Author's Notes: Right...so we continue on with the story with Part 2 now. A little time has passed and the story will now focus some more on the kids and their brush-ups on life. Don't forget, two new characters like I said will be present from now on but I'm sure you know who they'll be know and how they'll be related to the story...or should I say, who they'll be related to. Anyway...let's continue.

Girls & Boys

6th September 2029(Four Years Later...)

Daniel's POV

God, I'm so looking forward to the beginning of another new year – 4th graders now which means technically, we're not classed now as little kids but instead...just 'kids'. I can't keep my excitement in – I've been thinking about the first day back since last week and I know one more level up and I would have gone mad with excitement. However, the same can't be said for Miles – he's the complete polar opposite when it comes to today. He hasn't stopped sweating, worrying, looking left and right AND triple-checking everything on him and around him...honestly, he's THAT worried about today just like he is with every new thing we go to. But at least he's not on his own today – God knows what he'd be like if he were having to do this by himself.

But at least there's some consolation for him in the fact that we both couldn't get to sleep for different reasons. Where Miles couldn't sleep because of fear and worry, my brain was WANTING to sleep me through but thanks to our dads and whatever the hell they were doing in their bedroom, I had to watch my hologram-clock tick 02:17 before I finally lost memory of what I was doing that night waiting.I think I finally worked out what our dads actually do up and in there every night and when we're not around actually which would explain everything they've told us so far about 'them'. Still...what EXACTLY do they do...is it really that big a deal to keep it a secret from us? Dad and Pops keep promising us that they'll tell us when we're a litle older but I want to know NOW coz' it's really bugging me. I don't think Miles has noticed though because I seem to be the only one of us who keeps wondering about it. But I'm sure Miles won't mind helping me in a little undercover detective work like we used to do when we were little, ha ha.

Anyway...back to the matter at hand – school. Pops said that he didn't want us to stand out too much in school just because of our background, so for today at least, we're taking the ordinary school bus just like everyone else. Our stop's only down the road and around a block from home so it's not much to get here – the estate around here's pretty quiet and nice but our parents just CAN NOT help but drive us down to the end of the road just to check we make it to the stop alright...yeh, like we need it or should I say...I need it.

Of course, we weren't the first ones here at the stop. There's five of us that use this stop and so far, there's three here, me, Miles and of course...first here, Alex. He's your usual down-to-Earth cool kind of friend to have with one hell of a hair-style. We keep asking him if his hair can get ANY blonder...seriously, we call him 'light-bulb' whenever he's not looking...it's probably gunna be the brightest blondiest...blonde hair there is. At least me and Miles know he doesn't get it from either of his dads – whereas dad Leo's is all short and dad Bradley's is all big and bushy, Alex's is just combed over to one side and in fact looks much better than both his dad's ever could, ha ha.

"So then..." I begin conversation. "You guys looking forward to the day?" Less of a question, more of an excuse to get Miles to tell me what's exactly wrong.

"Not really..." Miles replies with a frown. "...Christ I'm SO nervous...why couldn't I have another goddam week off – why do they ALWAYS have to drag us back to school at the beginning of Sepetmber, God it's SO anoying..." Woah...ummmm...

"Ah don't worry dude..." Alex says. "I'm sure it'll all be alright."

"Yeh it's easy for you to say..." Miles goes again. "You're not focusing on the obvious 'What Ifs' of today. What if you trip over and hurt yourself and everyone turns around and starts laughing at you and then you look stupid in class and don't know anything and..."

"Bro...calm down...JEEZ...imagine what Pops would say if he saw you like this."

"Yeh he's right dude...come on...maybe you need to stop looking at all the bad things and look at the good things instead." Alex ensures him to which Miles finally smiles. Thank God that's over with.

I guess both of them are right in a way. Of course there'll be all the things you need to look out for like NOT falling over and looking like a complete douche...and actually being able to answer at least one question just so you don't get ripped on for being dumb. BUT if you focus too much on them, then you'll do it so you just need to chill and relax and nothing bad will come your way. But there are plenty of other rules and ideas you do and do not follow in school when you're our age which I'm sure we'll learn and already know when we get there.

Street's like a jungle,
So call the police.
Following the herd,
Down to Greece……on holiday!

Finally……a well-known Porsche drives by and parks by the side to let out two people who we know well for different reasons. And it's times like this that I enjoy because whenever I see HER……I just go all……ummmm……how can I describe IT……

Miles' POV

My mind is finally taken away from how much today's gunna totally suck ass, by the arrival of our two other friends who make their way out of "Uncle" Kenny's shiny black car and down to where we're stood by the Bus Stop.

"Hi guys……" SHE says in her usual cutesy voice.

"Hey…"

"Hi."

"H-hello Laura…" Daniel manages to spit out as I see that he's got his eyes locked on her……again. Peh……oh jeez, Daniel's been hooked on Laura since the day she first came here and ended up as Uncle Kenny's daughter. Dressed in her usual girlish purple shirt and skirt, she takes her position next to me and ironically the furthest away from Daniel who's still looking to his left at her with love-hearts probably swirling around his head like in those daft cartoons. I meanwhile fail to see any interest in Laura. Sure she's good looking and stuff…but she doesn't 'push buttons' for me like she does with Daniel. Despite her obvious roots of being blonde, we can all clearly see she's nagged her dad again to dying it browner so that it's only pure blonde by the roots. Either way, she still looks like she's pushing it to look the best.

"Alright bitches…ha ha." HE then responds with an opened out magazine in his hands and straight in front of him…tut. "Methinks God's gunna be having some watery diarrhea judging by the clouds today."

"DUDE……do you have to make comments like that ALL the time, it's sick."

"Oh come on……just be thankful rain ain't brown…then we'd ALL be fucked."

Despite how ridiculous and foul the stuff he can come up with, he actually makes us all laugh and he certainly has made me keep my smile on. I guess all the stuff his dad does and IS, has finally been passed on to him. And just in case you were wondering who THAT is, his name is Josh or Master McCormick, depending on who's asking. Dad says Josh reminds him of Uncle Kenny when he was his age, which I wouldn't find surprising. Though I doubt I remind him of himself when he was my age – no one will probably ever be reminded of me……I mean what are the odds are there being a black-head, a red-head, a brown-head and a blonde-head as friends…I'd like to have seen THAT in the past.

Love in the 90's,
It's paranoid.
On sunny beaches,
Take your chances…

"WHAT the hell have you got in your hands dude……is that a "magazine"?" Daniel says – finally taking his attention off Laura and looking towards the three-page spread Josh is staring at privately.

"Oh…THIS? Well……of course, I need a lil' "reading" material for the first day. Can't go to school without brushing up on my reading."

"I doubt there's anything to READ on that page Josh." I reply pointing out the obvious.

"Well…not for you…but I can certainly read what she's saying here." Josh chuckles – throwing up the hood on his parka to hide his clear-seen delighted face and throwing it back down.

Josh certainly is like his dad – that is, if his dad was once a magazine-reading scruffy-haired blonde-head parka-wearing pornaholic with a huge sense of dirty and ridiculous humor. Ah well…at least we have a joker in the crowd to keep us all up and happy-mooded, because I'll probably need him more than anybody else if anything bad happens today.

After about ten minutes of Laura talking about her going to be the best-looking in our class throughout the year and Daniel just "staring" at her again, Alex meanwhile decides to keep me talking to him so that I don't slip into my usual worrying mode again. Funny how he seems to do it more than my own brother does, but I guess that's Dan's disadvantage once he's stuck in that love trance of his. And at last…or should I say, unfortunately now, the bus finally arrives at our stop and opens its thick-glassed digital sliding doors like some kind of prison door and all five of us begin to make our way on-board.

And as soon as I step on as the third one, I look down towards the back of the bus to see how everyone is sat and whereabouts they're sat just so I don't make an ass of myself this early in the day. I stop for a moment and Laura budges past me to go and drag Daniel to a nearby pair of empty seats. I can tell from behind me that Josh has somehow found an empty seat upfront and Alex has found another pair of seats and is signaling me over to where he's sat. But I realise something – everyone else has found a spot and I'm STILL standing up and everyone's looking at me……oh God oh God OH GOD, don't make a fool of yourself…just found your seat. Oh Christ Alex, why did you have to go and sit near the back – look at all these girls and boys who are sat in certain ways and certain pairs and certain friendships and certain whatevers just looking at me waiting for me to make a move. Oh God, what are they thinking…

You're looking for…
Girls who want boys,
Who like boys…who pick girls,
Who dig boys like they're girls,
Who dig girls like they're boys.
Always should be someone…you really…LOVE!

"Oh look……the stupid fagling can't find a seat. Looks like he's not used to NORMAL chairs in NORMAL places…" That annoying dick, Roger shouts on the middle-left surrounded by his idiot friends who all snigger and laugh in low tones.

"Hey Miles, come on dude, you're not gunna stand for the whole journey are you?" Alex calls over to me.

"Awwww……the fagling's just-as-faggy buddy is calling him over. You two gunna kiss back there?" Roger cries out again to which Alex simply looks at him and ignores it simply and easily…unlike me. Y'know…things like that hurt me and I guess you can class it as bullying which I don't like, but……I want it to stop…but…I don't want to DO anything just in case they do something to me in return which worries me. I slowly begin to walk up the tight aisle - keeping my eyes focused on the nearing seat that I'm getting ever-so closer to. Suddenly, one of Roger's idiot friends sticks a leg-out across the aisle just as I pass and I slam down onto the ground and drop my stuff to which the majority of the kids start laughing at me. I pick my bag and other stuff up only to notice something else had dropped out of my denim pocket. Reaching for it, it gets snatched away from me by Roger.

"Oh look……Miles carries a stupid coin around with him."

"It's my good look charm ACTUALLY and it's worth more than your J-Mart clothing…ROGER." To which he sniggers.

"Well I'm still keeping it – it might be of SOME value."

"HEY, give it back…" I try launching at him to steal it back but his equally-as-fat friends block me as Roger continues to laugh at my efforts. "I said…GIVE IT BACK."

"OY…FAT-ASS…" A voice cries from behind. Both of us turn our attention to a now-standing Daniel with a serious look on his face. "He said…GIVE…IT…BACK."

Roger looks at me and throws the coin onto the floor to which I bend down and grab it – FINALLY taking my seat near the back next to Alex. I give Roger an annoyed look and he simply smirks at me and turns back around.

"Just ignore him Miles, he's just an idiot."

"Yeh that's easy for you to say dude."

"Well…I'm just saying, don't let him get to you."

"OK…whatever." Thank God the rest of the journey is at least near enough to being normal. And when I mean "normal", I mean kids talking and acting stupid and making loads of noise and throwing stuff around. URRRRK, and this is what I'm gunna HAVE to put up with for another year…again.

Avoiding all work,
Because there's none available.
Like battery thinkers,
Count your thoughts…on 1 2 3 4…5 fingers…

Meanwhile

Kyle's POV

The best thing about running your own business empire is that you can work whenever you want and STILL be safe in the knowledge that it'll all be just as good if not better from the last point you left it. In my case, or should I say…OUR case, that means that we can sleep in as long as possible and still go down to work whenever we want. However I'd get plenty of strange looks if they found out what was stopping me from starting at about 7 o clock every day though I'm sure they'd understand.

Despite the fact that when we dropped the boys down the road for their first day back at school earlier today, in full four-piece suits, I keep looking over to still be amazed at the fact that we actually just took them back off again and had thrown them to one side like they were casual clothes. Ah well, we've both got about another five of them anyway so it doesn't matter if we slightly mess up one. But it was kinda pointless to get dressed for about two hours only to take it all off and get back in bed, ha. I could have done the whole morning without even getting dressed if I wanted to, but I guess Stan wouldn't have been happy with that if I was downstairs and eventually driving one of our vehicles completely naked, ha ha. I look at our clock and it glows 08:19. They say time flies when you're having fun……well judging by this, I'm not having fun……OH but whenever we're in this situation, it's more than just fun, it's love.

I look back at our creased clothes on the floor and then down again at Stan – hovering myself over him again and pressing down.

"Look at our suits……they're all messed up……" I begin again in my usual flirty voice.

"Oh but we're not……so I guess that must count for something."

"MMMMM…..YES……it certainly does." I go down and give him another long kiss. "But I guess you're half-right since I CAN get you all messed up if you want." That's my way of asking if he wants me to go any further with this…for today.

"Oh can you now?! Well……care to enlighten me on how you plan to do that?"

"Stan Marsh-Broflovski…tut tut tut…you haven't learned anything have you? I don't need words to describe it..…All I need…are actions."

To which I place my arms around his warm body and I move myself down from his face and begin kissing and sucking at different places across his body. First I give him a few love-bites on his neck and shoulders before slowly moving further down across his chest and sucking on several key areas. I keep going across and around and over and then further down until I reach his navel area where I end my tease with a few sucking kisses. Stan knows I'd never go beyond there to the obvious lower region since I already gave him a night's loving last-night and I'd never want to do it again only 7 hours later knowing that I'd already tired Stan out, ha ha.

"There……was that descriptive enough?"

"Mmmmmm……oh Kyle…it sure was."

"Well you know I already gave you the FULL description last night……so you're just gunna have to try and remember…"

"But if I remember it……you'll just change the "description" and replace it with something else…"

"Mmmm-hmmmm……looks like you HAVE learned a few things about US, my love."

"Who says I'm the only one who's learning here……"

"No one……if my guess at what you're presuming is correct…"

"And that's why you're so smart Kyle……"

"WELL……I look forward to you "giving me the answer" to my guessing…"

"Me too…"

And as soon as we finish another minute-long kiss in bed, we're back up to get dressed again. There's a CEO's office & Arts Director's office that need us today like every other day…

Meanwhile

Miles' POV

Finally…after slowly and sluggishly moving down the school's "drive-way" sort-of-speak, all five of us find ourselves within the shivering tight narrow walk-ways that are the school corridors. Nothing important's changed or moved whilst we had our summer break so things like our main class and lockers are still in the same place. And just like last grade, my locker is still numbered #1313 – the double unluck. Once all five of us finish placing our bags and books in our lockers and realizing we have about five minutes before the first bell of the morning, we all decide to take a look around the place just to refresh our memory. First up, the school cafeteria – just as white and small and foul-smelling as ever.

"And you think Thursday's food is Sausages & Mash – well……something's certainly sausage-shaped in here…" Josh remarks to which we all give him another obvious 'Shut Up' look.

Secondly the gymnasium and all its high-tech hanging and stacked-up equipment and apparatus. As you may have guessed, this is the Earth-based twin of Hell for me and it's definitely gunna cause me more than just the odd glimpse of embarrassment and defeat in here. I'm gunna make a prediction NOW that I end up with MORE than 5 injuries and "accidents" this year.

Nothing is wasted, only reproduced.
You get nasty blisters.
Du bist sehr schön,
But we haven't been introduced…

And finally……the arena…the battleground that decides the status' and classes of kids of different grades – the playground. With its chalk-drawn markings and high-tech play area things and climbing frames……THIS like the gymnasium will be one of those things that'll make me count down the minutes until it's all over because unless through impossible luck, I'll be on my own and I'll be an easy target for HIM and his cult of idiot friends.

But just as I go into over-drive of worrying, the bell finally rings to indicate that the first period of our first day back at this hell-hole has begun. And looking at the crowd of boys and girls who I have to be squashed within like a sardine, I can see that this year, there certainly will be a very complex and weird mixture of kids. Not that it's anything new…I'm used to seeing the many different characteristics of dumb-asses, smart-asses, fat-asses and ass-kissers.

Girls who want boys,
Who like boys…who pick girls,
Who dig boys like they're girls,
Who dig girls like they're boys.
Always should be someone…you really…LOVE!

And as I take my usual seat at my desk – at the front…beside my brother to the right and one row in front of Alex…our new teacher walks into the classroom and firmly shuts the glass door behind him. And as soon as I get a thorough look at him and as soon as he starts talking, there's only one thing that goes through my head……URRRRRRRRRK.

"Good morning class…welcome back – I hope you all had a wonderful summer break…" Peh…yeh I bet you do. "But now……it's time to start a new year – your new year in 4th grade. My name is Mr. Lockwood and I'll be your teacher for this new 4th grade year…" GOD…they could have picked ANYBODY to be our 4th grade teacher……HELL, they could have picked that one who got convicted for being a paedophile ten years ago who SOMEHOW got a job as a teacher and I wouldn't have given a dam……but NO…they just HAD to go with Mr. COCKwood didn't they – the result of a horrible experiment combing a dick with a douche. If coming back to school alone was bad enough…now I have this asshole to deal with for AT LEAST a year. And I know this won't be the only time I say this……but here we go again……URRRRRRRRRRRRRRK!

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Author's Comments: Oh dear…looks like the beginning of the first day back at school didn't turn out too well for Miles. But unfortunately, that's not the least of his worries as you'll find out later on in the story. Anyway…comments and reviews would be very much appreciated just so that I know I'm doing alright so far with the story…thanks.