I walked into the diner and looked around for the boys. God, it's really busy today. Me and the guys discovered The Greasy Spoon about four years ago. They're cheap but the food is really great. I looked around to see Vic signaling for me. At least we get a booth this time. I walked over and gave each of them a pound. The five of us have been inseparable for a while now, even when we're in college. Wally, the man-whore, is the red head who I have known since childhood. He came over the manor, not long after I was adopted, and we became best friends ever since. Then there's Gar, the geek, who I met in elementary school. We spent hours on his game station playing mega monkeys. Vic, the athlete, is kind of my older brother. He stood up to the bullies that used to mock me in middle school. Ryan, the mysterious one. I call him that because I've known him since I was eighteen and at the same time it's like I don't know him. I met him after my bike broke down in front of his house. It turned out that he was a mechanic and helped me get back on the road.

"You realize you're drenching wet", said Wally.

I glared over at him. It wasn't my fault. The parking lot was full and I had to park in the back. Damn Gotham's weather. "Thank you captain obvious."

"Man I am going to bomb tomorrows test", said Vic. He was looking at the papers he placed on the table.

I laughed as I sat in the booth. "Professor Chan's tests were easy."

Vic mocked laughed me. "Okay Mr. I took Calculus last year and passed with straight A's."

"Aren't you like super smart in science, dude?", asked Gar.

Vic sighed. "Usually if I'm listening. I've been sleeping through every class. You know how hard it is to juggle class and college football?"

"I don't know how you guys handle college", said Ryan. He took a sip of his beer. Speaking of beer, I think I'll order one.

Wally nudged my arm. "Man do you see that blonde over by the front door?"

I rolled my eyes. Anything with legs and a vagina will attract that boy.

Wally looked over at Ry. "College is a great way to learn...about the opposite sex that is." He laughed at his own joke.

"School was never my thing anyways", said Ryan. "Mechanic at heart."

Ryan is saving up for his own shop. We actually work with him in his garage whenever we're free. He doesn't have enough money to buy a real shop so he decided to open up one in his garage to save up. I feel bad for him sometimes. He actually moved here from his country, wherever he's from, with barley any money and all alone. He never speaks about his family, hence the whole mysterious part. I offered him some money and told him he could pay me back anytime but he never would accept it.

I looked over at him as his cell phone rang. He took it out of his pocket and I could see his eyebrows rise. He had this really tense look on his face.

"I need to take this", he told us and got out of the booth.

I had a bad feeling that something was wrong.

Three weeks later

I parked my car outside the Ry's garage. I stepped into a foot of snow and groaned. There's nothing more that I hate than the snow. Really you'd think I'd get used it to it living in Gotham for so long. I opened the door to the garage and walked in to see the guys already in there. I spotted Ryan working under the hood of a red car.

"Ryan you really need to shovel outside", I said.

Ryan didn't look up. "I'll get to it when I can." He sighed and stood up straight. He wiped his greasy hands on a towel.

Maybe I shouldn't have said anything. After everything he's been through in the last three weeks. "Sorry I didn't mean to-

"It's fine", he interrupted. He sighed and wiped his forehead. "I'm the one who should be apologizing. I haven't been myself lately."

Vic rolled from under the car. "Man we don't blame you."

"Yea", said Gar from the stool. "It kinda hasn't been easy for you."

Ryan placed his hands on car and looked down.

"Is there any news about them?", I asked him.

Ryan shook his head. "My father was a trained pilot. I just don't understand how they could just be missing."

"Maybe you shouldn't assume the worse of things", said Wally. He took a bite out of his ice cream. "I'm serious. They could still be alive."

"They couldn't locate the plane", said Ryan. He gave out another big sigh. "They're sending my sister here."

Now that really caught my attention. I never knew he had a sister.

"You have a sister?", asked Gar. I was just going to ask that.

Ryan nodded. "I have two and since Kori is a minor, she has to live with me."

Gar tossed his comic book aside. "Why doesn't she just live with your other sister?"

Ryan tensed. "She's not around a lot."

"Wait who is sending your sister here?",asked Vic.

Ryan looked down at him. "The island of Cyprus and the city of Tameran." He glanced over at the clock. "Her plane lands around seven thirty tonight."

"So you have to like take care of her?", asked Wally.

We all looked at Wally and shook our heads.

"What?", he asked. He shrugged. "How old is she?"

"Seventeen", Ryan told us. "I just turned twenty one month a go and now I have to take care of a teenager."

Vic laughed. "Aw c'mon man. She can't be that bad."

"She's a girl", mentioned Ryan. "Do you know how hard it's going to adjust. No more bringing back the chicks and no more late parties."

What a shame. Ryan does throw the best parties. Booze, girls, music, and no parents.

"Wait!", yelled Wally. "Does this mean I can't sleep in the spare bedroom when I'm fighting with the parents?"

"Why don't you just move out?", asked Vic.

Wally took a bite out of his sandwich. "Free food and no bills."

I worry about Wally sometimes. I turned my attention to Ryan. "Well if you need anything man, just know we're all here for you."

Ryan nodded. "Yea. Hey about we go start dinner before I leave to the airport?"

"Great", said Vic standing up. He rubbed his stomach. "Cuz I'm hungry!"

"Me too!", said Wally mouthful.

I shook my head.

"How are you still hungry?",asked Ryan.

"Fast metabolism", replied Wally.

Ryan's house is like a second home to all of us. We spend a lot of our time here, hanging out, partying, working, eating dinner, and we even spend the night sometimes. The house isn't at all big. It's a off-white two story house with the basic kitchen, living room, two bathrooms, two bedrooms, and a basement.

Dinner is always cooked by Vic and Ry while the rest of us just sit back and relax.

"Turn on the news", I told Wally,

Wally turned his head to me. "What is it with you and the news?"

"I like to keep in touch with whats happening in the world", I told him.

Wally rolled his eyes and flipped to the news. "Hows the cop thing going?"

I turned to him. "Fine."

"Are you going to be one of those cops that listen to police scanners all the time?", asked Gar.

Wally laughed. "He's probably going to have a low fat belly from eating donuts."

I glared at him and shook my head. "You shouldn't be talking."

Wally looked down and lifted his shirt. "No way man. My six pack is still there."

"Dinner is ready!", yelled Vic from inside the kitchen.

I grabbed the remote and turned off the t.v.

The kitchen table had burgers, hot dogs, french fries, steak, some tofu stuff for Gar, and a small bowl of salad. The salad is really there just for looks. The only one who ever eats salad is Gar.

"Who's turn is it in saying grace?", asked Vic. I never did say grace before. Not even when my parents were alive. It was during the first dinner we had, Vic claimed it was a tradition for him to say grace and so we adopted it too.

"You do it", said Ry.

We all folded our hands because it would just be weird for us to hold hands around the table. Vic did his usual thing and we dug into our food. It was quiet in the beginning just us guys focusing on eating our food.

Ryan broke the silence when he stood up. "I gotta go."

"Already?", asked Gar.

"It's almost five and the traffic is probably crazy", said Ryan. He exited through the archway but came back in a swift moment. "Try not to trash the place."

It wasn't long after Ryan left that we decided to leave his house. We thought it was best to leave him and his sister alone when they arrive.

"Hey Dick!", yelled Wally from behind.

I turned to look at him. "What?"

"Give me a lift?", he asked.

I nodded and got in the drivers seat of my car. "To your parents house?" I gave out a laugh.

"Ha ha", he mocked laughed. "Not everyone has a rich father who pays for their luxurious apartment rent."

I laughed and reversed the car out of the drive way. As I put the car in gear I could see Wally opening a bag of chips.

"Dude if I see one crumb on my leather seats, I will so kill you", I told him.

He placed the bag in front of my face. "Want some?"

I shook my head. "How do girls like you?"

He wiggled his eyebrows at me. "They don't call me the fastest boy on the team for no reason."

"That's disgusting", I told him.

He shrugged. "The ladies like it." He narrowed his eyes at me. "Speaking of ladies. How's Barbara?"

He always has to bring her up. "I don't know how is she?"

He raised an eyebrow. "There's a rumor going around ya know?"

"There's always a rumor going around", I told him. I kept my eyes on the road. "She said that she wants to take a break...again."

"You gotta put your foot down", he told me. "Learn to give orders."

I glared at him. "What are you trying to say?"

He raised his eyebrows and fished for more chips. "You know exactly what I'm saying."

I'm going to kill him. "I'm not whipped!"

He placed his hands out in defense. "You said it not me."

I'm not whipped. Barbara and I are just taking another break.

I pulled up in front of Wally's house and let him out. I gave him a two finger salute and made my way back home.

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