Notes: There is a CC for this story. I contacted some people already. If I did not e-mail you and you would like to be in this story, e-mail me at elijahlover01 (at) yahoo (dot) com. Hmm…it's annoying that it's the only way to put my e-mail in a chapter. Oh, and those that did e-mail me…I really appreciate it.

Anyway, I thought this was a cool idea for a story. Oh, and I have a newsie moment. Yesterday at work, I saw a guy who looked a lot like Dutchy. Very blond hair and glasses…yeah, I was excited. I think it's so cool when I find someone who looks like a newsie. Oh and not all the guys in the story have earned their nicknames yet. If that makes sense. Oh well….you'll see eventually.

Nicholas Johnson threw his backpack onto the nearest bunk as he entered the dorm room of Redman High School for Boys. The bag fell back to the floor with a loud thump but he ignored it as he collapsed on the nearest chair.

"Do you mind," the other boy, David Jacobs asked him, turning from his place at one of the desks in the room, "I'm trying to study here."

"You're always studying," Nicholas pointed out, brushing his hand through his brown curls.

"Then you wouldn't understand Nick," David said, blue eyes traveling back to the papers spread before him. Nick sighed in frustration at his roommate. Only Nick jumped in slight fright as a frantic pounding came from the door.

He opened it to none other than his best friend and one of three roommates, Zachary Krus, whose arms were loaded with a large box. Nick quickly helped carry it inside and set it on a table nearby. Zach straightened to his full height after getting rid of the heavy load.

"What's this," Nick asked him. Zachary just stared at him for a moment.

"What do you think," Zach questioned, "Obviously, it's another package from my mom, telling me just how much she misses me."

"Skitts, you need to relax," Nick told him, "Besides, you know your mom makes the best cookies."

"Did I hear cookies," another voice asked. The guy at the door had brown hair and wore glasses.

"Finally another sane person," David exclaimed as the door closed behind the fourth and final roommate.

"Davey, you study all day and only leave the room for meals and bathroom breaks," Nathan Hunts told him, "That's barely called sane."

"Thank you Specs," Nick sighed in relief, "I can't seem to get through to him that he's just not normal."

"He needs a social life," Skittery pointed out.

"Says the guy with no social life whatsoever," David commented dryly.

"David," Specs said, "You have the highest average in the class. I don't think studying will get you any higher on the scale…especially not with the girls."

"Who has time for girls when we have school to concentrate on," David asked with a sigh, finally putting down his pen and paper, "Besides, if you don't remember, we live at an all boys school…"

"Not exactly the best place to find women," Nick mimicked David as he said the words. David glared at him while Skittery and Specs laughed.

"You do sound like that," Specs told him, "I guess we'll have to wait until we're in our twenties before we can find women in our lives."

Their conversation was interrupted by pounding on the door. The four looked at each other, until David finally stood up.

"I'll get it," he mumbled when nobody else bothered to move. When he opened the door, nobody was there. The only thing different was the flyer tacked to the door. He picked it up and read it out loud.

FIRST ANNUAL DANCE

WITH THE KREIGER SCHOOL FOR GIRLS

WHEN: OCTOBER 16, 7:00 PM

WHERE: KREIGER GYM

THIS IS THE FIRST TIME FOR THIS EVENT TO TAKE PLACE.

ON SATURDAY, A MEETING WILL OCCUR IN OURGYM AREA WITH THE GIRLS OF THE KREIGER SCHOOL AT 10 AM. TAKE THE TIME TO GET TO KNOW THEM BEFORE THE BIG DANCE.

Farther down the hall

"A dance," a boy with long black hair asked, looking at the flyer, "Why are they doing this now?"

"Who knows Miguel," Blake Richland replied, "But I'm not complaining."

"Me neither Blink," a voice said in a heavy New York accent. Both turned to face Vince Price, "Who wants to bet that I can get a date?"

"Race, everyone is going to get a date," the last boy spoke up. Ivan Halfield was usually making sense for once, "The girls there probably haven't seen a guy in months. They're going to want a date."

"You just have to take the fun out of everything, don't you Dutchy," Race asked, "So Bumlets, are you excited about the dance," Race glanced at him.

"I guess," Miguel replied, "I'll have to see once I meet the girls."

"Who cares," Race commented, "The girls will be all over us."

"How can you know," Bumlets asked, "What if they don't like us?"

"Not like us," Blink questioned, "Are you insane? Some of them are bound to like us. They can't hate us all."

"I guess you're right," Bumlets agreed, "but I'm still a little nervous."

"Don't be," a new voice spoke up from the doorway. Michael Nichols leaned against the doorframe as he peered in.

"Like you would know Spot," Race stated with a smirk, "What would you know about girls?"

"Plenty," Spot answered, and then scowled, "And don't call me that."

"I can call you whatever I want," Race told him, "But continue…what do you know about girls?"

"I have two older brothers," Spot replied, "They told me all about women…what they like, don't like, flowers, chocolate…the whole thing."

"Hey, doesn't your sister go to Kreiger," Blink asked suddenly. Spot nodded.

"Yeah, she goes there," Spot answered, "But it doesn't mean that I can't date her friends."

"How…nice of you," Bumlets commented, barely hiding the disgust in his voice.

"I can't believe they're coming here…tomorrow," Blink said, "All those girls in one room…I haven't seen that many girls since before I came here."

"That's because we go to an All-Boys school," Race grumbled, "The one thing about school that I can't stand."

"The one thing," Spot asked, raising an eyebrow in questioning, "After all the times I've listened to you complain about schoolwork, the cramped living space and the uniforms."

"Okay, so it's the thing I hate the most," Race told him.

"Do we have to wear tuxes," Bumlets asked. The boys all looked at each other at that question...dreading the answer they were sure to hear.

Notes: Next chapter is going to be the girls at Kreiger.