AN: I realize that this isn't very true to the game, and I did make it that way. It's a fan fiction for a reason. There are some spoilers, but overall, I tried to keep the charater modifications to a minimum. I really did.

*Don't own the characters, blah blah blah, read.

A pen skittered across the fresh page, inking out thoughts in a reserved handwriting. A boy by the name of Miles Edgeworth crouched near a deserted corner, freeing himself from his long day at school. He ignored the dirty floor, dust clinging to his crisp, fresh clothing. He didn't notice the strands of his slicked hair fall into his eyes either. He just wrote, he did what he did best.

"I realize that the teachers think I'm rather bright, but I don't want their praise. They say I have perfect schoolwork, a record to die for, and a promising record. Whether it's directly, or inirectly, they put me in an awkward position. Not one of the other thirty-some kids in my class get nearly as much praise. They all think I'm a Teacher's Pet, which I probably am. But I don't try to be one, I can't help but do the best I can, like my father always tells me to. I want a friend. I am alone in this new school I moved to recently. Maybe I just don't try ha-"

Miles snapped the journal closed, aware that someone was just behind him. He peered over his shoulder to lock eyes with none other than Phoenix Wright, A spiky-haired kid from his own grade, with a pained look written all over his face. He stood there awkwardly, scabby knees twitching, eyes darting about nervously.

Phoenix was an athletic boy, but not as smart as fit. The staff throughout the school admired him for his strong sense of pride and justice, but not to a fault. He was an only child, much like Miles himself, so he was often bored and lonely without a brother to scheme with, or a sister to tease and bicker with. Larry Butz substituted though, and the two were brotherly and their personalities were sharp and matched almost perfectly. Larry was much more reckless though, not as precise, or intelligent. They were both daredevils, and that was all that mattered to them.

"What do you want Phoenix?" snarled Miles, clutching his private thoughts to his chest, well away from the curious eyes of Phoenix.

The usually so up-beat boy placed a hand on Miles's shoulder solemnly. "To be your friend." Miles look up at him curiously for a moment, before hiding his face behind his large, grey bangs, focusing his eyes on a pair of familiar large, broken-in sneakers.

"Don't lie, I hear you and your friends make fun of me," he hissed as he yanked his shoulder away.

Phoenix was quick though, he grabbed a fuming Miles by the arm before he could jump to his feet and escape, keeping a firm hold this time.

"Miles, I'm serious. No one should be without a friend..and stop calling me Phoenix. Nick is much easier to go by."

"Phoen-"

"Nick."

"Nick..."

"Yes?"

"Why do you want to befriend me though?" The scrawny boy glared, eyes cold and unforgiving.

"Why not?" the spiky-haired boy challenged. "Like I said, everyone should have a friend. And..err..I..well-"

"Well what?" Miles snapped, annoyed by his stuttering.

Phoenix looked down suddenly, running his fingers through his spiky hair nervously, "Well...everyone thinks you're just another loser.."

Miles cringed, he knew exactly what his classmates think of him, but hearing it directly hit a nerve. He looked away quickly, blinking back a few tears. "I..I am just a loser," he mumbled.

"...but you're not, Edgey. I want to prove them all wrong, I will be your friend."

Phoenix's small chest swelled with pride as he finished his statement, causing a small grin to form on his new friend's lips. "Do you..do you really mean that Nick..?" All the hatred drained from Miles's eyes, now brimming with newfound hope and tears.

"Of course I do Miles." He then extended a hand to help the younger boy up, to seal their new friendship. The dumbstruck boy sat there for a moment before gripping his hand tightly, allowing himself to be pulled up by his new friend.

"Friends?" A grin played across Nick's face as he waited for an approval.

"Friends." Miles smiled for the first time in ages, shaking Nick's hand in approval, brushing away everything he had ever once thought of him. He was ready to become accepted.

Nick, bursting with the joy of making a new friend chattered away, "Great! I can't wait to introduce you to Larry, he's my best friend, we always.."

Miles clung on to every word, but heard nothing but rambling. He was filled with happiness, giddy with the thought of being in Nick's circle of friends. "Wow...but, how did this suddenly happen...?" he pondered silently.

"...Anyways, I have to hurry home. See you tomorrow Edgey?" Nick nudged Myles's side, waiting hopefully for his reaction. "Sure thing...Nick," he struggled not to call him by his full name, but Nick was overjoyed that he managed. "Great, later!"

Miles stood for a few moments after Nick threw on his bookbag and rushed out of the room, sending a few stacks of papers flying. He slumped against the wall and clutched his journal to his chest happily, overwhelmed.

"Yeah..see you tomorrow then.."

He opened the notebook after a few more moments of pure bliss and crossed out everything he perviously wrote, scrawling in a different entry, reflecting on the sudden change of events in his life.

"Phoenix Wright..My new friend. He's a popular kid, so I still wonder why he wants to have anything to do with me. It'd probably reflect badly on his repuation, i'd assume. I shouldn't complain though, I don't have anything he'd want from me, right? Hopefully. The look in his eyes truly said he wanted to be my friend, I could tell. I didn't doubt him one ounce, he's a good kid, right? Right. We'll see how this works out though. I'm supposed to meet his partner-in-crime, Larry Butz, tomorrow. Hopefully he doesn't think poorly of me.."

Satisfied, he pressed the notebook between some text books in his bag and tossed the pen in distractedly, leaving the fallen papers on the floor as he exited the room, smiling from ear to ear. He ignored the echoing footsteps of his own as he walked through the hallway, usually they would make him nervous, feel as though he's being watched.

He slunk out of the the empty school, making sure to carefully lock and close every door he went through on his way out. Miles didn't want to be at fault if a robber decided to pay a visit to the school that same day.

"But of course, if that did happen, my father would defend me. He could win any case." He smiled to himself, proud of his father as he wandered aimlessly through a peculiar neighborhood, jumping at every small noise, screeching when a rat ran across the pathway in front of him. "Dumb rats...better take the usual route way home next time."

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