Organize - Scene Starters

Story starter :

Pat and Sam have been best friends since they were sixteen. Two months ago, they had had a huge fight and haven’t talked since. What happened? Why haven’t they made up?

What happened : Sam made a remark (in jest) about how Pat thinks so much, Pat is offended as it’s the only thing she knows, which escalates into a fight.

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Archetype 1 : Pat (head 5)

“You think too much”...?

I always thought of her as the only one I could rely on, after all, she was my best friend, until, yeah.. I mean, I knew all along the one person who could look out for me was myself, I just thought, for once, I could let my guard down. But still, her words were undeniably cruel. Did I make a mistake somewhere? No, that’s impossible, don’t doubt yourself, you’re perceptive and clever, you would know if you were at fault. But what would lead her to say that? Knowing her maybe she finally got bored of me? Maybe it was some deep-seated hatred for something I did? No, that’s not right. Let’s... get this straight. So, we were talking, and she, for no reason, attacked my reasoning and escalated the argument? That seems really out of character, now that I think about it. Perhaps, it was just an offhand comment? Did I react too harshly? Stop. Pat, it’s been a month or two, and your sitting here slumped against the door imagining fake scenarios that never took place. Even if you were to reach out, she’d reject it with cold certainty. I miss her company much more than I’m willing to admit but thinking about it would just be a waste of time at this point. That’s right, this is how I stay safe. Keep your head up, you’re the only one I could trust anyways..

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Archetype 2 : Sam (body 9)

Ignore me. Ignore me like the logical thoughts in your head. You weren’t ever sane from the start. Who the hell lives in their head so much that they can’t see directly in front of them? It was a joke, a simple joke. Well done Pat, for all the brains you’ve got, it seems even a brick wall is less tone deaf then you. I thought we were best friends, after all this time, you really weren’t ever there for me, were you? I thought we had something real, I listened to your venting, you listened to what I had to say, I could speak my mind and it never mattered. Or, so I thought. Guess I was wrong. Oh well, if we are that incompatible, I can’t be bothered to reach out, it’s not like she would’ve done anything different. I should move on now, catch up on some sleep? Maybe this truly was a blessing in disguise, peace at the cost of what? A relationship like this? It’s easier than anticipated but I’m not one to complain. I’d much rather avoid a possible argument than... rekindle whatever it was we had. Maybe it’s better for both of us this way. I hope we find peace, though my words really don’t have any meaning behind them, do they? What am I saying? I should stop thinking… if only Pat would’ve thought of that..

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Thoughts :

I thought of the different scenarios that I could've done and I saw this as one of the more befitting hypotheticals. They're still thinking about each other occasionally, but with clouded sight, due to their archetypes ( Pat - Overthinking, Sam - Refusal of relation). I tried to make them feel human, but it's quite apparent I did so poorly.