Author's Note: I've decided to give the chapters actual titles. Sorry for any confusion. :P

It was Thursday today, and I sat in the lunch room with my bad foot on the table while Scar re-wrapped the bandage. Some jerk had pushed past me and I fell down, and when I did, the pressure wrap came undone and I couldn't seem to get it myself.

"Owww, Scar, gentle! You just dug in right where I'm bruised!" I complained. I looked down at my ankle, where the large purple bruise was spread, very spotty and gross. My lip curled at the sight of it.

"Oh, quit whining, baby. You wouldn't be complaining if it was Bill or Ted--"

"Scar," I warned.

"--or River,"

"Scarlett..."

"--feeling up your leg...," Her green eyes glinted mischievously, a little evil smile coming into play.

With that, she put her hand right on my upper thigh. I yelped and kicked away from her.

"Not funny!" I shrieked, hiding my obvious amusement.

"It was pretty funny," she snorted, "C'mon, Lucky, you're reluctant but not blind. Those boys are hot."

"Yeah, okay, they are, but I barely know them,"

"You sure were eager to take the job," she teased.

"Wouldn't you? If someone offered you your dream job?"

"I'm not complaining," she said, leaning back in her chair. "Power to ya! Just saying, make your move. I'd go for the Preston kid if I were you; he could go for a confidence boost, I think." Scar picked at her nail absently.

"If you're so keen, why don't you snatch one of them up?"

"Maybe I will, maybe I won't. That's for me to figure out as I ride the unknown road that is life." Her chair clunked back to the floor with force as she finished her philosophical rant.

"Stop getting deep and eat your sandwich," I finally said with a laugh.

***

We had gym class today, but I had to sit out because of my foot, which gave Bill the excuse to complain of a headache, River the excuse to forget his gym clothes, and Ted the excuse to fall down in the first 5 minutes of class and sit out.

It was time to get down to business. The four of us sat on the top row of the bleachers, and Ted produced a notebook of Wyld Stallyns things.

"So, dude, River tells us you want to help manage our band," Bill said seriously.

I nodded, "I plan on taking business courses in college, and I've researched focus groups for the popularity of music, while--"

"Cool, you're the manager now," Ted said easily.

I was taken aback by his quick decision.

"Aren't you going to ask me questions? You don't want to know anything?"

Bill and Ted shared a look of deep contemplation.

"Do you want to be our manager?" Bill finally asked.

"...yes,"

"Okay, cool, you're our manager," Ted finalized. "Head over to my house Saturday afternoon and we'll show you what Wyld Stallyns is all about."

Ted grabbed my hand and wrote his phone number on the back of it with a pen. It was a quiet, tense little moment as he focused, holding my hand gently, but with determination. His eyebrows furrowed a little, and then he let go.

"Can I see your book?" I asked casually, eyeing the notebook with the band's logo on it.

Ted scooted next to me and Bill took his other side. River climbed around behind us to look over my shoulder. I could feel his chest against my back and Ted's knees on mine, and felt like I was way too close to these guys.

The first few pages were filled with different logos and possible song titles, as well as scribbly doodles that almost looked like they were practicing signatures.

The next few pages were songs. From the way he flipped the pages, it looked like some of them were kinda personal, but they looked alright.

We talked for a while about their first music video, how they wanted it to look, and how we could go about doing it. It turns out this could actually be a serious job if I played my cards right.

By the end of gym class, I was glad River talked me into this. He took my hand and helped me climb down from our perch.

"From this day on, we're a team," Bill grinned, holding up his right hand as if making a vow.

River made sure I was steady before he released slid his hand from mine and held his up as well.

Ted joined in, putting one hand over his heart and raising the other proudly. They were waiting on me.

I copied the others, one hand over my heart, the other in the air.

Suddenly, Bill and Ted broke into an air guitar session, apparently their way of sealing a deal. River followed their leads, mimicking a riff.

People were looking, but suddenly, I realized that these were the people who chose me as their partner and friend. I was one of them now, even if I didn't realize it for a while.

I let it go, for a moment, and joined in their air guitar session as the way to seal the deal and begin my first job: managing a Wyld Stallyn.