Pacific Coast Academy: 10 Year Reunion

Chapter 9: The Next Generation Communication/Roommates

John Junior pushed the door open, entering his room. Still looking around, a smile appeared on his face. "I can so get used to this," he laughed a bit to himself. He walked over and put his luggage on the single bed, starting to unpack. Then he started to hear other voices then laughter.

"We should talk Momma into letting us come here next year," Michael Junior said to his sister.

"I know," she smiled. "This place is so cool."

They walked in the room and saw John Junior. They stared at each other. "Hey," John Junior said to them.

"What's up, man?" Michael Juior responded, walking over to him.

"Hey," Justine smiled and waved. She put her bags on the top bunk.

He smiled at them. "What's your name?"

"I'm Michael Barret. Well, junior," he said proudly. "But you can call me Mike. That's my sister Justine," he pointed towards her. "So what's your name?"

"I'm John Trent. I'm a junior too," he laughed a bit. "But everybody calls me Little John."

"We're named after our dads, that's cool," he smiled. "We got something in common."

Little John sat on his bed. "You two look familiar."

"We do?" they asked in unison.

"I know we haven't met you," Justine said. "Because I would've remembered you."

"Well, who do we look like?" Mike asked.

"Some people in my parents' yearbook," he shrugged.

"Hey, you're starting to look familiar too. What's your last name again?"

"Trent."

"Daddy's always talking about a man with that last name," Justine nodded.

"What's your last name?" Little John said.

"Barret."

"My uncle talks about you whenever I see him; my Uncle Jason."

"Didn't he used to rap?" Mike lifted an eyebrow.

He nodded. "Sure did."

"That's where we heard that last name from," Mike snapped his fingers. "I knew I wasn't crazy. But anyway… So you wanna play cards?" he smiled.

"Sure."

Justine tossed the pack of cards to him and they sat on the floor. Mike started dealing out cards.

"So what game are we playing?" Little John asked.

"Blackjack," he smiled.

Nicole walked up to the table with Jake behind her, holding a crying Joey.

"Hi!" she said smiled putting a strand of hair behind her ear.

"Names please?"

"Meliet and Bristow," Jake said.

He looked at the list and nodded. "Okay. Jerold Meliet, you're in room 52, Schneider Hall. Nicole Bristow, you're in 101, Brenner Hall."

"That's so cool!" she squealed. "I'm back in my old room. I wonder if Zoey's here. Then we could talk and catch up and—"

"Lady, I don't have time for your babbling. How old is the kid?"

"Two."

He clapped his hands and the lady ran back to him. "Yeah?"

"Two years old."

She took Joey from Jake. "He will be well taken care of sir," she smiled and walked away.

"Well, I'm gonna go to my room," Nicole said. "I'll see you later, Jake."

"Okay, sweetie," he smiled.

They kissed and went their separate ways.

Victoria came into the room carrying her luggage, seeing Dugan and Lana in the room. "Hey," she smiled.

"Hey," Dugan smiled.

Lana just looked at her, crossing her arms. "Nobody said we had to share," she said under her breath.

He shot her a look before turning back to Victoria. "Don't mind her," he shrugged. "What's your name?" a smile came back to his face.

Returning the smile, she responded, "Victoria. What's yours?"

"Dugan," he touched his chest. "That back there," he pointed with his thumb, "is Lana, my sister… unfortunately…" he sighed.

"It's nice meeting both of you," he smiled, nodding. Victoria got on the top bunk and unpacked one of her stuffed animals, causing to Lana scoff.

"What's your problem?" she stopped, looking at the other girl.

"You brought your animals? You're really a baby."

"Don't talk about her like that," Dugan turned around to her quick, sneering.

"Nobody was talking to you," she sniped back.

"Nobody was talking to you either," he crossed his arms.

She got off her bed and stood up to him. "I think you need to be careful. Remember, I am bigger than you."

"You think that scares me?" he looked up at her.

She pushed him and his head hit the bunk bed's pole. Scared, Victoria jumped down to the boy's side. "Dugan, are you okay?" She sat him up and he touched his head then he looked at his hand, his eyes widening as he saw blood on it. "Let's go get some help." She helped him up and they walked out the door.

"I won again," Justine smiled putting her cards down.

"How you get so good?" Mike asked, throwing his cars on the floor.

"Duh, Grandma taught me," he smirked.

"So what you wanna do now?" Little John put his cards on the ground and looked at her.

"It's still daylight, let's go do something." They all stood up and walked out the room, going outside. Little John suddenly stopped, causing his two friends to do the same. He pointed, "What's wrong with him?"

"His sister pushed him and he hit his head," Victoria said, briefly pausing to look at him. "He's bleeding."

"Then we should go get a grown-up," Justine suggested. Instantly looking around, she started calling for her parents.

"Breana, I really think you should retire from this whole firefighting thing," Michael started, "You know I make a lot of money. You don't even need to work."

She stopped and looked at him. "Michael, listen, I know you make enough money. But I enjoy what Im doing. Can you not get that through your head?"

"But I don't like you being a firefighter. Don't you know how risky that is?"

"Yes, I do know that. I realize that. But this is something I love doing."

"Can't you do something that'll make you happy and you don't have to get hurt in the process?"

She sighed and shook her head, covering her face.

Spotting her parents, Justine ran full speed. "Momma, Daddy!"

Michael looked around quickly, his eyes widening as he saw the heard of kids coming toward them. "What's wrong? What happened?"

"This boy is hurt," Mike piped up, grabbing his mother's hand. "He's bleeding on his head."

Looking at the injured boy, Michael picked him up. "Let's go get him checked out."