A/N- Hey guys! I'm back with another fic. This wonderful story was accidentally inspired by maristhesealatin (Thesea) I somehow found myself reading the massive list of things she has on her profile and had a master plan come forth. The friend vs. best friend things. She picked her top ten, and I wrote them out. So, without further delays, here you go.


Chapter 1/5


FRIENDS: Borrows your stuff for a few days then gives it back.
BEST FRIENDS: Loses your crap and tells you, "My bad...here's a tissue."


"Where is it!" Dick yelled to no one. The Boy Wonder was completely panicking now. His room lay in shambles all around him, and if Alfred were to see it he would surely have his hide. However, stopping to clean the mess was not his top priority.

Jumping around the room, finding the rare places that clothes and other gadgets were not placed, he made his way to his dresser. The wooden drawers of the black piece of furniture were open and its contents were spilling out, but that didn't stop him from rummaging around in it. If he didn't find his tie, Bruce was going to kill him.

He knew he could always get another one from Alfred if all else failed, but Bruce would find out if that happened. He was informed by his mentor that if he lost, got a hole in, or stained one more of the constricting pieces of cloth, training would not be fun for long while. He could already feel the soreness in his muscles just thinking about it.

It didn't make sense, he thought to himself when his search of the dresser came up empty yet again. He had loaned the tie to his friend John a week ago, but he knew that he had returned it. The only other person who had been in his room since then had been Wally, but why would he want it?

Deciding it was better to call the red head than to continue his fruitless search, he launched himself at his bed with ease. Finding his phone under the mass of things he had thrown on his bed was a different matter all together. Pillows, clothes, and random momentous were stacked a good three feet high on top of his comforter. He was starting to regret placing his phone on his bed before beginning to tear his room apart.

With a glance at the pile, he realized he didn't have the time or the patience to dig through it all. With a strong push, he sent the pile hurtling off the bed. A crash filled the room and he didn't want to think about what caused it. He was just about to look through the pile to see what he damaged when he finally caught a glimpse of his phone. He pushed the crash completely out of his mind and made a grab for the cell phone.

It didn't take him long to speed dial the youngest speedster, leaving him tapping his left foot impatiently, waiting for his friend to answer.

"Hello?" Wally answered, on the forth ring.

"Wally! Do you know what happened to my tie?" He asked slightly out of breath. After the amount of jumping around he just did, it was a miracle that he hadn't killed over.

"Yeah, I borrowed it a few days ago."

"What for?" Dick was starting to get a little annoyed.

"School function."

"Well, what happened to it?"

"I lost it." He said without a hint of guilt.

"Dude!"

"What? You want a tissue or something?"


FRIENDS: Will tell you that you're a great singer even if you're terrible
BEST FRIENDS: Will tell you that you suck.


"Let's play Rock Band." Artemis said. Wally rolled his eyes. He absolutely hated Rock Band. That's what he got for agreeing that it was Artemis's turn to pick the game for game night. Real smart Wally. Real smart. He scolded himself.

It wasn't that the game had anything wrong with it. His problem was that he couldn't play it to save his life. The song would always be too slow for his tastes when he was playing an instrument, and heaven help them all if someone decided to give him a microphone. He didn't particularly feel like making a fool of himself, and he knew that unless he spoke up soon, he would have to play. He didn't know what was worse, the singing or giving Artemis ammo to torment him with if he backed out.

"We can't play this." Dick spoke up before he could speak. All the heads in the room snapped to the youngest teen. He hadn't said a word all night. He had just sat there, leaning back in his chair with a smile on his face. The jerk must have guessed what Artemis's choice of game was before he had arrived. Dick was sitting back and watching Wally be tormented. That kid was a sadist, and now he had proof.

"Why not?" Artemis snapped. "Everything's already set up."

"Trust me." Dick assured her, but the archer wasn't having it.

"We're playing." The blonde ordered, and before anyone could protest her further, she was dealing out assignments. "Kaldur, you're on drums. Conner, you'll take the bass, and I'll take the guitar. Wally, take the mic."

"N-" He tried to protest, but the plastic game mic was already forced into his hands.

Then, the game had started. Notes had already started to appear on the screen and Wally knew that words were shortly going to follow. He was so screwed, but he decided he was going to at least try.

The words started to appear.

It took exactly forty-five seconds for the game to declare that they were failures.

"Well that was-" Megan started, trying to tell them that they weren't that awful, but she couldn't seem to find the right words to say.

"You shouldn't have let me sing." Wally said, plopping down on the couch next to Megan.

"You weren't that bad." Kaldur assured him.

"Thanks, Kaldur." He smiled at the Atlantean. It was nice to hear that someone didn't think his singing could make people's ears bleed and kill small, furry animals.

"Hey Wally," He heard his best friend say from his seat, obviously trying to get his attention.

"Yeah, Rob?" He asked, tilting his head to look at Dick.

"He's lying to you. Your singing sucks."


A/N-More to come. Special thanks to Thesea for accidentally giving me the idea.

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