Author Note: I wrote this five part gem in 2012, but I wound up not liking it and I plan on doing a rebooted version of this at some point in the future.

The Next Gen of Sloanes

"And stop talking in the third person!" his mother yell echoed in his ears as he stepped out the front door and purposely slammed it closed, hard.

"God Tommy Sloane's mom is a bitch!" Tommy Sloane muttered to himself as he ran his fingers through his longish auburn hair and blinked his eyes, still trying to get used to the new prescription for his contacts.

"Gotta let my big green eyes shine," Tommy had thought to himself that morning, willing to endure itchy eyes to avoid wearing his glasses, he hated those things!

They made him look like such a nerd!

And he wasn't a nerd, he was one of the most popular guys in Fielding Prep, he had the right background, damn good looks, muscle, cool cars, lots of cash, and the fact that he was the first football player the school had had in decades that was good at the game didn't hurt either.

Speaking of cool cars, he took the Escalade that day and threw his bag in the back, it was the weekend but it contained some supplies for later.

It didn't take long for him to reach the house of his cousin and best friend, Louis Mackenzie who was already waiting for him.

"Hey Louiee!" Tommy said in greeting once Louis had gotten into the car.

"Yo Tommy," Louis replied, "You like the new dreds?"

"Oh yeah man," Tommy answered while turning up the radio since a cool song was blarring, "What did Aunt Elsie say about it?"

"He he he he," Louis laughed, "Mom wants me to at least cut them a bit, but Dad said that it was only hair and Summer just started so it's not like anyone can say anything."

The unspoken answer to that was the grandparents, and the other members of the Sloane clan, but they weren't expected at the Cove for at least another couple months.

Tommy shuddered at the thought and spoke his thoughts aloud, "Man Tommy Sloane thinks that the Cove is going to be extra sucky this year."

"Dude," Louis replied mockingly, "The Cove is designed to suck, it's purpose is to destroy all that is cool so it can turn us into the next generation of old money."

Tommy shuddered even more at that thought, "That's sick man."

"It's the truth," Louis said in a rare moment of seriousness, "Just think, one day we'll be the ones judging our kids and grandkids about their hair and clothes and the way we talk."

That last dig got to Tommy, "Hey man, Tommy Sloane like's talking this way, it just feels... Natural to him, ya know?"

Louis just smiled and said, "Just yanking your chain man, so to change topics, we're picking up Pat VIII and Patricia and then what?"

Tommy grinned very evilly at that, "We're going to fly to Miami and party for the next couple days, Tommy Sloane cleared it with Dad so it's all good."

Louis purred with pleasure, "Oh yeah, lots of booze and girls and no parents in sight, I guess my parents are ok with it?"

Tommy shrugged, "Dad said he'd take care of it, same with the Pat's parents."

Louis then twisted the knife, "What about Aunt Daria?"

Tommy blanched and said, "Tommy Sloane pities his Dad, but Dad said he wants me to have some fun so he'll bite bullet for us."

Louis shook his head and said, "Man Uncle Tom is cool... I just wish that your Mom was that way too."

"Tommy Sloane wishes that too," Tommy said in rare melancholy, "Tommy Sloane wishes that too..."

They then continued their journey which would lead them to the land of sun and booze and sex and drugs and fun.

But first they just needed the Pat's, then the airport, then they would be truly on their way.