1FFN PLOT: Two girls, best friends, polar opposites. Both have "powers" and are trying to live a normal life. They're even in a band together! Until one day, two guys come and start calling them goddesses, claiming that a war is beginning and they need to pick a side. What the fuck?
"That, I'll be there for you, when the rain starts to pour.
I'll be there for you, like I've been there before.
I'll be there for you, cause you're there for me too.
No one could ever know me, no one could ever see me.
Seems like you're the only one who knows what it's like to be me."
"Friends" by Remembrandts
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"Oh my fucking god! I just thought of the coolest band name ever!" one girl cried. Her hair was pink, nails blue.
The other was clad in all black, black hair, nails, clothes, lipstick, the whole deal. She lifted one pierced eyebrow. "Yes?" she asked, slightly afraid as to what her friend had come up with this time.
The girl with the pink haired grinned and bounced with excitement. "You really wanna know? Do you? REALLY?"
The dark haired girl smothered a sigh. "Yeah, hon."
"Okay, check this. We strut on stage, all dolled up and shit, lights blinding, people cheering…the DJ walks up to the microphone and says in his sexy voice, 'May I now present to you, the bestest band ever…RISE!' Wouldn't that be so exciting? That's so kickass, right? C'mon tell me what you think. Don't be scared. Don't hold back"
The dark haired girl took a deep breath, looking from the ceiling to the floor to calm herself. She didn't know whether she wanted to cuss the hell out of her friend or crack up to the point of pain.
She put her face in her hands and groaned miserably. It was currently 3 o'clock in the morning and Sun, her peppy friend, had been trying for a good name for the band for oh, let's just say 6 hours.
Thoroughly hopeless, she just muttered a sour, "What are we, bread? C'mon, Sun, cut the shit. When you said that you wouldn't sleep until you came up with a good band name, I didn't think you were effen serious."
Her friend, Sun, blinked and then giggled. "Bread! Ha, nah, we're more like…muffins! Yes, two hott, sexy, undercooked muffins. Mm, do-able and tasty. Man, you just can't lose with us."
The dark haired girl's eyebrows rose with the absurdity of fucking a muffin and then eating it. Especially when we were the muffins. What the fuck went on in that poor child's head?
Reluctantly, she dissolved into laughter next to her friend.
This went on for another hour and a half. Sun came up with names like, "Forbidden Forest", "Dykes with Bikes, Chicks with Dicks", "Bom-chika-wa-wa", "Sex-Drive", "Hip-Hop Boppers", "Schizo's Secret", and things of the such.
Eventually, Sun clocked out and went to sleep. The dark haired girl, Rayne, followed soon after. That's how a lot of their nights were spent, together. They really defined the meaning of "opposites attract". They were so different on the outside, ranging from piercings, tattoos, and leather to bubble gum pink hair, shredded jeans, and funny headdresses.
Everything seemed fine. Perfect. Normal. Little did these two know that this was the last taste of normal they would ever get…
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