Ok so this is something that I've thought about for a while! I love the Recess show and thought it would be fun to write it in a tv show style. This is completely inspired by the UK Skins so if there are similarities that's why.

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Recess: The Next Generation

Pilot: T.J. Deitweiler

Blue eyes stare knowingly at the ceiling, filled with the excitement of the new day. The beginning of Junior year and TJ Deitweiler couldn't be any more confident that at this current moment, because this moment is the defining year, the year where everything is changing, to define who he will be till senior year. Everything is hanging on this moment, this day. To spend it with his best friends is more than he can ever ask for, and not to mention the hot clique of all the Ashleys. Having Ashley A's face fixated in his mind, he smirks broadly at the fantasies playing out in his head. Yeah this is year where he will definitely tap that.

Throwing the covers off the bed, he quickly gets up and throws on some clean clothes that are the typical messy yet pulled together. His style is pretty simple, look good. TJ knows what girls like, not as preppy to question your sexuality, but together enough to know what looks good. Of course it's not as if he really needs to clothes to bring in the ladies, his charm and outlandish wit bring him all the justice he needs. Settling for the classic Lacoste polo, and denim pants that hung right off his hips, he ran a hand through his hair and decided he looked good.

Grabbing his stuff, he walks out the door and into the bathroom and brushes his teeth. As he begins to walk out, he hears his dad start yelling his usually morning ritual.

"DOLARES! WHERE THE HELL DID ALL THE BACON GO!" His dad screams rather loudly to which ensues the usual the loud crash and the scream of his mother.

"HOW THE HELL WOULD I KNOW GARY! MAYBE IF YOU WOULD JUST EAT BREAKFAST WITH THE REST OF THE FAMILY YOU'VE SEEMED TO HAVE FORGOTTEN YOU MIGHT GET A DECENT BITE OF FOOD!" She shrieks back.

Rolling his eyes he walks straight back to his room. There is no way he's going down there. World War 3 has commenced over the last two strips of bacon and eggs. It is the same argument every morning.

"DAMNIT WOMAN!" His dad replies. "DON'T I GET ANY CREDIT THESE DAYS? IT'S BECAUSE OF ME YOU GOT ANY OF THOSE DAMN BACON AND EGGS!"

Then the classic incoherent screams starts and things go flying, as little TJ miniature likes to clap his hands and say 'BOOM!'

Chuckling slightly, he opens his window and carefully climbs onto the nearby tree limb, taking great care not to mess up his polo. Slowly climbing down, he hears the argument heating up even more so than one thought possible. As he hits the ground, he stands in front of the big window showing the kitchen. His mom is flalling her arms about in a dramatically wild gesture, her face turning into such an intense shade of red she looks as though she could explode.

"YOU UNGRATEFULY BASTARD!" Molly screams as she hurls the skillet filled with eggs towards her husband.

He just immediately ducks out of the way, shock plastered on his face as miniature TJ claps his hands and exclaims 'Boom.'

"WHAT THE HELL MOLLY! YOU CAN'T JUST THROW POTS OF FOOD AT PEOPLE!" He yells pointing to the skillet.

"IT'S CALLED A SKILLET YOU MORON, Not-

Having enough, he then picks up a stick and throws it at the window. Immediately his parents jerk around with confused expressions on their faces. He just laughs and waves at them, to which his mother waves back enthusiastically before panicking and nearly tripping picking up a piece of toast. As she waves it in front of the window, he just laughs more and walks away. Soon enough the noise is drown out by everything else.

Taking out his phone, he quickly makes a call. It's time to make an impression, and getting his friends in the right mind set is just the beginning of it.

"Hello," a voice says drowsily.

"Good morning Twot head!" He says rather too loudly.

Silence ensues for a moment except the steady breathing on the other end.

"Alright dip shit, how many times have I fucking told not to call me that!" The other voice growls out. "And seriously, it's like seven-thirty, what the fuck!"

Chuckling at his friends frustrations he simply smirks before responding. Vince was never one to be a morning person.

"Well seeing as you drive a vagina car, I think the nickname suits you," he says teasingly.

"Ok Man, you know that's not my fault! My mother just doesn't understand male pride," he says harshly.

"Or you're secretly on team men and find the male anatomy attractive therefore actually wanting the Vajaja car and pinning it on your mom," he continues to tease.

"Whatever TJ, I'm hanging the fuck up right now, " Vince says agitatedly.

Laughing into the phone, TJ quickly salvages the moment.

"Just relax man, I'm calling about Gus" he states happily.

"What about him," Vince says.

As he is about to respond, a woman clearly in her twenties smiles seductively, making it no secret she's checking him out. Smirking in return, he relishes how she bites her bottom lip with a slight blush creeping up her cheeks. Too easy.

"Dude he's gay," TJ states as if that's all that needs to be said.

"Yeah so what? When were you ever one to object to being gay?" Vince bites out.

God, Vince can be so thick sometimes.

"I don't care that he's gay you idiot," he says while rolling his eyes. "It's just that we have to make sure no one gives him crap this year. The shit that went down last year ain't happening again." He says firmly.

"Oh right, I knew that" the other guy stutters. "Well we'll just keeps that punk-ass Tyler in line, maybe lock him into the janitor's closet a few times." Vince finishes.

"Yeah, or something a little more intelligently significant" TJ replies borderline condescendingly.

"What, you don't like my methods?" Vince scoffs.

"Well as cruel as your methods are my friend, I think we can come up with something more on the lines of total social annihilation" he quips back.

"Yeah well whatever man, I gotta go someone's calling me" Vince suddenly says.

Smirking slightly, he tries to imagine who could possibly be calling him that he would be willing to talk to this early. It's probably some chick.

"Who's pretty lady," he says all debonair.

"Uh, um, j- just" he stumbles around.

"Just spit it out Vince!" TJ says.

"Look it's nobody man, lay off. I gotta go, see you in the court yard in a few," Vince says hastily before hanging up.

Shaking his head somewhat, he smiles when he reaches Mikey's house. Not even making it to the front door yet, Mikey comes running out his backpack half open and papers flying. Running straight towards him, he signals him to start running too.

"She's going to kill me!" He yells.

As soon as he reaches TJ the door flings open and standing there is a very angry large woman.

"That's it! You're life is over young man!" She screams while standing in her pink fuzzy robe, her hair sticking every stray way. "You can kiss those books goodbye, all of it!" She shrieks as we continue to get out of her line of vision.

Mikey suddenly stops, bending over trying to catch his breath.

"My life is over," he says before standing upright. "All the books, I pleaded not the books," he continued dramatically before exhaling loudly. "But what does she do? Takes the treasured books," he finishes as he gazes back to the house.

Rolling his eyes again for the umpteenth time, TJ just pats his friend on the back.

"Hate to break this to you my friend," he begins as Mikey stares right at him. "But you actually have to have a life before it's over," he finishes with a mock sad expression.

His friend just looks at him utterly flabbergasted.

"I do too have a life," he announces. "Maybe it's not filled with epic irresponsibility, and being arrested but my books give me an epic adventure that lasts a lifetime, pure poetry and total life inspiration." Mikey replies getting more dream like with every word.

"Well, you know I believe is total life inspiration?" TJ asks with a smirk already inwardly smiling to where he's going with this.

"What?" His friend replies completely enthralled.

The other boy then leans in really close to his ear, as if he's about to say the most important discovery of his life.

"Porn," he states with a laugh. "Now that's pure poetry," he finishes with a smirk as Mikey's eyes go wide before filling with disgust.

"You know, unlike common belief- porn is not the most important thing. Actually it's extremely disgusting and degrading towards women. Anyways, it all comes down to the basic act regardless how it's done," Mikey replies.

TJ just smirks slightly.

"It is not enough to conquer; one must also know how to seduce," He replies smoothly.

Suddenly Mikey stops walking and his eyes get that far away look they always do when he has an epiphany.

"Oh how I love Voltaire, maybe he has a point," he says suddenly snapping back to reality.

TJ just chuckles in response to his friend.

"Don't worry my friend," he says as he hits him on the back. "You won't be a virgin forever," he finishes.

"Hey dip shit," Vince says with a nod as TJ and Mikey walk up.

Standing next to him is the very built Gus. God, he must be the only male gay who actually didn't appear gay whatsoever. His shirt shows off practically every muscle in his body, as his blond hair blows lightly in the wind.

Pulling out of a joint, he puts it to his mouth and lights it to Mikey's horror.

"Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god! I'm so getting arrested, and then she'll burn my books!" Mikey wails.

The other three boys just laugh hysterically before Gus puts his arm around him and smiles widely.

"Oh come on Mikey, I mean you're already halfway over to the dark side, might as well join" Gus says while still smiling before taking the joint from TJ and taking a deep inhale.

Slowly exhaling, TJ watches in complete humor as Mikey still is breathing as if on the brink of hyperventilation. Gus then holds it out to Mikey, not speaking.

"No, no, nope, not gonna happen!" Mikey exclaims backing away as if it was an explosive. The rest of the boys laugh before finishing it off.

TJ then closes his eyes as he feels the effects wash over him, before dropping it and stomping the fire out.

"Come on, the Spinelli and Gretchen will already be in class" TJ speaks as he waves off the smoke.

"Yeah, and you better keep your mouth shut or Spinelli is going to kick your ass if she finds out you had a joint and didn't share it with her," Vince says as they walk towards the front building.

Mikey just snorts, while Gus laughs.

"Yeah man, you remember the last time- she didn't supply you for like a fucking week" Gus says.

TJ remembered well, it was like the worse week of his existence. Not that he was a drug addict, but it was during spring break and he needed some serious shit. The little lady outright smoked it in front of him and refused him anything.

"Ha, learned my lesson with that one" TJ said as they approached the double doors.

Walking into the hallway, they were suddenly bombarded with everyone and everything. Girls in short skirts and tight shirts and Mikey looks as him he's about to pass out from the sheer shock of seeing attractive women in such close proximities'.

"Relax, this year is going to be amazing" he says as puts a hand on his shoulder.

As they reach the lockers, he opens his and puts his stuff in. Turning around he comes face to face with the beautiful blond he's been thinking about since this morning.

"Hey, Detweiler, looking good" she says with a seductive smirk.

He simply smirks in return. Goal:

Fuck Ashley A. before school lets out.

"Well, you certainly know how get my attention" He responds still smirking.

She then steps up closer to him, flaunting her bare skin, mainly her chest.

"Had you in my mind all morning, wanted to find a way to uh" she says pausing. "Get to know you better," she states with a gleam in her eye.

Suddenly excitement welled up inside him. This is just too easy, in just a few moments I'm going to fucking Ashley A!

"Well, I think I have a place in mind" he states as he caresses her right side, barely touching the bottom of her tightly clothed breasts. Her eyes then rake over him practically eye-fucking him in the hallway.

"Hey TJ!" A girl suddenly announces obliviously to what she is interrupting.

Irritation runs through him immediately, but soon enough fades out when he sees it's only Gretchen. She just stands there, with an overly enthusiastic expression on her face. Her brown hair is won in two braids and her outfit is ridiculously quirky. But it's all Gretchen and she wouldn't be Gretchen without wearing her outlandish bright neon colors.

"Art room 10:00 Deitweiler," Ashley suddenly announces as she backs away. "I'll be ready," she finishes seductively.

As his eyes follow her down the hallway, they suddenly stop at another figure. Wearing the shortest dark-grey dress he's ever seen, Spinelli smirks knowingly at him as she leans casually against the wall with her signature army boots on her legs. Slowly looking up her fishnet tights, he finally makes it up to her face. Her dark, khol smudged eyes gleam mischievously at him.

The girl is his best friend, practically his sister, but any idiot can realize just how damn sexy she is. Following her gaze, she looks at the retreating form of Ashley A and winks at him quickly before disappearing into the classroom.

"Uh hello," Gretchen says. "Earth to TJ, TJ come in," Gretchen continues obnoxiously.

Snapping back to reality he then turns around and engulfs the girl in a really big hug. Immediately the girl just stands there, unresponsive.

"Uh you're kind of crushing me friend" she says as he squeezes her really hard.

Chuckling, he releases her and they walk to class falling into the same joking conversation they always do.

He opens the door and sitting on the desk, staring suggestively at him is Ashley. He walks slowly to her, slipping in right between her legs.

"Why Miss Ashley A. I find your school project a little lacking. I thinks it's time to remedy that," TJ speaks lowly smirking.

She then smiles sexily at him before biting her lip suggestively. Her eyes are completely dark with want and lust.

"Well then teacher, by all means teach" she says innocently.

Immediately he grabs the bottom of her shirt and smothers his lips on hers. Dragging the shirt up, she quickly pulls it off and tosses it aside before rushing to take his off as well. Then grabbing her by the waist, he roughly pushes her back on the desk and hoist himself in between her. As he grinds into her, she opens her mouth and moans.

Taking the opportunity, he slips his tongue inside. Exploring her mouth, their tongues fight each other for dominance as she undoes his pants.

Most people hate high school.

But most people weren't TJ Deitweler.

Coming up….

"So you're asking me if I can help you test run a time machine?" Spinelli asks.

The other girl just looks at her apprehensively for a moment.

"Well yeah," she finally states.

Spinelli just looks at her for a moment.

"That's a microwave Gretchen, you can't honestly believe you can punch in a couple of numbers to go back in time to prove you were there so you can get the perfect attendance award?" The girl says slowly.

Gretchen just looks around for a moment.

"I see why the hell not," she says with a shrug.


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