(Noah Puckerman's POV)

"Seriously! Wake up! For Christ sakes! Get up!" Aw man. That distant voice rang in my head. Who the hell wanted me to get up so early on a fucking Saturday. I pulled the pillow over my head. And before I knew it, a few pairs of hand made a grab for me.

"What the f-..." I was dropped into the bathtub that was filled to the brim with freezing water. Hell. There were practically ice cubes floating in it, populating about three quarters of the water surface. And then I saw it. Finn Hudson and Mike Chang. Both my childhood best friends. Damn it. They didn't have to resort to these kind of means to wake me up.

"I'm up. I'm up. God damn it. You didn't have to toss me into the tub like that!" I half yelled back, my whole body starting to shiver.

"We tried to wake you up! But you didn't budge. We even played a Miley Cyrus song to get you to wake up!" Mike retorted, his brows furrowed in agitation.

That totally answered why I dreamt of Miley Cyrus giving me a lap dance. Well, not that she was pretty or anything. But at least I had an a-okay enjoyment time dreaming about her lower half.

"Have you forgotten? Today would be the 16th year that we made the pact!" Finn grinned proudly making me realize that it was the 29th of February today. The day that only comes once every 4 years. The day we chose specifically for us to swear to brotherhood. Cliche much... But true.

We were 7 then and we spent our days running about causing trouble. We were 7 year olds! Who wouldn't? And that's when we came upon that bridge where we made the pact. Each of us held hands and held it up high. Like as if we won some tournament. We shouted out our names and the vow as well as the aspirations that we had for ourselves.

Finn Hudson was aiming to become an American football national star. Mike Chang wanted to be a well known international dancer. No doubt that they won't achieve it. Being the smart badass I was. I shouted out this "I want to be America's best badass punk and rule the streets!" Finn and Mike burst out laughing. And a giggled sounded behind us. Brittany. Finn's 6 year old sister. She was beautiful. She always had been. Finn smirked and started stripping. Mike too and Brittany covered her eyes like the 6 year old she was.

"You're not decent! I'm gonna tell momma!"

"Dammit!" I muttered. I wanted to be decent for her. But NO... Finn and Mike just had to strip me. Right in front of her no less. And then I was pushed over by Finn and Mike. The three of us plunged straight into the water. Brittany squealed and ran to the edge of the bridge. She gathered all our clothes and then started to back away, grinning. If it weren't for Mike who sweet talk her into returning our clothes. I doubt I would ever be able to face the outside world with no shame that burnt my cheeks. So much for being man.

And now, since I am fully awake. I got Finn and Mike out to my living room so I could change and we could head out. I slipped into a polo shirt and some jeans. Still a bit sleepy. But well, I tried to look my very best I swear! But it wasn't my fault. Sure the girls think that I'm good looking and all. But seriously, I'm nothing compared to people like Vincent, a senior in college. And I think that I might get to see Brittany today... So why not put in the extra effort?

It was sunny today and well, Mike had a "brilliant" idea to go drinking. I, for one thought it was a ridiculous idea. For one, it was broad daylight, usually people drink at night. Two, if we did go, there goes my chance of seeing Brittany. Three, I do not want to get a hangover tomorrow morning. Four, this is one of the rare occasions where I have a reason to see Brittany. I ain't gonna let it go like that. Five, we can go drinking some other day. But it doesn't apply to not being able to see Brittany today. And a whole lot of other crappy reasons. I didn't sleep all that well and dandy at first last night. I came home to my condo at 3 a.m. due to some trouble downtown. It's not as if my parents care. I mean they are in Germany right now and I have a trust fund and all that crap. Oh, I just rolled my eyes to that. I live on my own, that is if you don't count that goody-two-shoes that also stays with me. My parents only supply me with one thing, money. Money was never an issue. Not for Finn and Mike too. Mike like me, currently lives alone somewhere where you can use the phrase "out-of-town" due to the quietness and peacefulness of it, alone in the sense whereby there is him and a few people that work for his household. Also with a trust fund and frequent monthly allowance. Finn stays with his parents and sister, in some huge landed property that has a built-in foyer and fountain and all. Mix between victorian and classic mordern style.

Speaking of which, the three of us owned different kinds of motor vehicles. Two each, not surprisingly. Finn has a black Porsche 911 Turbo and a yellow Lamborghini Gallardo. Mike drives an Orange Lamborghini Murcielago and he bikes a bluish black Suzuki GSX 1400 R Hayabusa. I drive both a green Lamborghini Gallardo Spider and maroon Porsche 911 Speedster. That always meant that if we head out together we take off in different vehicles. Sometimes racing each other, sometimes one after another. Mike doesn't drive in his car much. He prefers biking due to him having horrible memories of driving.

We settled for an Italian restaurant located in town. And I couldn't help but smirk when I saw a few people crowd around my 911 Speedster which have not actually been in the market yet. I got it with some connections I had. Sitting by the window and looking at how people go on with their lives made me sleepy. We ordered our food and all and still quite oblivious about why the need of an extra chair. I swear to God that this time I was 100% fully awake when I saw a black 2010 Jaguar XK pull up next to Finn's yellow Lamborghini Gallardo. The next shock was when she came out.

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