But not the way one would think.

They shared a best friend.

What they did not do, however, was like each other.

You could say that it was a war to win the best friend title.

The only problem was, their best friend would never choose a clear winner. So they spent their teenage years fighting it out. What Audric didn’t know, though, was that Creole was desperately in love with him.

The same went for Audric. He wanted Creole more than his next breath.

But it was never the right time.

Then life happened, and it kicked them both in the teeth.

One second they’re acting, and the next the anger is real, and neither one of them can stand to be near the other.

For years, they fight it out, one-upping each other to the point where neither one of them can be in the same room with each other without things going to hell.

Then one day their best friend dies, and they have to figure out a way to live without her.

There’s no fighting anymore, at least verbally. Physically, however? They let their bodies duke it out the fun way.

But in the end, neither one of them wins.