A/N:

Rogersgirl224: I totally see her REALLY short as well. It makes her more adorable.

Also, I'm sorry that this has been a bit of a deadfic for a while. You see, I've been spending a LOT of time on my new favorite RPG site. So, if you like Fox's hit television show, Glee, and you like to roleplay, you should come check it out!!

Gleerpg (to the dot, to the com). If you DO decide to join, on your application, where it asks how you found the site, PLEASE say that Stell referred you! I'm trying to get an award.

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Moment: Graduation

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BEEP.

"Um, hey, it's Roger. *small scuffling sound* "Hi! This is Rachel! Roger can't come to his phone right now, so leave a message!"

Roger, It's Mark. Where the hell are you? I mean, obviously, you're not at home, because you didn't answer, but, anyway. We're supposed to graduate in three hours, and nobody knows where you are….

BEEP.

Roger, honey, where are you? I mean, not at home, unless you're screening…. It's an hour till graduation, Rach is frantic, she can't find you….

BEEP.

Roger! I swear, punk, if you don't check your messages and get your white ass down here, you're gonna have some serious problems. And not just from me. Your sister's on the warpath. Either hide or get down here before she kills you…

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"I thought I'd find you here." Rachel smirked, leaning against a tree. "You know, we're about to graduate, they can't give you your diploma if you're out in the middle of the woods…"

"Who says I'm getting a diploma?"

"Me."

"Right."

"You were supposed to be at school half an hour ago. I brought your cap and gown, so we wouldn't have to go by the house…"

"Rach, I don't know if I want to graduate."

"And why not?" She couldn't help but raise an eyebrow. He'd been dying to get out of high school since the first time he'd seen the building.

"Everybody's gonna leave, go off be college people and whatnot. And I'll be stuck in Scarsdale, the kid who didn't get into college, whose twin sister got all the brains, was valedictorian, became a world famous surgeon or whatever-"

"Hey!" Rachel butted in. "Okay, first thing, I will never, ever, be a surgeon. Doctors are gross. Second, who the hell said I was gonna leave you in Scarsdale?"

"Rachel, you got into Harvard."

"That doesn't mean I want to go to Harvard!"

"Princeton, Yale.."

"Or Princeton, or Yale! I was thinking something a little more… artsy. Like… NYU? You could move with me. Collins got accepted there, too. So did Mark. Maureen doesn't want to go to college."

"Okay, Rachel, I get it."

"We need to go graduate, Roger. I can't give my speech unless you're there…"

Roger let out a sigh, hoisting himself up from the ground.

"Fine."

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"Ladies and Gentlemen," Ms. Coloman's clear voice rang out, amplified by the microphone.

Maureen was wearing sunglasses, Roger and Collins both had their caps pulled low over their eyes, and Rachel was pretty sure that some kid in the front row was asleep. Whose idea had it been to have an outdoor graduation, anyway?

Thankfully, it was almost over. Rachel had given her speech, they had their diplomas, and now they were just waiting for Ms. C to give them the okay to be all excited about graduating.

"I give you the 1983 Scarsdale High School graduating class!"

There was hat tossing, and general congratulations here and there. Mark, camera in hand, swarmed the group hug that was Rachel, Roger, Maureen, and Collins.

"Hey, guys!" he shouted over the crowd. "What do you have to say to the future viewers of this tape?"

Maureen, flipped her sunglasses up, on top of her head. "We made it!" she squealed, pulling Rachel into a massive hug.

"Yeah, we sure did." Roger nodded, reaching out to ruffle Rachel's meticulously styled hair.

"Stop it, you reject!"

"Make me."