Tate Langdon:

As your parents car drive up the driveway you felt your heart sink, you felt the place was full of darkness, even though you had never seen it before. Your parents tried to cheer you up, but you felt so gloomy, you had been ripped from your home and now you were in a place filled with fright. You flopped yourself down on your bed and sighed, closing your eyes. "Hello," a quiet voice sit from next you. You jumped up in fright, "who are you?" A blonde boy in a green striped sweater sat crossed legged on your bed, tilting his head. "Didn't mean to frighten you, I'm Tate, I live across from you," you looked confused but shrugged, "Oh , hey, I'm Y/N, we just moved in," He have you a soft smile and patted the spot next to him. You spent the next hour holed up with Tate, discovering you liked similar music, and listening to Nirvana in the darkness.

Kit Walker:

You struggled against the guards, fighting as they restrained you. "Please, please I'm innocent!" You wailed as they threw you in the cell, slapping the door closed and seeing the bars close in around you. "Please let me out," you cried softly, balling yourself up. "They never listen," you heard a soft voice say through the wall. "After a while, you stop trying," you crawled over and put your head up against the concrete. "How long have you been here?" You asked him, "not that long, it all has started to blur together," You sighed and felt for him. "I'm Y/N," you said and he introduced himself as Kit. Over the next few days, in the darkness and cold of the cell, Kit's cool voice was the only thing that kept you sane.

Kyle Spencer:

The party was far too loud for your tastes and you were sat on the sofa slightly awkwardly, clutching a beer. A blonde smiling boy came over to sit by you. "Hey, I'm Kyle," you smiled nervously at him, he was very cute. "You're very pretty, can I get you a drink?" He grinned and you nodded feeling your heart swell. Kyle kept you company the whole night, even when his friends jeered at him from hanging out with the quiet girl.

Jimmy Darling:

Your little blue Ford Anglia had broken down, and as you frantically worked to fix it you didn't hear a voice behind you. "Excuse me, Miss, but do you need any help?" You turned around in surprise, to see a gorgeous boy with soft hazel hair. "If you know anything about cars, that would be of help!" You gave a wry chuckle. It was only when he hesitantly leaned forward to fix the engine that you noticed the gloves on his hands, and the strange shape of them. "What's with the gloves? Chilly?" You teased the handsome man and he scowled, jerking them back. "Sorry, I didn't mean to offend you," you said as you saw his upset. "I'm Y/N," you said, "Jimmy Darling," he gave you a small grin which you returned, as you started to chat to him as he helped you restore your car.

James Patrick March:

The Hotel Cortez was beautiful, and although you had only planned a short stay you had already fallen in love with the place. You sat at the bar, and as Liz served you a martini you smiled at her. "How have you been Liz?" You asked and she shrugged, "eh here and there," she said and you struck up a conversation, she really was lovely. A suited figure approached the bar, you squinted, you hadn't seen anyone else here before, except Sally the gloomy drug addict, who often skulked around, drinking straight vodka. "Mr March, welcome," Liz said, seeming slightly unnerved to see him. "Well, who is this beautiful young lady?" He said, his 1920s style dialect coming through. You flushed, "Thank you, you're too kind." He was impeccably dressed and he had a pencilled mustache, with dark brown hazel eyes. He was incredibly attractive. "My name is James Patrick March, and you must be Y/N. Liz has mentioned you to me," You looked at her quickly and she winked. "Would you like to join me for a drink?" He said suavely and you nodded, giving him a charming smile.

Edward Phillipe Mott:

You hated that you had to move, you loved your tiny little farmhouse, in the beautiful area that you lived. The new house was sinister, it held a certain charm, but it felt too big and you hated it. Your parents didn't understand, they were so happy, and they didn't know what was to come. You lay in bed that night, as quiet as you could , hearing the horrifying noises and inhumane screeches around the house. You cried softly, not wanting to attract attention to yourself, but knowing you had come to the wrong place. Suddenly a hand was over your mouth, shushing your cries gently. "Who are you?" You stuttered out and you faced a heavily made up and wigged man, who even through the makeup was extraordinarily beautiful. "My name is Edward Phillip Mott, and something about you, I want to protect you." He grabbbed you, pulling you aside and away, pulling you through a tunnel into the darkness of night.

Kai Anderson:

You'd moved to a new house, and while the neighbourhood was beautiful, you hadn't really had much of a chance to get to know anybody. That's why when a polite knock came on your door you were surprised and rushed to answer it. "Hi, Miss, I'm Kai Anderson, and I'm running for our council member," A tall blue haired stubbled was at your door, with a big smile and intense eyes. "Hello, I'm Y/N! It's wonderful to know the politics around here," he beamed at you and flashed a flirtatious smile. "I live just across from you actually," he said, "maybe you can come visit me some time," you felt your cheeks redden and gave him a grin. "I'm glad to meet some neighbours at last, I wish you good luck with your campaign," He turned to leave and then stopped, "what was your name again?" You introduced himself and he waved goodbye, a mischievous smile on his face.