All Chapters of It takes two. : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Audrey: Last day of high school is always that dramatic time of the year. I sighed as I stared at the kids giggling because they've got awesome after school plans, bucket list completed, pictures with people they cared about and wanted to remember. I scrunched my nose as I noticed the blue haired girl toss confetti in the air and the whole class erupted in cheers. Another kid with brown hair walked in with a big cake and kids followed behind her with drinks and desserts. Today was definitely going to be a big one. No doubt, there was going to be a lot of after school plans, parties are definitely a must. "Hey Lloyd, care for?" My eyes rose to meet red ones. I could tell they were contacts. His black hair swept across his face, covering half of this right eye. His nails clad in black nail polish wrapped around the can he was handing me. I nodded, and collected the can of soda. I didn't want to be a debbie downer and say no. I dropped the can on my table and stared at the clock. Jus

Enzo: I sighed as I sat on the stool by the counter, spreading peanut butter on my bread and biting into it. I had a sting from waking up again to an empty house. The maid hasn't called in yet and the butler had taken a leave yesterday. Apparently his wife was sick. I had to permit him. I poured myself a glass of cold orange juice and drank it up. I have gotten to used to fending for myself since my parents are never, ever around. Cooking for myself and ruling myself were my speciality. I was hungover from the drinks last night. I knew I shouldn't have taken them but something had to put me out of my misery. My sad reality was today being my birthday and my parents haven't called to wish me or at least send a gift like they usually do. It was as if the older I got, the less they thought about me. I was born in luxury, my parents made sure I had more than enough. I have a sister but she's married now. I hated it when she got engaged and I hated her fiance because I knew he was going

 Audrey: The past few weeks have been hell for me. I barely had enough time for myself as my part time jobs were taking up almost all of them. I hang out with Martin while we are at the pool, working as life guards but other than that, I rarely get to see him. I do visit the library once in a while to get a head start on college work. I really wanted to put in a good effort once I get accepted. Martin being a Microbiology student, did help me out from time to time when he was done with his shift and I was on mine. I had applied to Stanford because I knew my CGPA would be good. I always was a straight 'A' student. And taking Spanish as my elective was a bonus for me."Hey Audri." I snapped out of my thoughts to find Martin sitting on my bed. Who let him in?"Martin? You're here? How?" I asked, trying to stifle a yawn.He simply pointed at my tree and wind

Enzo: My head was all over the place as my preparation for college had me neck deep. And as an athlete, I had a lot more forms to fill and things to do. I had gotten my room in the student athlete's apartment, and registered myself to be able to earn through playing basketball.  I know it's a lot for me but staying at the apartment in Mirrielees was beneficial was us athletes because the coaches would be able to keep proper tabs on us. And I was pursuing a higher degree but by being an average Stanford Athletics, I had a flexible schedule to accommodate both my sports and my studies. I just had to balance both times equally. I couldn't let sports cut in too much into my study time. Rebecca came down with her kids to help me prepare for college. Her husband came but he left two days after. My mother was around but my dad left roughly three days later. He had an important business trip. But at least I was grateful that he graced me with his presence before

  Audrey:   My attention was dedicated to the woman standing infront of the class, teaching. It was more of an interactive session as she urged students to voice out their opinions and she'd shed more light on it.   I was able to jot down a lot because I understood quite well. Funny how I had researched on this topic but didn't understand it as much as I did now.   My eyes shifted to the boy sitting beside me. He had an elbow propped on the desk to support his head as he occasionally twirled the pen in his hands or tapped it against his notebook. His brows would furrow every now and then, and he'd write something constructive on his notebook.   I saw his hands move coordinatedly against the book and I immediately got curious. He pouted his lips, carrying half his attention on what he was writing and what the professor was saying.