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A few days had passed, and they had another four days of school left. That meant it was time for the dreaded, end-of-the-year parent/teacher conferences. As much as the gang hated it, they were at least glad they got a day off from school, and all decided to hang out at Caine's for the day.

"Caine, honey, we're headed to your school now." His mom said, coming down the stairs, nodding at the rest of the gang politely. "You all behave..." she looked directly at Drake and Kira for a moment, who were cuddled up on the couch together, although Kira seemed a little upset about something.

His parents left, and the slamming of the door behind them was the only sound. The entire gang seemed slightly anxious, even Drake and Kira, who didn't really care about what their teachers said about them.

"So," Caine said after a few minutes, "ten bucks they tell Drake's parents to put him in juvie."

This earned a slight smile from Drake. "You're on. They're way too scared to tattle."

"I bet they'll say the same thing about Kira," Quinn added in, chuckling just a bit. Kira stared at him for a second, before closing her eyes, saying nothing.

The rest of the gang blinked. They'd never known her to let up an oppurtunity to make fun of her own school record.

"Whats up with her?" Sam mouthed to Drake. He merely shrugged, casting a slightly concerned glance at his girlfriend.

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Meanwhile, Caine's parents had just arrived at Perdido High for the conference. They made their way to their son's classroom, where they found an expectant teacher waiting for them.

"Mr. and Mrs. Soren," she said with a smile. Then she gestured to the seates in front of her desk. "Please, sit down."

Somewhere across the school, Drakes parents were seated with his math teacher, "Your son is definitely... An... Interesting... Student." There was some slight persperation after every word he spoke. "Oh please don't tell him I said that."

A few doors down, Kira's parents were seated with their English teacher. "Your daughter seems more infatuated with her boyfriend - who, I personally think, is a bad influence on her - and practicing her martial arts on other students than her school work." The woman peered at them over her thin-rimmed glasses. They muttered a few words in Korean, which the woman didn't understand at all.

Astrids parents were showing her Calculus teacher all her old test scores, dating back to first grade, although he wasn't particularly interested.

In the next room over, Sam's parents were getting a lecture from his history teacher on how he spent most of his time ogling Astrid and not nearly enough time focused on schoolwork.

Quinn's teacher rocked back in her seat, frowning. "Your son seems a bit...well, he...here." She rummaged in her desk and took out a folder. "I asked my students to write an esssay on who they most admire."

Quinn's parents looked at each other. "And...?" his mother asked.

His teacher sighed. "He wrote a three page essay on his goldfish."

In a different hallway, Edilio's parents were pleased to learn that their son was a fairly normal student who completed his work on time and paid attention in class. "Although," his teacher added, "I'm not too sure about that group he hangs out with. They seem a bit, ahh...suspicious."

"Your son is, uhm." Caine's teacher began, "Well I've found.. Nude.. Drawings on his homework on more than one occassion." Caine's parents seemed unphased. "Of one of his fellow classmates, actually." Caine's parents blinked.

Diana's teacher sighed. "She does her work well enough, but she can't control her temper. She sasses off in class almost daily, and some of her answers on her exams are a bit, well...sarcastic," she said sternly. "You might want to tell her to tone down the attitude."

Back in Kira's classroom, her teacher was frowning. "I'm sorry," she said to Kira's parents, "I can't understand what you're saying..."

But they continued to talk in rapid Korean, making vague hand motions that didn't help at all.

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Back at the house, the gang sat spread throughout the living room, Sam flipping through Netflix. "Horror movie or perverted high school movie." Sam asked, flipping between the two categories.

"Horror movie," everyone agreed, except Kira and Astrid.

Kira said nothing, but Astrid rolled her eyes and said "Neither"

"Caine," Diana warned, as he tried to subtly scootch next to her in her armchair. She pushed him off, and he made a thud as he hit the floor.

"Caine, why are you on the floor," Drake asked. Then he frowned. "Huh. That felt unnatural for some reason."

Edilio was sitting cross legged on the floor. "So," he asked as the movie began, "what do you think our teachers are saying about us?"

"Pfft, probably nothing bad about you.. Or Astrid, but the rest of us.." Drake scoffed, "I wouldn't surprised if at least one of us got grounded."

Kira grumbled a bit and shifted away from him, resting her chin on her palm and staring at the TV screen. Drake shot a confused look at her.

"Whats your deal?" He mumbled.

"Wouldnt you like to know." She snapped. Everyone froze, they'd never heard Kira angry at Drake.

"Should we...uhm..." Edilio gestured awkwardly to the door. "We can go if you guys want some private time..."

"I'm not going anywhere," Sam butted in. "The movie's just getting good!"

Caine was hiding behind Diana's chair, staring with wide eyes at the screen.

Drake was still staring at Kira in shock. "Yeah, I do want to know!" he said.

"Well you should already know, asshole." She raised her voice a bit. Nobody seemed to be watching the movie anymore.

"... Excuse me?" Drake raised an eyebrow at his girlfriend.

"Ohhhkay guys, settle do-" Quinn started.

"You're not excused," Kira glared at him.

Everyone was staring at the tense couple now, except Caine, who was still watching the movie.

"Look, if you're just going to yell at me you can leave," Drake said. "What am I supposed to do if I don't know what's wrong?"

Kira grit her teeth. "Maybe-" But she was interrupted by a loud scream. Slowly, she turned around, only to see that the screamer had been Caine.

Diana noticed it, too. She sighed. "I'll take care of him," she said, covering his mouth with her hand. "Continue."

"Well do you remember what I asked you to come to yesterday? My presentation? You promised you'd be there and you weren't." Kira was pretty much yelling now.

"SO I FELL ASLEEP. I'll go next time, god." Drake wasn't quite yelling yet, but he looked furious.

"THERE WONT BE A NEXT TIME." Kira stood, her fists balled up at her sides. "IT WAS THE LAST ONE."

"Maybe we should duck behind something in case this gets violent," Quinn whispered. "Can't be too careful."

Everyone hushed him as they watched the couple fight. They'd never seen Drake and Kira have so much as a disagreement before, let alone a full blown argument.

Drake shrugged. "It's not like there's anything I can do about it now, is there? Do you want me to go grab my time machine and wake myself up?" He took a deep breath. "Maybe I didn't want to go anyways!"

Kira's mouth dropped open. She grabbed the nearest pillow and threw it at him. "It'd be nice if you cared!" she yelled, tears spilling out of her eyes. Then she ran out of the room.

Everyones expression was exactly the same, jaws on the floor and eyes wide. They could have lived to see a dinosaur before they thought Drake and Kira would have a fight.

"W-WAIT. KIRA." Astrid called out, running towards the door to chase after her friend. She made sure to cast a glare at Drake before she disappeared.

"Fucking shit..." Drake ran a frustrated hand through his hair, kicking the pillow that Kira had thrown at him and stomping out the door in the opposite direction, not even bothering to look at the others.

"... Wait..." Quinn started, "Did Drake and Kira just break up..." He, and everyone else looked extremely confused.

"I... I'm not sure..." Diana blinked.

Edilio slowly got up from the floor and walked to the window. He peeked outside. "No fire falling from the sky. No mass destruction. No corpses littering the street. So it's not the end of the world. But..." He scratched his head, confused.

Sam frowned. He was more confused than he'd ever been, even in math class, and that was saying something.

"So," Diana said after awhile. "Are we just gonna...sit here...or..." Something moved beside her, and with a start she realized that she was still holding Caine's mouth. She let go, and he gasped for breath.

Astrid came in then. She looked more tired than she had a few minutes earlier, and her hair was a mess, and her shirt was soaked. "Well that went... Terribly." She frowned, plopping down in an armchair near the door.

"What happened?" Edilio asked, looking a bit concerned.

"Well," she sighed. "I caught up to her in the parking lot across the street, and then she cried on me," she pointed to her wet shoulder, "and then she said a whole bunch of stuff that I couldn't understand." She sighed again. "She went home. But she was a mess."

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Meanwhile, at Perdido High, Sam's parents were recieving a lecture from his teacher about his lack of academic motivation.

"He just doesn't TRY," his teacher said, frowning. "I'm sure, if he applied himself, he'd do very good work, but he just doesn't pay attention."

A few more conferences passed, and the gangs' parents had recieved mixed reviews about their children. Although the majority of them were unphased, due to the fact that it was all old news to them at this point. Kira's parents had decided to play a little game with all of the teachers - speaking only Korean until their time was up, when they said 'Thank you for your time, have a nice evening,' with flawless pronounciation. All the teachers had been thoroughly confused.

Kira's mom had also complimented Drake's mom on her dress when they passed each other in the hallway, completely oblivious as to who she was. They'd started talking, and after about ten or so minutes, so did the husbands.

Half an hour later, they were all practically best friends.

"Would you like to come over for dinner tomorrow?" Kira's mom asked, adjusting the purse strap on her shoulder.

Drake's mom smiled. "We'd love to!"