The First Conversation.

"Aw shit, aw shit" The cadet said, as he tried, for what seemed like the hundredth time to close his locker door. "Go dammit!" he yelled as he decided, finally, to kick it.

"Hey!" said a lean blond man, "here let me help you."

"S'okay, I got it." He didn't need any hel.

"There's an art you know." The blond man continued, smiling, "I'll show you." He walked over and with a swift nudge of his elbow the offending door closed.

"Well waddaya know, you're right! Gee buddy thanks!"

"You're welcome……Ken."

"Ken?"

"My name it's Ken, Ken Hutchinson."

"Oh…….that's kinda stuffy."

"It is?" a pause, thinking, he laughed "You know you're right, I guess it is. And you are?"

"And I am what?"

"Your name, what's your name?"

"Oh." Realisation, "Starsky, David Starsky, but everyone just calls me Starsky. 'Cept my mother….she always calls me David"

"Oh yeah me too" Hutchinson laughed.

"Your mother calls you David?" Starsky asked, confused.

"No dummy. My mother calls me Kenny, actually my father calls me Kenneth."

"Well Kenny, Kenneth Hutchinson, I'm gonna call you Hutch!"

Hutch thought about it. "Hutch. Yeah I like that."

They both laughed.

The End.