Dewey sat down on the couch next to his long time friend and roommate, Ned. "Dude, what's up?" Ned had been moping since they had finally returned, less than an hour before they had waited for all of the kids and for Ross to leave with their parents, after all the celebrations from battle of the bands. It had been a hectic night but Dewey was worried about his friend.
"Its nothing Dewey, I was just expecting Patty to be here, telling me to not let you walk all over me again." "Dude, I never walked over you ... if I ever tried, I'm sorry." "It's okay Dewey, its just weird. All I've got now is subbing." Dewey tried an encouraging smile "Which your great at! And you'll always have two more things," Dewey looked down "me and rock!" Ned smiled at him, "come on, I want to show you something."
Ned got up and beckoned for Dewey to follow him, they made their way through the flat and into Ned's bedroom. Dewey felt a little uncomfortable, "What are we doing in here man?" Ned opened the door to his closet and stepped inside before opening another door that Dewey had never seen before. Dewey also stepped inside and peered into the hidden compartment curious to see what was hidden here.
"Ned..." "She wanted me to throw it all away, I couldn't, I didn't want to." Inside the compartment lay all of Ned's rock things, his bass was in its stand, still in prime condition, his rocker clothes and boots were all folded neatly in typical Ned fashion, stored on shelves. Dewey even spotted the make-up that they had used for Death Maggot. One shelf was full of old ticket stubs and flyers for the gigs they had played and venues they had been to.
But there was one thing that touched Dewey more than knowing his friend had not given in completely to the bitch that had been his girlfriend. Across from the shelves was a whole wall covered in photographs, from present day – a photo that had been taken a few weeks ago, to a few weeks after they had first met when they were a little younger than the kids in school of rock. Some of them where with family, others with friends, some of the various bands each of them had been part of; some of them were even school photographs! The ones that stood out the most to Dewey though where the ones in the centre of the wall, the heart of the collage. A selection of photo's of just the two of them, best friends through it all.
"Hey Ned," Dewey started turning and slinging an arm around Ned's shoulders, "How do you feel about teaching kids rock after school?" "It's sounds like a good idea Dewey." They left Ned's room, and entered the kitchen. Ned smiled and picked up the phone, "You want take out?" He asked, as he hadn't had any since Patty and him started dating, "sure" Dewey called from the lounge, where he was seated once again on the couch, he switched on the TV and settled on a movie. Ned soon came and joined him while waiting for the take out to arrive. "Let the good times roll." He whispered.