xX… well dudes and dudettes I finally updated most of my stories and before another round of them I just wanted to post this. I got the idea from listening to the musical The Last 5 Years, for any of you who know it, of course there will be NO musical theater in this story (many of you can now breathe a sigh of relief!), all I did was borrow the title. If this story seems slow, I'll try to pick it up, please leave reviews because I love them, even flames. In some weird way they snap me back to reality! Anyhoo- thanks a bunch for reading these stories, which are obscure and most likely boring, though I don't read my own stories. BTW- I'm more of a Zack/Katie person, but for the context of this story I have to change, because I just think Zack/Katie won't really work. On with it …xX

"Good evening, both of you, I really hope these sessions will be helpful because I would really hate to see such a beautiful couple, as yourself, decide to call marriage quits, because divorce isn't the only answer. In time, I hope these sessions will really bring you back. So, how did you two meet?"

"Well…"

"You see…"

"Oh, sorry, you go."

"Thanks. You see, me and Freddy had been going to the same school for years, I mean, it's not a coincidence or anything. That's just how it went, all of us went to the same school…"

"All of us?" He scribbles a note or two down on his clipboard as he nods to the tall, pretty, dark haired woman talking.

"The band,"

"Band?"

"I mean, the community was small, a tiny suburb right out of the Boroughs. But everyone was rich, so it was like, well, weird. Because it's was cool to be poor, we always tried to prove we weren't rich and stuff, it was wack…"

"The band. How you met. Stay on topic."

"Right, sorry. So. We all went to the same school throughout middle school, our little years. I guess, we were all so worried about pleasing our parents and being mature and stuff that we formed cliques a little faster than most kids. I mean, we had 'em before third grade. The brains, the annoying kids, the nose pickers, the fatties, the bad kids…"

"Where did you fit in?"

"Oh, I don't know. I guess I was just alone. A weirdo. I think that's what I heard Freddy call me once."

"A weirdo?"

"Yeah, I guess. He was a 'bad boy'. But, come on, this was a small, rich private school. They all just try to act bad. So, I guess I didn't have friends. This red haired kid, what was his name again?"

"Marco. I think," Freddy answers.

"Right, jez, I forgot. Wowzers. Yeah, this kid Marco was my friend, to some extent. At least he didn't pick on me."

"So, you were picked on?"

"Yeah. I guess when I look back on it. Freddy liked to pick on me a lot, his friend Frankie did also. The teachers hated me. I remember once I didn't have any fresh skirts so I borrowed one of my little sisters and it was really short on me. I was sent home and I overheard a teacher calling me a whore. I didn't know what one was at the time, but I guess that was how you could classify my childhood. Full of people saying things behind my back. Up until fourth grade."

"What happened then?"

"Dewey."

"Dewey?"

"Dewey Finn."

"Oh. Go on."

"He came in, posing as a substitute, he needed the money."

"So, an imposter?"

"Yeah…"

"Did he rape you or anything? Molest you?"

"No. God, no! I think he was the best thing that ever happened to me. Or us. The class, you know."

"So, this imposter was a good thing?"

"Yeah. He taught us to live. And he was the craziest soul ever, he tried to form us into a rock band."

"A rock band?"

"Yes. I played the… oh, what was it? I don't really remember. We skipped school to play in battle of the bands. We lost of course, but he really wanted us to keep us together. Than, after that, the class, as a whole, began hanging out. It was like a situation out of the movies or something. Very weird. We were all so, very together! We were together until 8th grade. That was when I got to know the not so asshole-y Freddy. I remember the first time we went on a date. Gosh, I had forgotten, it was so long ago. He had asked me out during band rehearsal. He stammered a lot, he was a typical teen. Pimples and all. We went with my two new friends Marta and Gordon on a double date to see, oh dear, what was it. This is bringing back such memories. I think it was, oh gosh. Titanic maybe? I don't really remember. We sat together in the sixteenth row, I remember that. Do you Fred?"

"Of course, now that you mention it…"

"Right, so he was just so nice and sweet and bought me a soda and popcorn and he stroked my hair and… Wow. I had totally forgotten that. How romantic……….."

"Yes. So, that was the first date? What happened in high school?"

"Oh god, middle school was so wonderful. I don't want to leave, not just yet. Gosh. High school is exactly as they say it is. It's horrible, all the horrors you hear, they are ALL true, damnit. True. In high school, things just turned back to the way they were in elementary school. Shit. Freddy turned into, out of all things, a jock. We all forgot everything Dewey had taught us. About the Man, living, punk rock. Everything. I don't think we actually forgot it. We were so intent on fitting in, in this new school of hundreds. That punk wasn't cool because no one did it. We wanted to fit in, something Dewey told us NEVER to day, that we forgot everything. Than Dewey left. Damn him. He just went up and died without telling anyone. Aids takes the best. I mean, we all wondered why he was so weak sometimes and losing his hair. I mean, it had been going on for at least a year. When he went into a hospital our parents told us he moved to Peru. PERU DAMNIT!! HOW COULD WE HAVE FUCKING BELIEVED THAT!?"

"Do you need a tissue?"

"Fuck, I'm sorry, yes please."

"Take your time,"

"Right, so, where was I?"

"Dewey dies"

"Of course, that. Yes. We only figured out he had died because we saw an obituary put up by Ned. His death made high school even more unbearable. I became a whore loser again. This time I actually dressed like a hooker. I mean, I wanted so bad to fit in and be accepted that I tried to imitate what the other girls did, but of course I was never quite GOOD enough for the head popular girls. I walked through high school was zombie. I went home and collapsed into my cd's and my computer. I joined a message board and listened to music all the time I was home. The only reason I passed was because, well I really don't know how. College was up next, there the biggest event of my life happened…"

"I believe our time is up. Sorry to interrupt you."

"No, I can't stop. This has brought back so much."

"Dwell on this and next time, it's you Freddy. You. So, it was nice to meet you Mr. And Mrs. Jones. I hope that next week we can work remembering why you two fell in love. It was nice talking to you two. Good evening."

xX… HA! You don't know who Mrs. Jones is, do you!? Right, you probably guessed. READ AND REVIEW! PLEASE! …xX