Warning: Drugs in use, smoke, parents ignoring child, shirtless Patton (not sex), mention of a nude pic, swearing f*ckin/ed twice, (b*ll)sh*t thrice, crap, *ss, blackmails - sorta, theft, switchblade, pills - not specified, crying, coffee, soda.

Virgil, Remus, Logan and Roman, sat in a circle, smoke surrounding them and laughing hysterically.

Logan sat on the table in the middle of the circle, Roman on the right couch next to Virgil and Remus in Virgil's lap.

Logan was wearing Virgil's sunglasses, over his own glasses, and shook his head, all cocky, before laughing again, stamping his feet.

Virgil grabbed a match and lit it with his teeth, Roman leaned forward with his rolled up drug and Virgil lit it.

Roman inhaled it and choked, making the group laugh. Roman tried again and this time succeeded.

Remus took Virgil's smoke and took a puff and smirked at him, as Virgil's eyes glazed over ever so slightly.

Logan laughed, inhaling it and then exhaled, he stared and tried to eat the smoke, his teeth chomping, making everyone laugh.

He talked in a really weird voice, "prince's, cannot hold der smoke! That's what it is!"

"Do you know how popular I am?" Roman asked dazed, "I'm so popular, everybody loves me so much, at this school..." He choked and coughed again.

"Poor baby." Remus said, mockingly.

Janus watched from his seat his mouth open in slight shock.

Roman looked to Virgil, "Disney! You was singing Disney! I looove Disney!"

"Oh god, Disney is the best! They're so dark and twisted-"

Roman frowned, "no. They're the embodiment of good!"

"Then we obviously aren't watching the same thing!" Virgil smirked.

Logan grinned, "finally someone agrees!" He held up a hand for a high five and Remus hit his hand, hard enough to push it in his face and for him to fall back.

Patton emerged from a really smokey room and inhaled another puff, music coming from the room and then started dancing to everybody's applause.

He took off his jacket and spun it, throwing it over the balcony to the teens below and Logan caught it and took a deep breath. Besides the weed, it also smelt of cookies.

They cheered as Patton did a cartwheel and then a summersault, then danced to a flag, which he hit then danced off.

He jumped onto a cushioned bench and ripped off his blue polo shirt, revealing his abs, too high to care and Logan whistled at him, taking some loose cash from his pocket and throwing it at him, but it felt short and fell down.

Patton faked a few punches, hit his chest and
jumped off the bench with a yell, then began leaping over book cases.

He danced out, cartwheeling again and began punching and dancing as the group laughed and watched him. Patton leaped off the wall, dancing some more as Logan playfully hit Roman who muttered an 'ow!'

Logan whistled, watching as Patton went back in the room he was previously in. He slammed the door shut and screamed, shattering the glass in the door.

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Sanders was glancing through the confidential files in the school basement, a piece of paper in hand.

"Mister, oh mister Williams..." He whispered, not seeing Remy walk in and lean on a locker, "a history of slight mental illness? Wooh, no wonder he's so fucked up!"

"Afternoon, Tim..." Remy smirked.

Thomas looked up, "Remy, how you doin'?" He asked in a cheery voice, putting the paper away.

"Good."

"Good, what's up?" Sanders asked.

"Not much, what's happening, what are you doing in the basement files?" Remy asked, smirking ever so slightly.

"Oh, nothin' nothin' here." Thomas said, "I'm just doin' a little homework here..."

Remy began walking over, "homework, huh?"

"Yeah..."

Remy, now right in front of Thomas laughed, and looked at the file cabinet that was open, "confidential files... hmmm?"

"Look, Remy... This is a highly sensitive area and I, I tell you something... Certain people would be very very embarrassed." Thomas said and tapped the files, "I would really appreciate it if-if-if-if this would be something that, that you and I could keep between us..." Thomas said, gesturing between the two of them.

"What're you gonna do for me, gurl?" Remy asked.

"Well-well what would you like?"

"Got fifty bucks?"

"What?" Thomas asked, taken back.

Remy took his glasses down, looking at him under his eyes, "fifty bucks..."

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Logan and Patton (now with his shirt on), were sat laughing together, Janus was hanging out over by the statue in the back of the library.

Besides the laughing Roman and Virgil could be heard saying:

"There's never a wrong time to dress in drag-"

"And do the hola-!"

"Oooooh!"

And Remus giggling, muttering a soft, "you tickle me criminal."

"No no man, no; you got a middle name?" Patton asked suddenly.

"Yeah, guess...!" Logan responded.

Janus suddenly took interest in the conversation.

"Your middle name is Brian, as in noble..." Janus said, making Roman look up instantly as Patton and Logan looked at him in confusion.

He began moving over, "your birthday is November 3rd, you're five-ten and a half, you weigh a hundred and thirty pounds and your social security number is 0-4-9-3-8- 0-9-1." He sat next to Logan, "3."

"Wow! Are you psychic?" Patton asked impressed.

"No..."

"Well would you mind telling me how you know all this about me?" Logan asked, but it was more of a demand.

Janus reaches into his inner coat pocket, "I stole your wallet..." He smirked.

"Give it to me..."

"No..."

"Give it!" Logan demeaned again and so, Janus gave it over, albeit reluctantly. Roman couldn't help the smirk that fell on his face.

Logan glanced through it to make sure nothing was missing.

"This is great... You're a thief too!" Logan said, rolling his eyes. "Huh?"

"I'm not a thief!" Janus snapped, offended.

"Multi-talented." Mumbled Logan.

"What's there to steal?" Janus asked, "two bucks and a beaver shot!" He said, answering his own question.

"A what?" Patton laughed, while Logan was genuinely confused.

"He's got a nudie picture in there!" Janus clarified, "I saw it, it's perverted..."

"Alright, let's see it!" Laughed Patton, but then blushed in horror, "no wait! You don't have-"

Logan shoved his wallet into Patton's hands, his face scarlet, "don't laugh..."

Roman looked down, going through Virgil's wallet which was full of pictures, as Virgil brushed his teeth with one of Romans eyebrow brushes, his other arm wrapped around a sleeping Remus... Ok, so Remus is awake and had his eyes closed, faking it. He just wanted to hear what was said.

"Are all these your boyfriends?" Roman asked and Remus perked up.

"Some of them..." Virgil said, setting the brush down, looking at all the junk from Romans bag.

"What about the others?" Roman asked, setting the wallet down.

"Well, some I consider my boyfriends and some-" he picked up some cologne and sprayed it, "I just consider..." He sniffed through air.

"Consider what?" Roman asked.

"Whether or not, I wanna hang out with them..."

"You don't believe in just one guy, one guy?"

"Do you?" Virgil glared.

"Yeah... that's the way it should be." Roman replied, frowning as he noticed Remus wasn't in this.

"How come you got so much shit in your bag?!" Virgil snapped, trying to move the conversation along.

"How come you got so many boyfriends?" Roman asked, making Remus tense ever so slightly.

"I asked you first..."

"I dunno..." Roman shrugged, "I guess I never throw anything away."

Virgil looked down at Remus, "neither did I..."

"How come Remus isn't in here?" Roman asked, making Virgil sigh.

"Remus isn't like them..."

Roman stared, seeing Virgil looking at Remus 'sleeping' form softly and smirked. The big tough criminal had a crush.

Roman looked over to Janus, staring, but Janus was clinging to his bag tightly.

"This is the worst fake ID I've ever seen..." Patton said, looking through Logan's wallet, avoiding the nude picture.

Logan laughed, looking through Patton's wallet.

"Do you realize you made yourself sixty eight?" Patton asked, looking at Logan softly.

"Oh, I know... I know, I goofed it..." Logan confirmed, looking back with a gentle smile.

"What do you need a fake ID for?" Patton asked, "you don't seem like the type to drink."

Logan grimaced at the thought of drinking, "it's so I can vote." He said, with a tone that sounded like it should've been obvious.

Janus looked up suddenly, "you wanna see what's in my bag?"

"No." Patton and Logan said, too busy staring at each other.

Janus looked at them, hurt and then resentful, Roman heard the two in blue and looked at Janus softly.

"Yeah."

Janus looked to him, neither smiling or frowning and, to spite them and appease Roman, he dumped his bag onto the couch.

There was a comb, a scarf, some creams, a tooth brush, toothpaste, a book, some food, underwear, hair ties, the switchblade and the lock, pills and tablets, straws and tissues - there was so much.

"Holy shit!" Gasped Patton.

"What is all that stuff?" Roman asked.

"Do you always carry this much shit in your bag?" Logan asked, messing with a few of the clothing items.

"Yeah... I always carry this much shit... In my bag... You never know when you may have to jam..." Janus said, eyes red and puffy, making Roman frown in concern.

"Are you going be like a shopping bag lady? You know like, sit in alleyways and talk to buildings and wear large shoes and that kinda thing?" Logan asked.

"I'll do what I have to do..." Janus answered, fiddling with the handle of his bag.

"Why do you have to do anything?" Patton asked.

"My home life is... Unsatisfying..." Janus said, biting his lip and heart pounding.

"So you're saying you'd subject yourself to the violent dangers of the Florida streets because your home-life is unsatisfying?" Logan asked, confused.

"I don't have to run away and live in the street..." Janus said, tearing up, "I can run away and, go to the ocean, I can go to the country, I can go to the mountains. I can go to Israel, Africa, Afghanistan!"

Logan stared and then turned to Patton, "Patton... You wanna get in on this?" He asked, quiet loudly despite him trying to whisper, so Roman could hear.

"Janus here says, he wants to run away, because his home life is unsatisfying..." Logan continued.

"Well everyone's home lives are unsatisfying... If it wasn't, people would live with there parents forever..." Patton replied a little loud too, trying to give parental words of wisdom.

"Yeah, yeah I understand. But I think that his goes beyond, you know, what guys like you and me..." Logan gestured between them, "consider normal unsatisfying..."

"Never mind... forget it, everything's cool!" Janus said, packing his bag again angrily.

"What's the deal?" Roman asked suddenly, watching in concern.

"No! There's no deal, prince. Forget it, leave me alone."

"Wait a minute," Roman said, leaning forward, "now you're carrying all that crap around in your bag. Either you really wanna run away or you want people to think you wanna run away."

"Eat shit and live!" Janus glared and got up, walking away from the group.

"The boy is an island, with himself." Patton sighed.

Roman frowned and got up, walking after him.

Janus has teary eyes, all red and puffy, leaning over the edge of a bookcase and Roman leaned on it, looking to him.

"Hi, you wanna talk?" Roman asked, softly.

"No."

"Why not?"

"Go away..."

"Where do you want me to go?" Roman asked, frowning.

"Go away!" Janus yelled.

Roman stared and nodded, turning away and began to walk as Janus' tear fell slightly.

"You have problems..." Janus said.

"Oh, I have problems?!" Roman snapped.

"You think everyone loves you here, and that you're perfect, that is a problem!" Janus snapped back.

"Okay, fine... But I don't invite people into my problems... Do I?" Roman walked back to him and asked softly, "so what's wrong? What is it?" He took a deep breath, "is is bad? Real bad? Parents?"

Janus cried silently as Roman looked at him softly.

"Yeah..." Janus whispered.

Roman nodded, "what do they do to you?"

Again there was silence before Janus whispered out, "they ignore me..."

"Yeah...yeah..." Roman whispered nodding, thinking of his parents and his eyes became red.

Janus moved closer and leaned into him and Roman leaned back.

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Thomas and Remy were sat talking in the basement, Thomas blazer off.

"Remy, what did you want to be when you were young?"

"When I was a kid, I wanted to be David Bowie..." Remy responded, a smile on his face and held back a snide remark of, 'seems like you've got the look down'.

"Remy don't be a goof!" Sanders scolded, making Remy frown, "I'm trying to make a serious point here..." Thomas sighed.

"I've been teaching, for twenty two years,-" Remy took a sip of his coffee, "and each year... These kids get more and more arrogant."

"Aw bullshit, man." Scoffed Remy, "come on Tom, the kids haven't changed, you have!"

Thomas sighed.

"You took a teaching position, 'cause you thought it'd be fun, right? Thought you could have summer vacations off... And then you found out it was actually work... And that really bummed you out." Remy said.

Thomas shook his head, "these kids turned on me... They think I'm a big fuckin' joke..." Thomas took a drink of his soda.

"Come on... Listen Thomas, if you were sixteen, what would you think of you, huh?" Remy asked, taking a swig of his coffee.

"Hey... Remy, you think I give one rat's ass what these kids think of me?" Thomas asked.

Remy gave an over exaggerated nod, "yes, I do."

"You think about this..." Thomas said, tapping the table, "when you get old, these kids; when I get old, they're gonna be runnin' the country."

Remy laughed slightly, "yeah?"

"Now this is the thought that wakes me up in the middle of the night..." Remy looked to Thomas, "that when I get older, these kids are gonna take care of me..."

"I wouldn't count on it." Remy said.

Thomas went silent, pondering the statement.