Dylan leaned back in his computer chair, stretching as he removed his glasses to rub his eyes. He looked at the clock, "Holy crap, 1:30?" He yawned.

He turned around, turning on his bedroom light. "Geez, I should get to bed... I'll ask them about this in school."

He got ready for bed. Turning off his light and slowly drifting to sleep.

XXXX

Walking onto the school grounds, Dylan walked up to all his friends. Who were just happening to all be hanging out together. "Hey guys," he said to them, each one greeting him back, "I have a question."

Donte returned with, "What is it?"

"You know my small project I was working on?" he spoke mainly to Donte and Riley.

"Yeah?" responded Riley, Storm on his arm.

"Well, I was wondering if you all would like to help."

"Sure," said Riley, Donte smacking him in the back of the head, "Hey!"

"Dude, you don't even know what you're agreeing to!"

"Fine, whatever." He turned his gaze back to Dylan, "So what is it?"

"Well," started Dylan, "I've been working on a short film. Romance related. And I was hoping that you all would help me out as cast and crew."

"Sure," said Riley once more, and once more getting smacked in the back of the head, "What now?!"

Donte shrugged, with a chuckle, "I just wanted to smack you."

Donte was punched in the arm. "Jackass."

Casey, completely ignoring them, said, "So, what would we be doing anyway."

"I was thinking of asking what you guys are good at, and going from there."

The group had surprisingly agreed, saying what they were good at. And what was more surprising to Dylan, is that he had actually thought that's what they'd be doing. All as if itself was part of a story.

"Alright, cool," he said, "Let's head over to the apartment after school, and I'll give you all a script. And hopefully we'll be able to get started pretty soon."

Riley commented, "Well, me and Donte kinda live with you, so it won't be hard." He got smacked again, "Can you stop that!"

Donte smacked him a 4th time saying, "Nope." He was immediately smacked back by Riley, "Ow!"

He spoke sarcastically, "Oops, sorry, I didn't mean to hit you with my cast arm."

"Alright, geez, I get it. I'll stop."

XXXX

Dylan turned around from his computer on his computer chair, looking at his 7 crew members. "Alright, so I'm gonna make this brief because I have somewhere to go."

"Where?" asked Riley.

"Don't worry about it. Anyway-"

"You're not gonna tell us?" replied Donte.

"Just ignore it. Anyway, here." Dylan started to hand out multiple scripts. "Now that I've already calculated," Riley snickered from 'calculated', "what everyone can do. I already made up a role sheet for you guys."

They all looked down on the 'Character Reference' sheet for them to look at.

It showed that Dylan was the director, obviously enough. Riley and Storm were the leads. Donte and Valerie being the secondary characters next to Riley and Storm. Casey being a helping hand friend towards Donte and Riley. Blueice being the sound director, while John was the camera director.

Riley glanced over the whole script, "Holy... crap I have a lot of lines." He looked up at Dylan, "You really think I can remember all this?"

Dylan facepalmed, "This isn't a play, Riley. You can look at the lines before the scenes."

"Aha..."

"Anyway, I gotta go." Dylan stood up to leave his room.

Casey spoke up this time, "Where're you going again?"

"I told you people, I'm not telling you."

As Riley and Donte watched their childhood friend walk away, they looked at each other with the same idea in mind. They're gonna tail him.

XXXX

Half to meeting up with Ella, Dylan was smarter than Riley and Donte thought. Walking along the road, he picked up a rock, and started messing with it while walking, as if a baseball. Walking a few feet, he instantly threw it at a bush behind him.

"Ow!" subconsciously screamed Riley.

"Why the hell are you guys tailing me?" Dylan called out to the bush.

Donte and Riley knew they had been caught, and stood up, "We wanted to know where you were going," commented Donte.

"Yeah, since you didn't tell us," finished Riley.

"I'm going on a date, okay?"

"Ooh, a date," said Riley, "With who?"

"Does it really matter?"

Donte nodded, "Yeah, it does."

"Why does it matter."

Riley spoke, "So we, um, we..."

Donte looked at him with an upset look, "Seriously, Riley?" he turned his gaze back to Dylan, "So we know who to embarrass once you're truly going out."

"You guys are idiots," Dylan spoke starting to walk off, "If you continue to tail me, I will hurt you."

XXXX

Dylan walked up to a park bench, "Hey, Ella."

She looked up to him, already slightly blushing. "Hey, Dylan..."

"Something up? You seem to have a slight depressing tone."

"N-No," she stuttered, "I'm just a little shocked you actually agreed to this."

"Well, believe it. This is truly happening." Dylan glanced away, he leaned down to pick up a rock, "Excuse me a moment." As if a baseball player, he pitched the rock into a bush.

"What was that for?" asked Ella.

"My friends wanted to know where I was going, and are trying to tail me. It's kinda stupid if you ask me."

"So, where do you want to go?"

He shrugged, looking at her, "It was your decision to meet up, do you have any ideas?"

"We, could go to the park, and have a picnic?"

"We aren't really prepared for a picnic, so maybe another time. But we can head to the park and hang out there."

"Alright," Ella agreed, they both walking off into the direction of the park.

XXXX

Donte groaned, "This is why I hate the park." He and Riley were several yards away from Dylan and Ella; not being able to hear the conversation.

"Maybe we should listen to Dylan when he said to stop tailing him?" commented Riley.

Donte looked back at him, "Dude, out of character much?"

"Sorry, whatever." Riley was actually tired of sneaking around, trying to follow Dylan. "I mean seriously though, we can't even hear him anyway. What good will turn out from this?"

"We got to know what's going on though. He's a senior dating a freshman, how bizarre is that?"

'A lot less bizarre than you're making it, dumbass' Riley mumbled. He stood up, "I'm out of here."

"Where the hell are you going?"

"Don't worry about it. Why don't you tail me instead of getting your knickers in a twist?"

Donte stood up, "What'd you just say to me?"

Riley turned, "I said you're a dumbass that has nothing better to do than meddle with other people's life."

"You want me to break that other arm you bitch!"

"Try it."

Donte rushed Riley, trying to tackle him. However he dodged to easily. "No fighting skills, whatsoever. Nothing compared to my parkour reaction time." Riley thought.

As Donte went to grab Riley once more, he was met with a hard red rock, also known as Riley's cast. Donte hit the grass hard.

Seconds later, he quickly got up. He wiped his mouth, seeing the blood on his hand. "Your blood will be the next one drawn," Donte had thought, charing after Riley once more.

Riley got predictable, and Donte dodged his cast, tackling Riley to the ground. He held down the cast arm with his left hand, holding his body with his weight, and his left arm with his right leg. Donte's right arm digging into the throat of Riley. Riley trying to get gasps of air, but failing to.

As Riley slowly became light headed, his strength faded as well. Donte realized this, and punched him hard in the cheek. Watching a tooth fall out of his mouth.

Donte's first fight, and his first victory. He picked up the tooth as he stood up from the losing consciousness Riley. "I'm gonna keep this as a souvenir." Donte walked away, a bit of blood dripping from his mouther still.