'Sup guys. I am done. (just finished, a little late) and now can't think of anything to put here. I'm sure there was supposed to be something...

The USB's files were password protected. Of course, that hardly slowed Delta. Even if he couldn't guess the password (carol), he'd have been able to get past it. Did York think I wouldn't, or did he trust me not to pry? The latter would be unlikely; Delta had shown no sign of even liking the gang leader.

Delta decided he'd figure it out later and began looking through the files. Most of them were based around Freelancer; a list of their current members and past bases, trivial things that didn't really catch Delta's attention. He was more curious as to why York was giving Gamma all this information.

An odd file name caught his eye; Insurrection. Another password blocked his access. Delta could get past it, and he would. Yet lunch was almost over. He'd have to do it at home. Hopefully I'll have enough time to work out what this is before Gamma becomes suspicious.

It was Music, again. Being one of the few electives that didn't seem to involve that much work, a lot of the students had chosen it. Tex regretted it dearly, especially seeing she now had to spend a double period listening to Caboose's ramblings. "Caboose, shut up!" This had more of an effect than Tex had expected; Caboose suddenly silenced, staring at his hands which had moved from dancing through the air as he spoke to being held tightly in his lap.

"I'm sorry," he mumbled, staring at the desk before him.

"Uh... Caboose?" The way he tried to hide his large build by being completely still made her guilty. Tex had gotten on well with Caboose once. Sure, he'd never been Delta-smart, but he'd never tried to hit on her, or acted like a self-absorbed asshole or any of the many things that ticked her off. He also respected her physical strengths, and she -though she'd hardly admit it now- respected his. That, of course, was before the Insurrection found her again, and left Caboose as he was, a childish moron who tried to chase after butterflies if he saw them.

"I'm sorry," she admitted. "What do you want to make our song about?"

Caboose took a while to realise Tex wasn't going to continue yelling at him, then significantly more time thinking. "Church!" He suddenly exclaimed.

"Church?"

"Yeah!" Caboose seemed thrilled by the idea. "We can write about how he's our best friend!"

That would annoy the hell out of Church. Despite the fact they were no longer fighting, the idea was incredibly amusing to Tex. "How about we write how you're his best friend." She wasn't going anywhere near cheesy love-songs.

"Ok!"

Simmons felt weird sitting beside an empty spot. Only he and Donut occupied the four-seat table, and it seemed very empty. "So, uh... what are we doing?"

"Making a song," Donut muttered, writing.

Simmons looked over at Donut's book, and paled as he read the lyrics. "We are not doing that."

"Why not?"

"Because! I am not singing... that, in front of the class!"

"You can't sing anyway. I'll do it."

"I'm not going to be associated with that in front of the class."

Donut rolled his eyes. "You're so self conscious. Besides, I've already written most of the lyrics. If you payed attention last week, you could have picked what we did."

"Ugh. Fine. But take out that." The next two hours were spent with Simmons picking out things he didn't want, and Donut completely ignoring him.

"So, where is your partner?" Flowers didn't miss the way Carolina's eyes flickered to her left before she replied.

"I dunno. Sick, probably."

"Uh huh." Flowers looked over Carolina's notes, which didn't contain much. "Can I offer my advice?"

"For the music?"

Flowers shook his head. "Don't blame him."

"What?"

"Just because someone is in the role of a leader, doesn't mean they have to work alone. A team sticks together, they should keep sticking together even when bad things happen. It is as much all your fault as it is no one's."

"Wait... What are you talking about?" How the hell do you know about this?

Flowers smiled. "Sometimes, things like this are just obvious."

"What are you suggesting I do?"

"Help him. He's beating himself up over this. He'd do the same for you, wouldn't you?"

Carolina looked over at York, noting his blind eye. He would do anything for me.

"Shut up. Shut up. Shut the fuck up!"

Andy simply grinned and continued, much to Church's annoyance. "You find out she had balls... then over the weekend realise you don't mind guys?"

"Tex is not a guy."

Andy snorted. "I lived with her. I'd know."

"You were her roommate. For a week!"

"It was a very interesting week." Andy almost managed to sound somber, but the shit-eating grin was still stuck to his face.

"Fuck you." To think, Church had once laughed at Tex for not being able to stand a week with this guy. It had been fifteen minutes. He already wanted to kill himsel-Andy. He already wanted to kill Andy.

"What's the problem?" Church glared at Flowers. Fucking asshole, he knew exactly what the problem was.

"Church won't help me." Flowers was far from gullible; how the hell did Andy expect the teacher to believe him?

"What have you done then, Andy?"

"...nothing." Church hid a smirk. Idiot.

"Do either of you have any ideas?"

Andy shook his head, Church shrugged. He might be able to think of something if he gave a fuck, but he really didn't care.

"Anything important to the two of you?"

What was important to Church? Carolina, he supposed, but as if he was going to write a song about his half-sister.

Andy clearly had nothing also. Flowers sighed, unwilling to let these two do nothing. "Well, think about it. What's something- a thing by the way, not a person- that you think you could write about." Flowers knew very well how stubborn teenagers were when it came to being open about other people.

A thing? The hell does that mean?

Omega seemed stressed. He wasn't focusing on their work, just staring blankly at the few lyrics he'd written.

"What's wrong?" His twin nudged his arm gently, more curious than worried.

"Sigma..." He held her gaze for a moment before looking down, sighing. "It's nothing."

Sigma rolled her eyes. "You're usually better at lying than that."

"Look- Just leave it, OK?"

"Ugh, fine." She looked over his arm and read aloud, "We are fragments and pieces, when it's all over we all will pay. Creepy."

Omega shrugged. "Do you like it?"

"Yeah, it's cool. Maybe put a 'just' there though." Sigma pointed and Omega nodded, marking in the edit. It was astonishing how easily he could pretend Sigma really was happy. He was faking it as much as she was.

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"Blow me away? Seriously?"

"It's funny!"

"No. It is so far from funny."

"I don't see why you hate it so much."

Simmons sighed, leaning slightly on his locker. "We have to present these to the entire class. I don't know about you, but I'm done with people bullying me."

"So you're just going to pretend you're straight?"

"No, I don't mean that. Just not be so obvious."

Donut scoffed. "How come people like Church and Tex can be so obvious about their straightness, but I can't be the same, just because I like guys?"

"Donut- I'm not saying it's wrong,"

"You just don't like it. You changing your mind about your sexuality, Simmons? Should I make a note to tell Grif?"

That stung. So did the fact that Donut was taking this so personally. Simmons was just trying to warn him! "No! Donut, it's not that! It's stupid, I know that. But people here are stupid. If you go through with that song, it'll just give more ammo to assholes."

"I don't care what Church thinks or says! He can't hurt us without Caboose!"

"Have you forgotten about Tex?"

"Tex won't bother us unless we bother her. She doesn't take orders from Church."

"Ok, but what about the Freelancers!"

"They don't give a crap about us! They're not homophobic fucktards."

"Carolina's Church's brother. Homophobia might be genetic."

"She's never even spoken to us before."

"She might if you put that in front of the entire class."

Donut sighed. "If you're that against it, I'll ask Flowers if we can swap partners. You can be with Grif- when he wakes up, and I'll work with Tucker."

"What makes you think Tucker will go along with this?"

"I don't know. He likes double entendres and stuff. I just thought you'd be happier working with Grif." And he's at least bisexual, Donut thought, but reckoned saying that aloud would just manage to make Simmons uncomfortable

"So, Grif isn't dead."

The two spun around surprisingly quickly. A lot of things were very scary about that voice. The harsh tone, the way he seemed regretful about Grif living, and the reputation of the guy who owned that voice were high among them.

"Locus?" Donut squeaked.

Locus grinned. Being a senior, he was a lot taller than Donut, and even a fair bit higher than Simmons, lanky as he was. Simmons paled, inwardly noting the fact that three groups of bullies was far too much for a school as small as Valhalla. Unlike Church's group, who tended to be assholes to pretty much anyone, and Freelancer, who were more intimidation than anything, Locus tended to choose a select few victims and completely ignore the rest of the school. Just the fact he'd bothered to talk to Donut and Simmons was terrifying.

Simmons was trying -and failing- to work up the courage to tell Locus to go away when he left of his own accord, walking off in silence, a hint of a smile on his face. He couldn't be more scared there and then.

"North?" Noticing the Freelancer standing behind him gave Theta an unnerving sense of déjà vu. "What do you want?"

North shrugged. "Someone to hang out with, I guess. I don't really feel like hanging out with York."

Theta spent a little bit longer than necessary packing his bag as he thought about that. "Why me, though?"

"You seem lonely."

That was true enough. He had never had any friends aside from his siblings, and they had all vanished somehow. Omega and Sigma were hanging out with their new friends, and he hadn't seen Delta since before lunch.

It used to hurt Theta being left behind. He was used to it by now.

"Alright, fine. But when Delta or Omega freaks out because we spoke to each other, you're taking the blame."

"They wouldn't really get mad at you for talking to someone, would they?"

Theta grinned. "You have no idea." North chuckled and accompanied him as he left the school.

"So, uh..." Theta honestly had no idea what to say around North. He'd be lying if he claimed he wasn't still scared being near him. "W-what's your dad do?"

Idiot. That is a stupid, random question that North will laugh at you for asking.

"Nothing, actually. It's my-our mum who works. She runs a day care."

"Oh, sounds nice." Secretly Theta was amazed North actually responded. "Do you ever help with the kids?"

"Yeah. All the time. South loves it too, but she pretends to hate it."

"She sounds like Omega."

"I don't- are you seriously saying Omega likes little kids?"

"Well, no. Hates them. But he pretends to hate everyone and everything, and it's really funny when you see him acting the opposite."

"What do you mean?" North sounded perplexed, as though he couldn't imagine Omega liking something.

"Well, did you notice his hair's purple?"

"Yeah. People with purple hair tend to be hard to notice."

Theta smiled slightly, eyes momentarily focusing on a purple bit of hair in his vision. "Sigma spent months trying to get him to dye it. He claimed he hated the idea, and was really against it. You should have seen his face after Doc complimented it on their first date. I'll bet you anything he loves his dyed hair now."

"Wait, Doc and Omega are together?"

"Only since yesterday. Why?"

"Doc; Wash's friend?"

Theta winced slightly at the mention of Wash, and the memory that North was involved with everything that happened with him. "Yes. Why is that a problem?"

"It's just... York and Freelancer have enough problems... the idea of people who really hate us ganging together is scary."

Get away from this conversation right now. "You guys are illegal, though. Some people are bound not to like you." You're an idiot, Theta.

North looked at the ground. "Some people will never like me, no matter who I am. Does it matter what I do, if that's the case?"

Theta wanted to say no, that more people would like him if he wasn't part of a gang. And it didn't matter what everyone thought. But something told him that wasn't what he meant by 'some people'.

Ohright. I remember :D. If you can work out what everyone's making in Music, I'll... write a entire one-shot based on a character of your choice in the MP+S verse. It's all RvB songs, and the groups are: Church+Andy, Tex+Caboose, Tucker+Donut (as of next class), Grif+Simmons, Sigma+Omega, Carolina+South, York+North, C.T.+Wash. Good luck :D. Msg me or add your guesses into a review, up to you.

Farewells and love to you all :D