Authors Note: So here's a Wevid flashback from when they first met. Wes' only an orange shirt in this as it was quite a few years back… It's only short but I just had to write it :) It just made me so happy XD Reviews are welcome as always. (Seriously its no trouble, I don't mind looking after your reviews, I'm like a review babysitter :D so anyway just go on and read!) VV

Okay, So I'm actually really sorry, I haven't been round for a long time now... I've been doing NaNoWriMo, so I had to work on something completely different to this (btw if you want to see what I've been pre-occupied with instead of this go to my Tumblr and Click NaNoWriMo, Cameron and Cassidy are in it but they're aren't the same, not really, well they kinda are, but Cassidy isn't a kick-ass killer...) I've uploaded this one so I don't keep you waiting any longer. I've been planning every few chapters to have something like this, a flashback where two of the boys first meet. Yes/No tell me in a review?

The next chapter will be out shortly. Promise.

Chapter 4

Flashback

David stepped out of the white room and Miss Valentine nodded over in the direction of his room.

The twelve year old nodded nervously, scratching at his chest, pulling at his shirt and began to make his way towards the room he had been allocated. He finally found it and had to balance a folded uniform in one arm, whilst he dug around in his pocket for his new key. Pulling it out he pushed it into the lock and turned. The door didn't budge.

David's eyes widened and his brows knitted. "Hey!"

He pushed against the door, before ramming it with his shoulder. He frowned.

He took a few steps back and prepared himself to take a run up and ram the door down.

One… Two… Three! He was just about to shoulder the door down, when suddenly it was opened by another boy to see who was trying to smash his door in. Instead of falling against the door, David couldn't stop himself and he fell into the room quite comically, and ended up on the floor, Wes stared in a bemused silent.

"Ow." David groaned from his awkward backwards position on the floor opposite the doorway/

The Aisin-American raised an eyebrow. "Dude. What are you doing?"

David blinked pulling himself up. The other twelve year old helped him up. "Here." He held out a hand and David took it, reddening and thanking him with a nod.

"But seriously, what were you trying to do? Break in?"

David went wide eyed in embarrassment. "Uh, I was trying to get into my room."

"So you try to break my door down? Oh no, yeah I totally understand." Wes said as the sarcasm dripped from his tongue. David cringed.

"This isn't my room?" His eyes darted around the walls that were dressed with posters of English footballers. Wes watched him with folded arms.

"This isn't my room. Is it?"

Wes nodded and smirked. David brushed down his pants and searched around for that bit of paper with his new room number on it.

He pulled it out. "Here!" He proclaimed and pointed to the slip with black marker drawn numbers.

Wes looked at it and then back to David. "You're not serious?"

"What?" David mused and Wes passed it back, he headed over and opened his door. He examined the newly formed dents and frowned. "Look." He pointed up to the number above the door. "145."

David suddenly felt very foolish.

"Mine's 145, yours is 146, Miss Valentine obviously didn't make it clear enough."

"OhgodI'msosorry!" David spat out but Wes just laughed. He waved it off.

"Don't worry about it, really." He smiled and nodded to the door opposite his own room. The number above it was 146. "That's your room, over there."

David chuckled awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck. "hehe, yeah thanks."

Picking up his stranded uniform, David made his way over to the correct room. He waved at Wes.

"Sorry, again," He said as he twisted the key and the door opened easily. "Oh look, opens like a breeze," He laughed weakly and Wes rolled his eyes, retreating back to his own room and shutting the door after him, David did the same after exchanging goodbyes.

David placed his uniform down on the bed side table, picking up his new yellow top and holding it against him in the mirror. Smiling deviously, he karate kicked the air and it was followed by a chop.

He jumped out of his skin, when he heard a hammering at his door. Then it grew louder and stronger until the last which was particularly loud and heavy. It was followed with another bang from further away and the sound of a body slumping to floor. THUMP.

He blinked and froze, only the sound of a small groan of "Ow," snapping him out of his state of shock. He quickly hurried to the door and whipped it open to see a peculiar sight, sitting leant against Wes' dented door.

He had to cover his mouth to stop himself from sniggering.

There was Wes holding his head, groaning with his eyes clenched together.

"What are you doing?" David asked extremely bemused at the sight that met his shiny brown eyes.

"I head-butted your door." He stated his head hanging.

David blinked. "Why?" He asked slowly and cautiously and Wes just pointed behind him.

"Payback."

David turned and gaped at the sight of his door which looked like it had been freshly polished with a battering ram. He shook his head.

"Wes." Wes held out his hand and David – after looking at it oddly – took it and pulled him up to his feet. He smiled.

"David."

Authors Note: I know this is short, but I really wanted to put it in :) I love the Wevid friendship.

So again I love you're reviews and if you have any suggestions, I'd love to hear about them XD

-Bella.

Ohhh omg, btw, talk to me about the Hunger games! I love itt! I've almost finished the third book! It's so amazing. I've been comparing everything to it. In England I don't know if anyone watches I'm a celeb but I kept comparing that to it, My mum and my brother kept telling me to go away... :/ Sorry out now... XD