A/N - Here is the next chapter! I hope you enjoy it...

(Btw, there will be kind of a twist between other musicals, and I don't own them either)

Michael's POV

Last day of summer. Last day of freedom. Last day before I have to face Jeremy Heere. Great.

I haven't seen him all summer. Last year, I gave him the benefit of the doubt, thinking he was too busy with school and had to get over the traumatic experience that happened the year previous to that, but those excuses went down the drain. Because when summer came along, he couldn't even meet up with me ONCE.

It was always, "Hey Michael, sorry I can't come over today, Christine is dragging me to this museum downtown." Or, "Hey Michael, sorry you can't come over right now, Christine and I are going camping for the weekend." Next thing I know, they'll be booking a cruise together.

Surviving high-school was a job for two people. A two player game. Now Player One ran off with some chick, and Player Two was left alone. I would need to find myself a new player one. I thought best friends were 'un replaceable', well maybe Jeremy wasn't meant to be mine.

Who needs Jeremy anyways? Yeah. If he can get over me so quickly, I can do that too.

So let's make a toast.

To Jeremy, my ex-best friend who ditched me for a girl. But also To My New Future Player One, who will hopefully be smarter than Jeremy.

I hope my plan will work...

~First day of senior year~

I was amazed at how many transfer students there were in my year. Some were sticking in groups, some were looking a little shy, a refreshing change from everyone being popular and all in a big hurd of people.

I sneak a look on some jock's jacket that reads : Westerburg High

Ah. So these kids come from there. I've heard about Westerburg. There was a musical filmed there, and during the production, electrical components caught on fire and the whole school burnt down. Fortunately, no-one got hurt.

I guess they're sharing our school now?

I ponder on the subject as I walk towards my locker. That is, until I walk into something tall and firm. I look up to see a stunned transfer student, as I fall backwards and land on my butt. "Watch where you're going." I grumble at the moving boulder. I narrow my eyes at the obstacle, and this is when I get a closer look at him.

Daaaammmmn.

My world freezes in a very weird way, but it's happened before. When I was left alone in the bathroom, two years ago. But this time, if feels better. My thoughts are translated into words, and I am left speechless. But that doesn't prevent me from singing.

(I don't own this song, I tweaked it a bit, the original song is part of another musical, and it's called : Fight for me)

Hey, Mr. No name kid

Say who might you be?

Could you replace him?

And play this game with me

Could you be seen with me

And still act proud?

Would you ditch me the first second

I say your name out loud?

Hey could you hold my hand?

Could I hold on tight?

Let's run through no mans land

Without a care or fright

Are you what the heavens sent to me?

Has peace really begun?

So might you really be

My wanted Player One?

Time regained its composure and wore its neutral facade once more.

Except this time, it was tinged with exhilarating mystery.

"Sorry about that, I seem to have trouble finding my locker..." The student says with a sheepish look.

I just look startled at him, a bit of a blush dusting my cheeks. He gapes a little but composes himself.

"I am JD, by the way." JD lends me a hand, and helps me get up.

"Michael. Nice to meet you."

"Likewise." He replies.

"Alright JD, maybe I can help you find your locker..."

The first two periods were ok, since JD was in both of them. We sat beside each other and talked about life and...other stuff. I was more and more convinced that by some miracle, the Lord sent him to replace Jeremy.

They had a lot of stuff in common! They both loved Seven Eleven Slushies, and shared common interest in musicals and superheroes, they both loved to sing, they both got ditched for someone who jumped them out like they were trash, and both hid their feelings by doing something they liked. Those were just some examples of common interests.

I am having a great day so far...

Until lunch came around and uncertainty stur in me. I eyed the table reserved for Jeremy and his friends, and then looked at an empty one.

Who needs Jer? You've got your new Player One now.

But he'll wonder why I am not th-

He ignored you all summer! Are you just gonna let that slide, Michael?

It's like his own personal squip was there. In his mind. Telling him what to do.

But no. In fact, it was the opposite. It was his reasoning, pure negotiation. And it was aggravating.

I am torn between logic and goodwill. My reasoning from my mind, vs. Emotions from my heart.

Logic won.

"Let's go sit over there," I point to an empty space, FAR away from my usual table.

This made JD frown. "Don't you have friends?" Seeing my crestfallen face, he re-shaped his question. "Friends other than, you know, him? You know what, you have me. That's what matters. I'll cheer you up, c'mon, after school slushies are on me."

A lopsided smile found my nostalgic melancholy and replaced it. "Thanks, I'd like that."

During lunch we talked about JD's old school, Westerburg. He talked about his ex-girlfriend, Veronica, and other popular people that moved to this school. I really dreaded drama, but they couldn't treat me worse than how Jeremy was treating me, right?

~ Time Skip ~

After school, like promised, JD bought me a seven eleven slushi. It was Fruit flavoured, and it was delicious. We talked more about each other, until he stood up from the bench we were sitting on.

And it happened again.

Everything froze (no pun intended, because you know, slushies?) except for him and me.

I've been through ten high schools

It starts to get blurry

No point planting roots

When you're gone in a hurry

My dad keeps two suitcases packed in the den

So it's only a matter of when.

I look up at him.

He feigned hurt, and pain.

He looked...damaged.

Ha, another thing we have in common...

I don't learn the names

Don't bother with faces

All I can trust

Is this concrete oasis

Whenever there is a time where I despair

There's a seven eleven right there!

I have a good feeling about senior year...

A/N - Westerburg huh? Ring a bell?

Let's see what JD has in store for Michael. Nothing bad...just fixing what Jeremy broke :( (I almost cried while writing all the angst in chapter one...)

Anyways, I tried to change 'Fight for me' to make it sound like Michael was talking, I hope it worked...

Oh, and btw..sorry not sorry that I put some other musical references and Easter eggs, kudos to you if you found them, and if you didn't it's ok, I still hoped you enjoyed the story!

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