Title: Seasons of Love
Rating: PG-13
Chapter: One - MAYBE DALEY, MAYBE LOVE, MAYBE SICK
Summary: Its the gangs senior year.
Other sites the fic can be found: Possibly later.
Disclaimer(s): I don't own anything but the idea. I think Discover Kids owns all the characters so far... I'll say if I own anything else. Based off of RENT's "Seasons of Love".

"Its almost over!" Taylor shouted as she jumped up in the air into Eric's arms, wrapping her legs around his waist. He cupped her cheek in his hand and supported her with the free arm as they kissed softly on the lips.

"Yup, only... one hundred and thirty-four days left," Nathan added, wrapping an arm around Daley.

"Um, Sweetheart, that's... one hundred and thirty-five days," she corrected as the group of six friends walked down the street. "Today was our first day and there are one hundred thirty-six days in the school year," she explained, shaking her head.

"Mel'..." Jackson started as their friends walked ahead of them. The two friends walked hand-in-hand together down the street.

"Jackson..." she cut him off and placed a kiss on his lips, gently massaging the inside of his mouth and catching him off guard. At first, he stood in shock, but then responded by returning the romantic soft kiss.

He suddenly pulled away, dropping her hand from his. "Mel', listen to me... I know this might seem harsh and I love you, but... you're more like my sister and the more we're together, the more I see that," he explained softly, his hands set on her shoulders.

She stared at the ground, pursing her lips together tightly, as if in depressed deep thought. She then nodded, looking up at him sadly and smiled. "Friends?" she offered.

"Friends," he agreed with a relieved smile. She then moved to give him a hug. When he obliged, returning the hug, she rubbed his back and pecked his cheek. "I love you, Mel'," he added.

"I love you too, Jackson," she said as they pulled away and together the two friends proceeded to follow their friends.

Daley covered her mouth as, once again, she started to cough. That's when Nathan noticed how pale she had gotten through the day. And although they had gotten out early, she seemed as if she would pass out with exhaustion.

"Love, are you alright?" he asked, whispering in her ear as she slowly wheezed her breathing to normal.

She nodded, being as stubborn as ever, replying, "Of course I am. I'm just a little shaken up. After all, it is our senior year." She gave him a brave smile as if covering something up.

"Dale, you're pale and..." he paused to feel her forehead with the back of his hand and his eyes went wide with the temperature. "You're burning! That's it... you're going home," he ordered.

"Nate, I'm fine. Really," she assured, kissing his cheek and walked inside the malt shop behind Taylor and Eric.

Nathan groaned as if he knew he screwed up somehow and walked into the glass wall of the malt. Daley gasped, covering her mouth as she sat beside Taylor.

"Nathan," Melissa exclaimed as he pulled away from the wall, holding his nose with one hand and rubbing his forehead with the other. "Are you okay?" she asked, pushing her hair out of her face and behind her ears.

"Yeah," he assured, walking stiffly into the resturant.

"Are you sure?" Jackson questioned in concern.

"Yeah," Nathan repeated, sitting across from Daley and took her hand in his.

Daley smiled, pulling her hand out of his and ran her index finger through her hair. But when she pulled it out, she found a small lock of her bright strawberry hair had come out. She quickly balled it in her hand, making a fist. "Excuse me," she muttered and rushed to the wash room. She stood before the mirror, staring at her hand holding her hair in horror. Looking up at her reflection in the mirror, she started to sob to herself.

"Is she okay in there?" Nathan asked, twenty minutes later, stirring his chocolate shake with his straw nervously.

"She's fine," Eric said with a careless shrug, receiving a sharp glare from Jackson.

"I'll go check on her," Melissa offered, getting up and headed to the bathroom. Her mouth dropped when she found Daley on the ground in the feitle position, crying her eyes out. "Daley," Melissa said, squatting down next to her and rubbed her back. "Oh, Daley," she sighed, pulling her in her arms to comfort the weeping teenage girl.