This is probably a one-shot, but if y'all like it, I will keep going.

The invitation brought with it some problems.

"I don't think it's a good idea."

"I think it's a great idea!"

"Mom, I want to go to California! We've never been before."

"Dad, we are going, right?"

Both kids wanted to go. Mom wanted to go. Dad thought it was the worst idea ever. Stuff tended to happen around him. Very exciting stuff. Very dangerous stuff.

"Hon, we should go. It's been awhile since you've seen them and I'm sure they've missed you. You did leave halfway through high school."

"That's my point. I left halfway through. I shouldn't be invited to the reunion." Dad was being very stubborn.

"I would like to meet your friends." Mom wanted to meet Dad's friends? Loren didn't know their parents had friends. They were old. Well, old to a six year old.

"Dad, were your friends cool?" Loren asked.

"Of course they were. I'm cool, aren't I?"

"Uh, yeah, sure. Ok." Loren said in that innocent little kid way.

"Hey, Dad? I want to go." Drake said in a monotone voice. He was a teenager and talked in the teenager way of being uninterested in anything except all the new electronics and music. If he wanted to go, it was a great accomplishment. Drake never wanted to go anywhere except to bed.

"Ugh, fine. I'll get the tickets and call Julia."

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At the reunion:

"Alex? Is that you? Holy crap, you've changed!" Tom had found Alex the second he had walked through the door.

"Yes, Tom, it's me. I got an invite for some reason." Alex said, exasperated.

"Uh, yeah. That would be me. And my wife, Julia." Alex stared at the woman attached to Tom's side. Julia? Little Miss Perfect? President of everything there was to be president?

"Wow, Tom."

"No, I think I should be telling you wow. Who is that drop dead gorgeous woman? She could never be yours." Tom stared open-mouthed at Morgan, Alex's wife. Julia stomped on his foot.

"Tom, meet Morgan. Morgan, this is Tom."

"Hi Tom. I've heard a lot about you. And American women are different from British women, apparently." Morgan stuck out her hand. Tom looked confused at Morgan's American accent.

Julia detached herself from Tom and went up to the stage to grab the microphone.

"Hello, my fellow classmates. I think we have everyone, so let's get started! I'm Julia, for those of you that don't know me." There was a polite round of applause for her as she began the party.

"Well, enough talking. I think we should hand out seating arrangements." Alex looked at Morgan. This was going to be an interesting night.

"So, where do you work, Morgan?" The kid asked. No wait! They weren't kids anymore! They were perfectly respectable adults. Adults that had called him a druggie when he was a teenager. It was Trever and his wife, James Hale and his (second) wife, and Alex and his wife at their table.

"Oh no. I stay at home." Morgan answered, thankfully not saying anything about what Alex did for a living.

"What do you do, Alex? Still doing drugs? Or are you in rehab right now?" This little comment earned Trever a jab to the ribs from his wife. Right. Trever was the one that had started the rumor about him being a druggie. Morgan looked about ready to blow, but Alex put a hand on her knee to calm her.

"No. I never did drugs, Trever. That was you that started that rumor. I'm a colonel in the Army now." Alex's voice was perfectly calm and level when he said it. Morgan was impressed with his self-control. She would've punched someone by now.

"Yeah. And I'm Donald Duck." Trever replied.

"Hi, Donald, nice to meet you. I'm Alex."

The look on Trever's face was priceless. It was the kind of face that just can't quite be described right.

"Well, now that that's settled, hey James. Long time, no see."

Morgan started wondering how the kids were doing and pulled out her phone to call them.

"Hey kids. How's it going over there? You haven't blown anything up yet, right?"

"Of course not, Mom. When was the last time I ever did that? Wait...it was with Blake. He's not here, so you don't have to worry. We're cool." Drake answered, and then hung up after talking for 10 seconds. The short conversation eased Morgan's mind, however, and she went back to join Alex's conversation.

Not the best I've ever written, but certainly not the worst. Let me know if y'all want me to keep going. If I don't get a lot of feedback, I'll just leave it as it is. :)