Muse

If the devil sings the most beautiful songs, then what does that say about his inspiration?

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" The dark haired boy was sitting low in his chair, both arms resting on the desk. He wasn't recognizable despite the familiar glint of mischief in his eye and the slight upturn of his mouth. But despite the inability to recognize him, I bet my whole bank account that If I had a closer look, I would find the indent of a scar right above his eyebrow.

I take a shaky breath in as, slowly but surely, more recognizable features jump out at me. I dig my nails into the palm of my hand as I begin to lower my gaze, and sure enough, wrapped tightly around his wrist was a bracelet that was identical to the one that was shoved deep into a drawer in my room.

Tucker " Tuck " Huet was back.

He was back and he didn't even tell me. "

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Lorraine McCain hasn't always been a loner. She used to have a huge group of friends all up until middle school. The group seemed to disperse when their glue, Tucker Huet, ran away to California to pursue his music career.

Tucker Huet wasn't only the groups glue, but Lory's best friend. The two were inseparable and the only thing that had been left behind of him was a guitar pick, a friendship bracelet, and an empty bedroom in a two story house on Lake Dr.

That is until he returns. But he isn't the same Tucker that Lory remembers. He's rough and vulgar, all signs of the once soft and caring boy she used to love:

Gone.

What happened to him?