[THIS IS AN OLD DRAFT. Please read the rewrite that is currently up on my profile] ............ "Look, man, I'm sorry, okay? I didn't mean to rob the bank but I'm broke and I need the money." "If you need money, go get a job!" "I have a job!" "A real job, not blowing up the city -" "This is a real job, Stormy. It keeps you employed. I don't have to pay TAXES." ~ Super Storm is your typical superhero with stunning blonde hair and high morale. Gravel is your typical supervillain with a slight obsession over a certain someone's beautiful blonde hair and a mission he doesn't want to complete. Now let's say Gravel meets someone who uses the same shampoo as Super Storm. Let's say they bond over tennis. Let's say Gravel's sidekick isn't particularly fond of what's unfolding. Let's say this three-playered tennis match has more balls in the court than expected. Who'll win? Who'll lose? ~~ a story as told by a Supervillain (boyxboy) ••• 🏆 featured by SuperHero - the official Supers' account 🏆 featured by the official Action account 🏆 featured by Wattpad India 🏆 featured by Stories Undiscovered #1 in superhero #1 in supervillain #1 in FreeTheLGBT #1 in lgbtqIN #1 in OpenNovellaContest2019 #3 in bxb #4 in teenfiction

My heart pulsated through my chest and I didn't think I could hold on for much longer. The frightening, terrorising feeling of his fingers slipping through mine was causing the arm that was gripping to the edge of the cliff to shake. "Hold on, Harry! I've got you, I swear! Please, just hold on!" my voice held a shrill of terror to it and my eyes were filling with tears; tears of pain, frustration and sheer horror. Harry moved his gaze from our slipping fingers to my eyes. "It's okay, Ethan. Let go. You can't save me; not this time." I hated how calm his tone was. I hated how defeated he sounded. He had never given up - we always held hope for one another! We never gave up. "Don't you say that to me! Don't you fucking say that to me!" I roared, a small sob escaping my lips. Harry just smiled sadly, his muscular, beautiful body swaying in the harsh wind. The fall was so big; he would surely die of a heart attack before he hit the ground. I prayed to God he would. No. I was breaking my own rule; I would not give up on him. Either both of us lived or neither of us would. My life would be over the second his ended, anyway.