Chapter 1

Meet Jayden and Mitchell.

You and me, we're not the same
I am a Sinister.
You are a Saint.
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A young man in his early twenties was walking down the busy street. He looked like any average Joe. Plain sandy hair, that wasn't even styled in any way. Blue eyes that were so pale, they looked like they were grey instead. He was shorter than other men; 5'7. He even dressed plain. Dark red hoodie, dark jeans with worn out converse. Yep, just you're average Joe!
Well, I should tell you this fella's name. His name is Jayden Erickson. And he's going to have his world turn upside down.
Jayden bumped shoulders with a stranger. "Sorry." Jayden mumbled under his breath, not even looking at the person. The two went their separate ways, not even thinking twice of what just happen. Except for Jayden. He smirked as he held a thick wallet in his hands. He opened it and took only the cash. He threw the rest in a trash can, that was nearby. Credit cards are traceable, just take the cash please.
Jayden came to a walk cross, he stood there, waiting for the white stick figure to show up. He started to hum a very familiar tone, but he couldn't recall it. "Heard it's going to rain." a voice interrupts Jayden's humming opera. Jayden looked at the man, who was trying to start a conversation with him. He was taller than Jayden, any man is taller than Jayden, with strong manly features. A tight jawline, light brown eyes and brown hair gel back neatly. He looked even more attractive with the suit and tie, he was wearing. Jayden raked his eyes over the man before sighing and saying "I guess.."
"Mitchell DeJall." The man said, sticking his hand out. Jayden looked at his extended and shook it. "Go f**k yourself." Jayden said in a clear voice as he walked out onto the road. Luckily, the the red hand just turned into the white stick figure.
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Walking down the street was a young man. He was twenty-three years old man. He was smiling at the world! He just got off of work and was dying to go home. He walked up to the street cross. He didn't know what it was, but something drawled his attention to this one man. He was shorter than the man himself. And the other man didn't have any features that stood out but oddly.. The man wanted to talk to the other man.
The man leaned closer to the shorter man, turning his head directly at the shorter man. "I heard it's going to rain tonight." the man said to the shorter man. The man snapped his head forward but still had his eyes on the shorter man. The shorter man's eyes looked at the man. Was his eyes blue or grey? The man couldn't tell. A sigh made the man pay attention to what the shorter man was going to say. "I guess.." it was barely a whisper! The man frowned at his fail attempt to make the shorter man speak.
"Mitchell DeJall." the man introduced himself. The shorter man, actually turned to face Mitchell! Mitchell was even happier, if that was even possible.
"Go f**k yourself." he didn't know those three words would crush his soul into tiny pieces and throw them into the pit of hell! Maybe, that was over dramatic.. But Mitchell felt every tore. The shorter man walked away before Mitchell could say anything or even react to it.
Mitchell crossed the street and tried to look for the shorter man but frown deeper. Nothing. The side walk was too busy to see the certain short man.
A phone rang out and Mitchell had to answer it, unfortunately. "Hello?" Mitchell asked the phone. "Mitchell, what are you doing for dinner?" Mitchell's best friend/co-worker, Blain, asked. "Nothing." Mitchell said, with a little too much vinegar in his voice. He started walking down the side walk, again, with the crowd of people. "Good. Same place? Now?" Blain suggested.
Mitchell was at a diner with a plate of César Salad. His friend, Blain, was gibbering about some meeting . "Mitchell? Mitchell!" Blain called out. Mitchell blinked before he looked up at Blain. "God, for a CEO. You suck at listening. What's the matter?" Blain asked. Mitchell sigh. "I found a man, that I like." Mitchell told Blain. "Oh? What is his name?" Blain asked, getting interest in his friend's love life. "I don't know.." Mitchell said honestly. "Jesus, don't tell me it was-" Blain started to say. "Love at first sight." The two men said at the same time. "Did you even talk to this poor guy?" Blain asked, shaking his head. "Of course!" Mitchell was slightly offended. "And?" Blain edge on. "He told me to go f**k myself." Mitchell said causally while Blain laughed.
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The bell ring, to signal a customer was coming in. Jayden stumbled in. A scrape was on his forehead as it was bleeding. A waitress was laughing as she walked out of the kitchen to come greet Jayden. She screamed as she covered her mouth with her hand. That got everyone in the diner attention, as well as Mitchell's.
"Well, that's one hell of a greeting. Where's your bathroom?" Jayden asked. The waitress pointed to the right side if the room. Jayden nodded as he went to the bathroom.
"That's him!" Mitchell said, holding back his excitement. "HIM? That's the guy!?" Blain asked, dumbfounded. "Yeah. Ima go to the bathroom." Mitchell said, sliding out of the booth. "Uh-huh." Blain said rolling his eyes.
Jayden hissed in pain as he looked at the scratch on his forehead, lightly touching it. It wasn't that big of a deal, like the waitress made it happen. It wasn't even hardly bleeding. The door swung open. Jayden froze for a minute as he saw who it was. 'S**t!' Jayden thought but pretended like nothing happen. "So.. Mr. 'Go f**k yourself', fancy meeting you here." Mitchell said a little too smug. "It's a public bathroom. Is it fancy?" Jayden asked, giving a glance at Mitchell. Mitchell smirked as he took a some paper towels and wet them with warm water.
"Keep touching it, it'll bleed more." Mitchell said, holding Jayden's chin up with one hand and the other was dabbing the scratch. "What made you get this lovely scratch?" Mitchell asked. Jayden flinched a little at the pressure on his cut but answered anyway. "A brick wall." Mitchell accepted the answer but something told him, Jayden wasn't going to tell him the whole story.
"There! It isn't so bad. Might have headache for awhile." Mitchell said, washing his hands. "Already have one." Jayden murmured. "How about you go to dinner with me?" Mitchell boldly asked. "What? Why?" Jayden asked, a little shock. "I don't know. I like you. And it can make me feel better after you hurt my feelings." Mitchell said, drying his hands. Jayden frowned, as guilt did swirl around him. "Fine." Jayden spat out. "Great! Seven o'clock tomorrow?" Mitchell suggested, opening his jacket and taking out a business card. "Here's my number and address. See you, then." Mitchell said, giving Jayden the small card and leaving the bathroom. "Jayden Erickson!" Jayden cried out before Mitchell could leave. Mitchell threw him a smile, "Nice to meet you, Jayden.".

Author's Note

Excuse the language