Alright this is my second fanfic so yeah be nice. Basically a new kid Justen comes in and meets the childhood Marcus and Carlos giving his insight on the types of people they were 12 years before E-Day. I based the character of Justen off my best friend Justen hahah Yea basically me and him are Carlos and Marcus, he even has the blue eyes haha but i cant really change the characters to fit our personalities cause i Dont own them. So this idea was my next best thing.

WARNING: I DO NOT OWN THE GEARS UNIVERSE OR CHARACTERS THEY WERE EPIC GAMES IDEAS SO GO DONATE HAHAH CAUSE THEY DESERVE IT. FAN-MADE SO PLEASE ENJOY

Moving was never easy for Justen, or anyone for that matter. Each time he had to pull away from one comfortable position in his life and get sent into a new unsettling one. He had to leave his friends and make new ones, but he could never stay long enough to get close to any of them.

It was a bitter sweet circle of life he had been thrown into, but that's just the way life was when your parents made weapons for the COG.

This time it was "different" his parents had told him. This would be the last time they would have to move, but he had heard that many times before. His parents could have been telling the truth, but Justen knew all too well how much that phrase "last time" could be easily forgotten.

Justen really had no room to complain and no real say in the matter. His parents simply gave him the notice that his life was soon to change, to get rid of their own guilt, not because he had a choice because he never did.

"Maybe it will be 'different' this time..." Justen whispered to himself as he sat in the back of one of many luxury cars his parents owned, looking out the window pretending to be interested in the scenery as they drove to their new destination. He was simply pretending so to not urge his parents to speak to him.

Justen's attempt of that failed.

Noticing his son's gloomy mood through the rear view mirror, Justen's dad contemplated a way to justify to his son the reason for moving again...or at least the reason he thought it was the right thing to do.

"You know we will be helping a lot of people where me and your mom will be working" he said as he focused on his driving.

"We will be working with one of the leading weapons researchers, Professor Adam Fenix" he continued "in making war more efficient for our soldiers so that way less people have to die... You have to understand that it's not something we can simply pass up".

The words obviously didn't hit home with Justen and the idea of the move being some form of self righteous attempt to make the world a better place for war, was literally a failed try by his father to make him feel any better in his eyes.

Noticing his failure Justen's father gave a glance to his wife in the passenger's seat that said (help me out here will you?).

With a sigh she turned to face her growing boy and try her hand at comforting him to some degree on the situation.

"I know it's hard and I know I've said it a thousand times but...you'll make new friends... like you always do" she said as she tried to give him a reassuring smile that everything would be ok.

Justen simply gave a smirk back as a reply to his mothers words. She was right though, he would make new friends like he always did. Moving from place to place usually had two outcomes for children with this fate, one being the socialist he was or the path of an anti-socialist that he simply could not bring himself to be.

If moving had taught him anything important in life, it had been how to get along with various types of people. That being said however, Justen's concern did not stem from if he COULD make friends; rather if he could KEEP them for once in his life.

Due to the fact that his parents were now on the offensive to talk to him about the situation he asked one of the most common questions one would ask.

"Where I am I going to go to school?" he said simply ignoring anything that had been said before hand to help him.

"That's actually another good thing about this move" his father said "As I was speaking with Prof. Fenix I brought you up into the conversation as he spoke about his son Marcus starting at a new school just like you to help him socialize...we thought it both a great idea if we enrolled you in the same school to be friends, considering you come from similar family backgrounds" he finished as he made a turn.

"Oh" was the only word he could say in reply out loud, while in his head stood another story.

"What the hell man? What I am I 5? I don't need a playmate with another rich kid...dammit...what a pain" he thought as he turned his head back to the window.

Justen never got along with other wealthy kids whose parents had the same job as his or similar. They all were so spoiled and stuck up it simply annoyed him. Justen was glad he was not anything like those kids but he didn't believe this kid Marcus would be any different.

"What's the name of the school? And is it private or public?" Justen asked his mother breaking the conversation away from his father.

Justen had always either been Home-schooled or put in a private school where in some cases he could find good friends that were not the snobby rich kind. He usually got along with the kids who were placed in the private school through invitation or connection rather than money. In private school those were the main too kind of people, rich and everyone else. And despite all the taunts he got from being a "poor people lover", Justen knew he would rather be everyone else if he had the choice.

"Its one of the standard schools in Ephyra, it's called Olafson Intermediate School" his mother replied "and it's public this time."

That struck curiosity in Justen. He had never gone to a regular kid's school no matter how many times he had asked. He could tell his parents had changed their minds as a gift to apologize for the whole situation. And that was fine with him; he would take what he could get.

"Well I guess that's cool…" he said. That was a pharse his parents knew all too well. That's cool always meant Justen was done talking and to leave him alone. He was not an angry kid, he simply liked his space.

Knowing this Justen's parents let the conversation die. There simply was not more to say. They only spoke to him to point out interesting scenery of the new city, but whether it had been a simple farm or the large architecture dedicated to the COG that was found all thru the town, Justen simply didn't care much for it.

"Things might turn out alright but this Marcus kid better not piss me off' he thought as he looked at the reflection of his red hair in the car window before they pulled up to their new home. He knew everything turned out alright in the end but something else also always ringed true too.

Being the new kid sucks...

WELL TELL ME HOW YOU GUYS FEEL ABOUT THE IDEA SO FAR. I AM BASICALLY USING JUSTEN TO GIVE INSIGHT TO CHILDHOOD MARCUS AND CARLOS THROUGH THE EYES OF JUSTEN. CAUSE I FELT WE DESERVED MORE IN DEPTH CHILDHOOD THEN WE HAD FOUND IN THE BOOK LOL. SO YEAH LETS SEE WHERE I GO WITH THIS.