Summary: Modern day fic. Freshman year all the guys were the best of friends with no worries whatsoever. But after a very traumatic sophomore year the group split up and everyone went their separate ways. But when Race and David see each other a year later, they sit down and start thinking about the good old days. What happened to all their friends, and where are they now? Rated for mature themes and language.
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Prologue
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I looked at the menu with indifference. It's not like I didn't know what I was going to order. I mean, this is Starbucks for Christ sakes, everyone has their favorite drink that they get every time they come.
"Excuse me sir," said a nasally young girl from behind the counter, "You going to order, or what?"
"Sorry," I said mechanically, "Can I get a hot chocolate and a chocolate chip cookie?" What? You weren't expecting me to get coffee, were you? You really think I need that stuff stunting my growth? Well I don't.
I sat in a plush blue chair and pulled out The Forgotten by Faye Kellerman and began to read while sipping my scalding hot chocolate and munching away at my overpriced cookie. I was just starting to really get into the story when I heard a familiar voice talking on the other side of the café.
"What do you mean your going to be late?" he said in a irritated voice, "Crutchy! I'm not going to sit in Starbucks for a hour and wait for you!" A pause. "Whatever dude, just come as soon as possible."
Davey angrily snapped his cell phone closed and shoved it into the pocket of his khaki dickies. He smoothed out his quicksilver shirt and murmured under his breath; probably something about killing Crutchy. I chuckled to myself. It wasn't very hard to infuriate Davey, not hard at all.
David must have heard me because he glanced in my direction, "Race?"
I stopped laughing and gave my best smirk, "The one and only. How goes it Davey?"
Davey scowled, "It's just Dave now. And it goes pretty good, how are you?"
"It's going good Davey."
"Well that's good," Davey said with a smile despite that I had purposely not called him Dave, "Well, I'll let ya get back to your book."
I laughed, "I'm in no rush to finish. Why don't we sit and catch up? Crutchy's running late anyway, right?" I laughed, "Some things will never change."
Davey returned the smile, "Ain't that the truth." He took a seat in an identical blue chair. At the same moment we both realized where we were sitting and starting laughing.
"Do you remember when we all used to fight for these chairs? And then we'd end up giving them up to play checkers?"
"Ah, the good old days," he said with a laugh. Davey became quite, a sad smile hung upon his lips and he looked longingly into space, "Do you ever wish you could go back to those days? When everything was so simple. So carefree."
"Well, I know we call them the good ole days, but I don't know if I'd want to go back. I mean, they weren't that great. A lot of crappy shit happened to us back then."
"I mean before all that. Before things got complicated. Back when we felt ourselves. Back when getting the comfy blue chair was our biggest problem."
"I guess so," I said, reminiscing about the past. When everyone was friends and none of us had problems. "But you know, now we don't have to even fight over the chairs," I joked.
Davey just laughed and shook his head, "You can't be serious even for five seconds, can you. Some things will never change."
"Ain't that the truth," I mocked, and we both started laughing again, "But really Davey, how ya been?" He started to reply but I cut him off, "And don't give me any of this 'great' crap. I know it isn't true. You never were a good liar."
Davey sighed, "Well, I'm doing better. A lot better actually. Ya know, I don't think I ever fully recovered from last year."
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A/N: Basically what I'm planning to do is have each chapter focus on a specific event and/or person. Next chapter is focused on Davey.
Disclaimer: I don't own the newsies, I don't own Starbucks, and I don't own The Forgotten by Faye Kellerman. This story is based on true events and real people's personalities. So technically, I don't own the plot either. Basically, I don't own nothing.
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