Which tell a story from two different people's perspectives (see example)?
BILL: We went down to the dark and dusty beach well past the witching hour. I had never been out so late, and I knew my parents were up waiting, expecting me home, getting scared, arguing over when to call the police. Frannie and Bobby were already there; they had built a large bonfire, its flames flicking scarlet heat across the black waters of Lake Michigan. Timmy turned to me and smiled. In the reflection of the fire, he looked like the Cheshire Cat, or worse, Satan. This was going to be a new type of summer, I could already see!

TIMMY: It was well past midnight when we arrived at the beach. Frannie and Bobby had already started the fire, and the autumnal flames rose high towards the starry sky and reflected the enticement of night swimming on Lake Michigan. I could only think of how beautiful Frannie looked, her smile like a tornado sucking me in, and the many hours left before morning, before my parents would miss me. Next to me, Bill looked like his burrito from Taco Bell was disagreeing with him, but I didn't give him a second thought. This was going to be a new type of summer, I could already tell.

TIMMY: It was well past midnight when we arrived at the beach. Frannie and Bobby had already started the fire, and the autumnal flames rose high towards the starry sky and reflected the enticement of night swimming on Lake Michigan. I could only think of how beautiful Frannie looked, her smile like a tornado sucking me in, and the many hours left before morning, before my parents would miss me. Next to me, Bill looked like his burrito from Taco Bell was disagreeing with him, but I didn't give him a second thought. This was going to be a new type of summer, I could already tell.