about who the best football team was. Cassidy was in the middle of painting Adam as he sat beside the fireplace, curled up in a baby blue blanket, reading a new book and Dylan was in the kitchen making chocolate brownies, when the tv in the kitchen suddenly flicked onto the local news channel. "Erm...GUYS, COME HERE!" Dylan shouted from the kitchen, Callum- being a fast runner- was there within seconds, closely followed by Adam, Cass then Mya.

"What?" asked Cass urgently, but when she seen that Dylan was okay and infact not bleeding to death, or burning the brownies, she calmed down again. "Look at the news," the red-head started pointing to the television, "That girl, Emma Goldstein, was found dead at her house not even 3 hours ago."

"Do they know who did it?"

"Why?"

"Aww poor girl."

"Meh"

At once everybody's gaze was focused on Callum, who had only moments ago placed himself onto the counter top beside the door. The tension in the room was rising, anyone could tell. "What the hell do you mean by 'meh'?" Adam spoke first.

"Well, just that people die..... I don't know okay. It's just that by dawn the police will probably have already found the guy that did it. It's a small town, couldn't have got far." Callum shot back as he stood up again and walked through to the living room, claiming that the group should just sleep it off and worry about it in the morning.

So that's exactly what they did.