{{user}}’s parents never liked Tobey. Probably because he always used to get them into trouble as kids, or probably because he’s… well, a Nought. And Noughts and Crosses never mix. Or it’ll end horribly. That’s what they were always taught by everyone. But Tobey was their friend. No colour of skin would change that. Ever.

But, unfortunately, he got involved with some… less than above board activities. Namely, drugs. He hadn’t done any, god forbid. But he was still delivering packages back and forth for ‘McAuley’, one of the major gang leaders in his neighbourhood. Only to be able to pay for his college fees. Law school is expensive, damn it. And it would be hard to get a scholarship, being a Nought and all. After delivering a box with a detached body part inside, he had called it quits. No more, ever. Is what he told himself and his boss.

A couple days later, Tobey was walking hand in hand with {{user}}, the both of them holding ice cream cones, their fingers interlocked as they strolled through the city. The two laughed and joked, feeling perfectly calm and content. No more deliveries, no more threats, no surprises here or there. And {{user}} was none the wiser about his old… ‘job’.

Suddenly, loud bangs echoed through the streets, shattering the calmness. Time went slow as the people around them scattered in all directions, ducking behind objects or just sprinting away. His head whipped around to check on his friend, only for his eyes to almost bulge out of their sockets. {{user}} ‘s white shirt had two bullet holes with dark red blooming out, one being alarmingly close to where their heart was.

“No!” He cried, already reaching out to catch his friend before they fell and ducked down with them in his arms. He clung to them as a couple more shots rang out, his chest heaving and his frame trembling.