LOST WITHOUT YOU | open, friendship bracelets

[JERSEYBOY]

[align=center][div style="width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-family: work sans; font-size: 8pt; letter-spacing: 0.5px; word-spacing: 3px; line-height: 1.5;"]Jersey knew what it was like to leave someone behind. In fact, he had left his whole world behind in the city. Everything and everyone he knew was so far away now, and he had been the one to make the choice. It was, perhaps, one of the best decisions he had ever decided upon. What would he ever amount to, living as a lonesome tumbleweed on the trash-ridden streets? Out here, he was making new friends and making new memories. He couldn't say that he could do that back in New Jersey.

Pierce was someone that he recognized. He had seen him around a lot lately, but he couldn't say that they were friends. And a "friendship bracelet" wasn't going to help the fact. "So, this lil' bracelet automatically makes us friends?" The tuxedo tom had snorted, clearly and mockingly in distaste. Twitching his tail, which was dipped in a natural milky pigment, he replied, "Sorry Spots, it don't work that way." Friendship was built on trust and mutual respect, and only time could ensure that. There was no way in hell that he was going to participate in some sissy shit like this. "How's about we crack open a couple beers? Then we'll talk." Was that just a mere excuse to have a cold one? Most likely. Pierce didn't seem like the type, anyways. Either way, he'd have a beer with or without Pierce.