A/N Just an idea that was floating around in my head, though I may not update soon or regularly. I don't own Scrubs. Edited cause of spelling mistakes.
Andy
It was my first day of my first year of college. And I was ready.
My best friend, Percival Jason Cox (who insisted on being called Jay), was walking through the doors with me.
"Wish we had all the same classes," he said as we walked. "I hate the thought of being in a class without someone who makes fun of the teacher with me."
"Me too," I sighed. "But we do have a few together."
"Most of which I'll fail, and you'll fail what I pass," he said.
"Not if you study," I pointed out, trying to be reasonable.
"But I don't want to study," he said in a way that reminded me of Dr Cox-his dad-mocking my dad.
"Well, neither do I," I told him as we passed his classroom. "You missed the door to anatomy."
"Oops," he turned. "Later Turk."
"Later Dorian," I teased while giving him a glare. My name wasn't really Turk, that was just what he called me every so often for no reason, it defiantly made me mad-so in response, I called him Turk's best friend's last name.
Jay glared at me as he disappeared. I laughed and continued on my way to some mind development class.
Turk's best friend also happened to be my dad, John Dorian. My mom-Elliot Reed Dorian-and him are doctors-like Jay's dad. Along with Uncle Turk-only Uncle Turk's a surgeon.
Jay was studying to be a surgeon as well-mostly to make his dad mad. Cocks-dad had my brother Sam and I call him Uncle until Cox had gotten us to stop-almost completely hated surgeons.
Oh, and me, I'm Andy Dorian, studying to be a psychologist, and not a guy, despite that fact that my name's Andy and I have the middle name John. I blame my parents.
Gabriella
"This is so drab," Isabella moaned as she studied her reflection in the mirror.
"It's not that bad," I said looking up at her. My sister was now a beautician, trying to be the next Cocoa Chanel-while living off wages she earned in a 'Cuts by Us'.
"Popcorn?" Sam asked, holding out the bowl. I grabbed a scoop before he sat down in an armchair.
"What's going on?" he asked around a mouthful of popcorn.
Sam Dorian was my dad's best friend's son. We had been inseparable since I was born.
"Nothing looks right!" Izzy whined as she couldn't get her hair up.
"You're going to be late," Sam said with a pointed look at his watch.
Izzy swore as she raced toward the door, grabbing her purse as she went.
"We're alone," Sam grinned down at me.
"Yep," I said, moving to stand beside his chair.
He grinned, as I leaned down to kiss him.