Separated by Hate (Proc)

The Picture

So the next day that's what Roc did. Him and Ray printed out all the pictures, at least 1,000 copies, and then took them. They took them all around the small city and posted them up on different buildings, windows, bathroom stalls, wherever the hell they could put them they did. By the end of the day Roc and Ray had hung up pictures all over town. Everything was done and Roc was excited to find his Stranger. He knew that he would have to see it soon. Really soon.

But there was a problem. Prod doesn't live in the same area as he did. The next time Prod would be there was unknown. Prodigy lived at least 20 minutes outside of town and rarely came into it for any type of reason at all. The chances of Prod seeing that picture was one in a million.

Of course Roc didn't know that though so after he was done he went back home. He was really excited and happy. Now that he had posted up some type of information that showed him and his Stranger, he was ready for him to come knocking at the door. Roc and Ray hung out that day like the best buds they usually are. They fucked a couple a times, but Roc was feeling some type of way. In the middle of Ray riding him Roc had stopped him. "Ray stop. I.. I can't do this. It doesn't feel the same anymore." Ray looked at him, got up and smiled. "You're in love, Roc." He said putting his hand on his shoulder. After that Ray grabbed his clothes and walked out.

Roc took a shower and then went to bed hearing Ray's word replay over and over in his head. Was he really in love? Was he really in love with somebody he only met once? Was it even possible for Roc to be in love? He's never felt that way about anybody. He went to sleep that night in denial with his feelings.

Meanwhile with Prod, he was soon trying to figure out how he could find his Stranger also. He knew he was in love, unlike Roc, and wanting to share his feelings with him. Of course he couldn't given the fact that he had no information about him.

Prod couldn't really do anything to try and search for him either because every memory they shared that night was on Roc's phone. He had no way to even look back at the night they shared except through his memories. That's all he thought about all day though. People were shocked.

Prodigy was never the type to smile and you could never tell when that nigga was happy or mad because he always had the same expression. But from that day on Prodigy walked around everywhere her went with a smile on his face. Even Prince was shocked and he knew Prod longer than anyone else in the clan.

Prod was walking around smiling and singing to himself when Prince walked up to him. "What's up with you Craig? You're freaking me out now with all the smiling you've been doing lately." Princeton raised his eyebrows up at Prodigy and waited for an answer. Prod looked at him and smiled. "Remember that party we went to like last week?" Prince nodded at him. "Well I don't know if you saw me, but I was dancing with this guy I met the whole party. He's wonderful and magnificent and I think I may be in love." Prodigy raised his hand up and spun around as he planted a big smile on his face. Princeton on the hand was shocked and a little appauled. He knew about Prod's history and the last time Prodigy fell in love he ended up killing her. What would happen if he got hurt this time?

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Over the next week or so, Roc still hasn't gotten any responses from the pictures he put up around town. He was starting to lose hope in everything and was soon going to give up. Ray was even a little sad for him, too because he was excited for Roc to actually find love. As days went on Roc grew more and more melancholy as days went on.

He was losing hope. "Ray I think it's time to take the pictures down. He's gone. I won't find him. I give up." Ray gave him a sad smile and nodded his head okay.

The next day they took down all the posters they had put up and threw them in the trash. Roc was done looking for his Stranger and was done with everything. After they took the posters down, Roc didn't talk for weeks. He was depressed.

Around that same time Prince had went into town to hang out. He goes into town more than Prod does and he just wanted a little break from Prod constant smiling. As Prince was walking around strolling through the streets at night he stepped on something. He looked down under his foot and saw a poster. It had a picture of two guys standing next to each other. One more familiar to him than the other. "Hmmm interesting." He took the piece of paper, folded it up and put it  in his jacket pocket.

He strolled around some more and then went back to they big house. He came in and went to sleep, trying to avoid Prod as much as he could.

Another week went by and Prince was still dodging Prod as much as he could. Roc still wasn't talking either and was coming to his breaking point.

As Prince was walking around their building he ran into Prod. "Hey, Princey how was your day? How was your week? Did you do anything fun?" Prince looked at him crazy and nodded his head. "Yeah, I mostly just went into town and strolled. I found a poster, too. Some guy was looking for his long  lost lover or something like that. Quite similar to your story actually." Prodigy jumped up and down. "Can I see it please?" Prince looked at him, then went back to his room, got the paper out of his pocket and gave it to him. Prodigy scanned over the picture and noticed something. "This photo was taken the day of the party, Prince!" He looked at the picture a little more and noticed something very important. It was him.

He was excited. He was finally going to meet his Stranger and live happily ever after. He planned on going over the next day so that they could finally get together and fall in love.

If only it was that easy. Not only was Prod possibly going to find out that the one he loved was Roc, but he would also be racing against the clock being as Roc was planning on killing himself the next day. It wouldn't be easy for Roc though being that he was practically immortal, but the pain he's feeling is much worse than the death that comes to end it.

These two have problems that went from bad to worse.