"New York City..." Cody sighed, still shaking his head.

"Uh huh." Agreed Harold, setting his camera down.

"Center of the universe." Cody continued.

"You said it, boy." Noah said, puffing out a cloud of cold air.

"Times are shitty. But, I'm pretty sure they can't get worse." Cody said.

"I hear ya." Harold agreed again.

As the trio continued walking down, Cody looked around at the sight of the homeless and tired and hungry. He sighed again and looked back at his friends. Lightly smiling, he continued talking, trying to make the other two boys forget about the angry homeless woman yelling at them just a few seconds ago.

"It's a comfort to know when you're singing the hit-the-roads blues that anywhere else you could possibly go after New York would be..."

Cody than spotted a billboard, advertising a tropical trip to somewhere warm and sunny. He smiled and finished his own sentence by saying, "A pleasure cruise..."

Noah spotted the same billboard and saw Cody staring at it with hopeful eyes. He suddenly chuckled and wrapped his arms around Harold and Cody.

"Now you're talking!" Noah said cheerfully.

Surprised by his friend's action, Harold lifted up the camera and began filming again. Cody giggled along with Noah, smiling.

"Well, I'm thwarted by a metaphysic puzzle," Noah said to the two, "And I'm sick of grading papers, that I know. I'm shouting in my sleep, I need a muzzle. All this misery pays no salary, so..."

Grinning at the thought, Noah said, "Let's open up a restaurant in Santa Fe! Sunny Santa Fe would be nice. Let's open up a restaurant in Santa Fe!"

Motioning to the streets of New York City, Noah added, "And leave this to the roaches and mice."

Harold laughed, still filming Noah's talk of a dream. Noah grinned at two, shrugging. Cody looked at Noah with a bewildered look on his face.

"You teach?" Cody asked.

Noah sighed and nodded. "I teach. Computer Age Philosophy." Then Noah rolled his eyes and muttered out, "But my students would rather watch TV."

Cody scoffed and said sarcastically, "America."

"America." Harold and Noah agreed.

Continuing on about his dream, Noah went up to Cody, wrapping his arms around his waist. Smiling at the angel-looking boy, he said "You're a sensitive aesthete. Brush the sauce onto the meat. You could make the menu sparkle with rhyme!"

Cody lightly blushed, smiling back. Harold grinned at the two, happy that at least they both have found a special someone. Noah turned around, still holding Cody. Hugging him from behind, he continued.

"You could drum a gentle drum and I could seat guests as they come! Chatting not about Heidegger, but wine! Let's open up a restaurant in Santa Fe! Our labors would reap financial gains!"

"Gains, gains, gains." Harold said, shaking his head but still smiling at the two.

"I'm serious! Let's open up a restaurant in Santa Fe and save from devastation our brains!" Noah said, smiling.

"Save our brains!" Harold joked, laughing.

"We'll pack up our junk and fly so far away! Devote ourselves to projects that sell!" Noah said.

"We'll open up a restaurant in Santa Fe! Forget this cold Bohemian hell!" Harold added.

Noah laughed and patted Harold's back, glad he was seeing it his way. The three hummed a little, standing close to each other for warmth. As they kept walking down, they passed by the billboard that was promising people a tropical vacation.

Grinning, Noah asked jokingly, "Do you know the way to Santa Fe? You know, tumbleweeds...prairie dogs..."

Harold and Cody laughed, and Noah smiled at them. He looked back at the billboard and he could see that dream restaurant. Smiling, he whispered, "Yeah..." In a dreamy way.

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Santa Fe – Rent OBC

Author's Notes: More to come, sooner or later!

BTW: Remember, these are just song drabbles. Mmkay?

I think some of you didn't quite catch that...

Oh! And I forgot to add this to the other chapters! XD

R/R please. c: