A/N: Just something I've wanted to happen.

Disclaimer: Every known character goes to its own show and CBS owns them all, not me! Sorry!

At the Hoftstader house, Lenny steps out of bed and immediately goes to the shower. As he steps out, towel wrapped around him, he finds his mother flossing at the counter. With a disgusted look on his face, Lenny marches past without a word and locks himself in his bedroom. Quick as a wink, his mom is already on the other side knocking impatiently.

"Let me get dressed in privacy, huh? I'm a senior this year!"

"Well, Shelly's your age and he's a teacher at your school! Why can't you be more like him?"

She receives no response as Lenny pulls his jeans up and starts to gather his things in his backpack. Sure enough, she starts up again.

"Did you pack two notebooks? One for note taking and one for-"

"Scheduling." He finishes. "Yeah, I got them."

"A ruler and a tractor? Three number two pencils? Your inhaler?"

"Yes, yes, yes and yes."

"What about your schedule?"

"It's right here."

"Read to me what classes you've got."

"Ugh… U.S. Government, Society Breakdown, Physics, Real World Situations and Sociology."

"What'll you be doing during free hour? Don't be dillydallying. Or you'll wind up like cousin Leo. He started off lollygagging about the school hallways and now he's-"

"Huffing paint under the freeway." He finishes for the second time. "Don't worry. I'll be in the library. Or working on a project for the science fair."

He opens the door and steps out into the hall. He gives his mom half a hug then speed walks away. "I gotta get to Derek's house. Spence worked out a deal last week and now he's driving us to school."

"That's nice. Remember, I'm a guidance counselor if you need any help during school."

Lenny nods and heads out. Derek Morgan only lives across the street and down three houses. Derek had woken up to a busy house. He and his older sisters clutter around each other to get ready. He helps his younger sister and soon, the house is very empty. Once Lenny arrives, Spencer Reid is already waiting. He has styled hair, thin glasses and a sports coat. He is sitting in the back of Derek's jeep. Lenny eagerly runs up and joins them.

"New look?" Lenny nods to Spencer.

"Tony said I should look more like a senior and maybe people will listen more." He looks Lenny over. "Maybe you should wear lifts?"

"C'mon," Derek groans. We're wasting daylight, here."

Lenny hops in and they are on their way. Lenny and Spencer remain in the back, discussing several scientific theories about the academy while Derek messes with the radio. He stops at "What's Your Name" by Lynyrd Skynrd. He stops at a red light, miming the lyrics and air guitar. He doesn't notice the car pulling up next to them. It is a shiny black convertible with three girls and a guy. They are rocking out to their own radio selection. "Should I Stay (Or Should I Go)" by The Clash.

One girl has black pigtails and is wearing very bright yellow. She is air drumming. Another girl has a long black ponytail. She is singing along with her head raised high. The last girl has cocoa brown hair. It is wild and loose as she sways to the music. The driver is obviously younger than the girls. He is wearing a football jersey and he taps his fingers along the steering wheel as they wait. The song ends as the cars depart from the stoplight. The jeep heads straight on, while the convertible turns left. "Promises and Empty Words" by Scars on 45 come on. The girl with the ponytail turns the volume down as she looks around to her friends.

"So, what classes do we got?"

"Well," the girl in the pigtails snaps her gum and pulls out a folded piece of paper from her jeans pocket. "I got real world situations, criminal justice II, sociology, forensic anthropology…"

"Foren-a, what?" the wild haired girl exclaims. "Why you gotta be all sciencey, Abby?"

"I'm a scientist, Ange. It's what we do." She smiles. "Oh, and media. What about you?"

"That's easy." Ange takes out her own paper and reads aloud. "The budgeting awaits, the great arts of theatre, the joyous sounds of harmony, the forced triangular manipulation and the butchery of manual labor." She collapses in the back seat.

"So…" the ponytail hair girl sighs. "Finances, drama, music, trig and gym?"

"Yeah, pretty much."

"How'd you do that, Joan?" the boy asks.

"It's all in the mind, Wayne. All in the mind."

Wayne pulls into the parking lot of a convenience market as another car pulls out. This car is a red Mercedes Benz. Inside are three blonde girls and a tall baseball player. Their radio is on, as well. Karmin's "Crash Your Party."

"Don't they know you're the king of the castle?" the younger one with a pink halter-top sings.

"You think you're the star of the show!" the blonde with the pink streaks laughs.

"But I'm about to let you know!" the last blonde, her hair pulled into a glittery headband, chants.

"I'm here to crash your party!" All the girls, and the boy, sing along to the final notes.

Once the song is over, the radio is down. The guy is chugging an energy drink while he drives. The girl with the pink streaks tries to apply her contacts. The girl in the headband turns to everyone.

"Okay." She pulls out her list. "I've got media, art, psychology, astrology and sociology."

"Astrology, physics, American history, English, u.s. government and biology." The girl in the halter-top reads.

"Wait, Cooper." The boy swerves. "That's six classes."

"Yeah." She groans as if it is the most obvious thing in the world. "I'm a sophomore."

"That sucks majorly."

"What classes do you have, Craig?"

The headband girl reaches into his jacket pocket and pulls out his schedule. She gives him a quick kiss on his cheek before reading to the other girls.

"Psychology, astrology, trig, geology and a lies & secrets class?"

"Relax, JJ." He assures her. "It's not you I'm lying to."

She responds with another kiss and, this time, Craig O'Laughlin lets go of the wheel. Missy Cooper springs into action and reaches over the couple. She is driving from the backseat, telling Craig when to go or stop. The other girl finally can see. She pulls out her schedule.

"Criminal Justice, a computer technician class, library tech, astrology and I have to repeat junior English."

"Alright, Penelope!" Missy squeals. "We're all in astrology!"

They pass a pickup truck with one guy driving and six people in back. The guy driving is wearing a Texas hat and has a cigarette sticking out of his mouth. There are four boys and two girls riding in back. One girl has choppy black hair and looks like she just came out of a lingerie magazine. The other girl looks a bit nerdy but is playing with a cigarette lighter. Flick on, flick off. A boy is trying to make a waterproof bomb with a beer bottle and a broken alarm clock. Another boy is fidgeting in the corner, speed talking to himself. They are all seniors. Another boy is stabbing the truck with a collection of darts, and the last boy is panting as he reads an issue of Fangora. The truck stops behind the school. An elderly teacher in a white robe stops them and asks for their names.

"Dumar." The Texan drawls.

"Lori." The choppy haired girl.

"Danny." the boy with the darts.

"Toby. No, Raphael. No, Toby." The boy in the corner argues with himself.

"Brett." He doesn't look up from his paperback.

"Burn-adette." Lighter girl.

"Parsa." The bomb-making boy.

"Welcome to Imagine. See in your mind's eye how the world is to be." The man leads the kids into a dark barn behind the school.