Peggy's POV

I'm hanging out with Jasmine. That's right, I have a friend. I think I do, anyway. She always seems distracted. She's always gripping her phone, even though she almost never uses it. She only has five contacts: Her parents, a friend from home, her boyfriend, and someone else who she refuses to tell me. If her boyfriend or the mystery person called, it didn't matter what we were doing. We could be disarming a bomb, she'd still pick up asap. Some of the times she has picked up the phone are 3:00 am, when she was already late for class, as she fell down a hill-- Literally. She fell down a hill and her phone rang before she hit the bottom. She had started the conversation by the time she hit the ground.

She didn't talk much, either. She was always worried about something, but I never knew what. She rarely laughed. She would often crack a half smile. One day, we were hanging out and she was even more quiet and stone faced than usual. Her phone rang. It was her boyfriend. She hit 'accept' immediately and screamed into the phone, "ALEX?! Where are you?! I haven't seen you all day!" When the voice on the other end answered, she relaxed. But I was still hung up on something. "Wait a minute-- Alex? I know--knew--a guy named Alex." She hung up and glanced over to me. "My Alex?" I thought for a moment. "I have no idea. Well... What does his hair look like?"

"It's platinum blond. Strange color, but hey. It's kinda cool." I sunk back down. "It's a different Alex." There was a pause. I wanted to know what was going on with her. It seemed like it was a pretty big deal, since it took up so much of her time.

Angie's POV

I lay flat on my back in agony. If you saw me, you would think I was fine. I didn't have an injury, per se, but I was going through a Moment. They happened occasionally. All the memories left a scar. And sometimes the scar showed. Once, I'd had to run to a corner while in a public place and collapse. But it always passed.

I made a friend. Sort of. His name is Alex-- No, not the Alex we lost. A different one. Light, platinum blond hair. It's platonic, he has a girlfriend. I don't know her, though. Our friendship is great because neither of us talk much. Not to other people, not to each other. We usually just sit in silence. Maybe watch a movie or play a board game. In complete silence. We both have our scars. And when the other one needs to stop whatever we're doing, the other one understands. I've had my fair share of Moments, but so has he. It's all good.