"What is it like, being fifteen?" Blake asked, sounding worried.

"No different than being fourteen," Dylan replied. "Don't worry about it."

"Yeah," Alex agreed.

"Don't worry about not having to take that test. That's next year," Dylan replied.

Blake was huddled in the corner of his bed, knees to his chest, arms wrapped around his knees. He was terrified of growing older; he wasn't sure how the outside world would take suicidal people like him.

"Just don't worry about the future," Alex said.

"Save that for years to come. Focus on today," Dylan replied.

"That is so cliché," Blake replied.

Dylan nodded, "That is true."

"Let's focus on one thing at the time," Alex offered. "Right now let's focus on your birthday." Blake made a squeaking sound. Alex didn't know how take that sound; so he said, "Don't get to excited."

Dean looked at the text message that Dylan or Alex had sent him. It had said,

Blake is worrying about his birthday.

Dean had to show Roman and Seth the message. Dean was worried, because Blake was freaking out.

"What do I do?" Dean asked, worried. "What do I tell them to tell Blake?"

Seth and Roman looked at each other.

"Tell them to tell Blake…" Seth trailed off.

The door opened and they looked at Triple H.

"Hold on Triple H. I have to calm my cousin's fears of turning fifteen." Dean explained quickly.

Triple H wondered what he would do, if one of his kids turned out to be suicidal. It seems like Dean is handling it a lot better than he probably ever would. Just because of that, it earned a bit of Triple H's respect.

Triple H had no clue on how to help a suicidal teenager. "Tell him that he'll get over it." Dean started texting. "No wait. Don't send that."

"To late," Dean said with a grin.

Triple H scowled at his employee.

That is rude.

My boss said it. Not me. Dean replied back.

"I didn't want to grow up either," Dean said. "Now look at me. I'm thirty and old."

"You're not that old," Dylan said.

"What do you qualify as old?" Dean asked.

Dylan thought that through, "Fifty."

"Fifty?" Dean repeated, amused.

"Yeah, forty is still young. I mean they had my sister had twenty and my mom had me at twenty-eight. My mom's forty-three." Alex explained and shrugged.

"How's Emma's investigation doing?" Blake asked, rubbing his eye.

"Her roommate was going to BDSM conventions with his girlfriend." Alex explained and shrugged.

Seth was confused, "Roommate?"

"She was concerned that her roommate might have been doing some shady stuff. She didn't want to get caught up in it," Alex explained.

"So she hired a private investigator, why?" Roman asked.

Alex stared, "Would you tell your roommate that you're into BDSM?"

"Not really," Roman agreed.

"Where does your sister live?" Christina asked.

"New Orleans. She said that she wants to be an unemployed college graduate," Alex said.

"That's the spirit," Roman said with a smile.

"Anyway," Dean said and looked at Blake. "There will be a time, when you look back on all of this and realize that you didn't have fun, all because you worrying about the future. So focus on the present."

"Now," Seth inputted.

Dean looked at Seth, "Thank you Seth."

"Hey, Emma sent you this for your birthday," Alex said. He handed Blake a small yellowish envelope.

Blake grabbed the envelope and opened it. He took out a happy birthday card and looked at it. He opened it and looked at the hundred dollar bill. He looked at it and then at all the signatures on the card.

"Oh look. People I didn't know existed," Blake said. There were at least thirty signatures. It made Blake feel a little better because Emma was at least thinking of him or that Alex had to remind Emma. He decided that it was nice that Emma bothered sending him a card and money. "Should I send her a thank you note or letter?"

"You could borrow my phone and thank her," Alex said.

Blake smiled, "Thanks." Alex took his phone out and found Emma's contact name. Blake started to type a message and then the phone vibrated. Blake looked at the message that came up from Dylan. It said, Französisch toast.

Blake stared at the message, "Dylan just called you French toast in German."

Alex had to look at the message, "He did." He started to laugh, "What a bitch."

Blake was confused. He would never understand Dylan and Alex's relationship. Then again, Blake didn't understand relationships in general; all it seemed to him was that they were friends with special benefits.

Alex and Blake were watching a documentary about H.H. Holmes.

"I don't like his moustache," Blake said. "I want to rip it off."

Alex nodded, "His mustache looks like a broom. I would take him and sweep my sidewalk with it." Blake started cracking up and Alex grinned.

"Glad he's gone. We don't need people like him," Blake said.

Alex nodded. He was eating string cheese and Blake looked at him weirdly. "Do you think that H. H. Holmes is the original Triple H?"

Blake didn't answer that. Alex decided to change topics. "Don't worry about turning fifteen, by the way." He pointing half of the cheese stick at Blake. "You'll get used to being fifteen. It's not that different."

"I don't want to turn fifteen," Blake said. He sounded distressed.

Alex sighed. He didn't want to be rude, but Blake's 'emoness' sometimes pisses him off. Sometimes, Alex wanted was to slap Blake back into reality. He pulled a piece off the string cheese.

"Get over it. Yeah, I don't want to turn eighteen, but it'll happen someday. Dean didn't want to grow up either, look at him now. No one wants to grow up, but it'll happen eventually. Think about the suicidal people, they have to grow up. It's a part of life. There's no Neverland to run off to. What's the point of not aging? Not aging is boring. In the Sorcerer's Stone, Dumbledore said 'Death is but the next greatest adventure.' Dumbledore is a wise man."

Blake looked at Alex. He could always count on Alex to punch and kick him back into reality. He was going to say 'thanks' but instead what came out was, "You read Harry Potter way too much."

"Harry Potter is a good series," Alex said.

A/N: I decided to make this a two-shot because I want the last chapter to be on the sixth, which is Blake's birthday.

I was watching a documentary called Haunted America: Murder Castle with my mom. It was about H.H. Holmes. I mentioned that I wanted to rip off Holmes's mustache.

My dad came home and after watching the episode, mentioned that Holmes's "mustache looks like a broom and I would sweep my sidewalk with it."

My mom later asked us, "Is H.H. Holmes the original Triple H?"

So, that's where Alex and Blake's conversation came from.

I accidentally embarrassed my friend one day and when I came home from school, he sent me a text message calling me French toast in German.