AN: Once again, in German typing this. It's kind of ridiculous. But after today I don't think I'll have a computer so...yeah.

Just so you know, I started this in Econ yesterday, and then worked on it again today. The hand written part is sorta...unfinished so..sorry if it all seems rushed or some shit.

Enjoy hell.

Their laughter was loud as they sat in the near empty resturaunt. Only one seemed a bit more closed off, not as open.

Aron's eyes narrowed. So they'd found a replacement.

Despite himself, he was curious about the new guy. That's why he made his presence known, pulling a chair up to the end of their table, causing the entire group to fall silent and glare at him.

But he didn't care. He kept his eyes locked on the new guy. "What's your name?"

"Danny."

Aron nodded, examining him.

"The fuck do you want?" Jorel snapped.

This got Aron's attention. "Oh, just curious about my replacement. Seems nice." he answered.

The biting sarcasm made Danny cringe mentally.

But he forced his distaste to stay hidden. "Sorry, I wasn't aware I wasn't supposed to be nice." he responded, tone cold and blank.

This forced a small silence over the group.

After a while, Aron broke it, having spent it examining Danny. "You seem...different than I thought."

Danny frowned, but he didn't question it.

Aron gave the others a look before he huffed and looked back to Danny. "Come with me a minute, I want a word." he said, standing up.

Danny went to get up, but Jorel grabbed his arm and kept him still, mumbling something to him before letting him up.

When the two were away from the others, Aron looked at Danny. "So. I ain't looking for a fight, Danny. Which is impossible to avoid with me around those guys."

Danny didn't ask. He didn't want to know if it was a personal beef. It wasn't his problem, nor did he plan to make it his problem.

The conversation was quick. Aron threw a look to see the others throwing strange looks at him and Danny. "I don't have any problem with you, man. Just...watch your step with them, and with me. And expect hell in front of them."

This surprised Danny. "Wait...what?"

Aron shrugged, taking his phone out and tossing it to Danny. "Put your number in. Unlike them, I'm actually pretty okay with you. I wouldn't mind talking again."

Danny caught the phone, hesitating for a moment before doing so. "At least warn me before you call or whatever if you can." Danny grumbled. "They aren't that bad."

"I thought that too." Aron admitted. "They were my best friends, now look how we are."

Danny looked up at him in surprise, then back at the guys, who were watching curiously, whispering to each other, obviously trying to figure out what was going on. "I'm sorry to hear that."

At the end of the day, when they asked Danny what it was all about, Danny responded with a simple, "He just wanted to tell me his side of the story and let me know it wasn't personal."

And they never pressed for more information, not that Danny would have told them more.

As he fell asleep that night, his phone lit up with a message. Danny glanced at it. Aron's name was there, and Danny skimmed it to see: "It was pretty cool, meeting you, Dannyboy."

Danny rolled his eyes and didn't answer. He needed the rest instead of sitting up talking to him.

So...this was shit...I think anyway.

Let me know if you wanna see something. Reviews would be nice.

See you on the flip side, soldiers.