All characters belong to me. If I find them anywhere else I'll seriously maim someone.

Warning: cussing…about it.

Summery: This takes place in two set times, first part is a telling of how Brooklyn and Broadway became friends. The second part is set after the actual story that I've yet to finish or post here. Feedback wanted desperately. Character descriptions will be posted laterin my lj tonight.

When Brooklyn met Broadway

Broadway loved being the center of attention even as a child he enjoyed all eyes on him whether is was good or bad. So, a simple thing such as shoving another kid into the sand at the local sandbox in the park was nothing, except when it was him who was being shoved into the sand. Now, most kids who frequented that park knew better than to mess with Broadway, but apparently this kid was new. Finally he'd managed to pull himself up and around.

"What the hell do ya think you're doing?!" yelled Broadway.

"Ain't nothin'!" called the other boy as he sprinted off.

"You little shit!" hollered Broadway.

"Broadway that better have not been you I heard cussing!" called Broadways' mother.

"It wasn't." he called back as he ran after the other young boy.

He had followed the other boy all the way to the older kids play area. He watched the other boy throw rocks at the older kids. It was at this point he came to two conclusions. One: this boy was crazy and two: he didn't care who he pissed off, very bad idea in his opinion, especially when it came to messing with older kids. Then he noticed the other boy had started throwing sand at two girls.

"Brooklyn you little shit, I'm telling mom you're misbehaving again!" said the older looking of the two girls.

"Like Mom gives a shit what we do! All she does is drink now. Besides, she's too busy blaming Flatts Dad-"

"Don't you dare finish that sentence you little shit!" yelled the older of the two girls.

"Yeah, besides I don't know if Mom told you or not, but she didn't even want you." said the younger girl.

"Yeah, good one!" said the older girl as she gave the other a high-five.

"Who gives a shit!" said the boy, Brooklyn.

He watched Brooklyn walk off to the water fountain. He was just about to leave when he noticed a group of older boys following Brooklyn as he'd finished getting a drink and had started to make his was back to the kiddy park. Just as Brooklyn was passing the bush he was hiding behind he pulled the other boy in and covered his mouth.

The group of older boys had paused and seemed pretty upset that Brooklyn had suddenly disappeared. He motioned for Brooklyn to be quiet. The group of boys said they'd look for Brooklyn so they could get him back for throwing rocks at them.

"You really know how to piss people off don't ya?" hissed Broadway as the boys had left.

"What's it to you?" said Brooklyn.

"Nothing really, just you should realize you're gonna get your ass kicked if ya keep this up." said Broadway.

"Well, if it's nothin' then learn ta leave other people's business 'lone." hissed Brooklyn angrily.

After a few seconds of silence, "So I take it those mean girls are your sisters."

"What of it?" said Brooklyn kicking up some dirt with his feet.

"Nothing, just, why do they treat you like that?" asked Broadway as he put all his weight on his hands as he leaned back a bit.

"Don' know, they just don' like me." said Brooklyn sullenly.

Broadway could tell how much it really hurt the other boy that his family didn't seem to like him. It was a bit odd to him really. His parents had said no matter what, they'd love him, that all parents loved their children no matter what was going on. But here was Brooklyn, some boy he hardly knew, and could tell right off the back that the boy truly felt unwanted by both his sisters and his parents. That's when he felt something flip inside his stomach. He made a promise that day to himself.

"Brook." he looked at the other boy and smiled.

"Hm? Hey, what the-!" Broadway had thrown his arms around Brooklyn's neck, causing both boys to fall back.

"We're gonna be best friends, got that? And if you say otherwise I'll seriously thump you something fierce." said Broadway.

"Uh, o-okay." stuttered the other boy, obviously taken back by what Broadway had said.

"No, not 'okay' it's: yes, of course!" said Broadway as he sat up properly with his arms crossed against his chest.

"Uh, yes, of course. Dumbass." said Brooklyn smiling.

"Hey, don't call me Dumbass. I have a name." said Broadway.

"Yea', then what is it?" asked Brooklyn arching an eyebrow.

"Broadway." said Broadway proudly.

"That's such a stupid name." stated Brooklyn.

"Yeah, well Brooklyn ain't any better. Isn't like, a place in New York, or something?" said Broadway.

"Don' know." said Brooklyn shrugging a shoulder and smiling at Broadway.

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Present day.

"Yo Brook, you remember this?" asked Broadway pointing to a picture in the photo album he was flipping through.

Brooklyn slid next to him and smiled brightly, "Yea'!"

"We totally punked your sisters that day in the park." said Broadway.

"I was in trouble for weeks. But ain't that also the day we met Jene?" said Brooklyn grabbing the other end of the photo album.

"Yeah, yeah it was. Isn't he the reason we did what we did to your sisters?" said Broadway with a slight sad expression touching his features.

"No wonder we got in so much trouble." both of them laughed for about a minute, but when the laughter died down they both seemed really sad.

"I miss him." said Broadway in a soft voice.

"It's not like he's dead Way." said Brooklyn as he flipped the page of the photo album.

"But he's-things are different now Brook. He's not the same Jene as before." Broadway looked at the picture in the photo album and bit his lower lip.

"He's happy Way, so…..we should be too." Brooklyn gently slid the photo album out of Broadways hands and set it aside.

The photo album was left open as the two of them left Broadways room together. Not a single thing in the room moved. Sounds from down the hall echoed through the room. The photo album remained open to the page the boys had left it at. There was only one picture on the page. There, on the worn page was a picture, Jene center, Broadway left of Jene, Brooklyn to the right. The three boys were covered in scrapes and mud with broad smiles extending across their faces. Arms were thrown around each other, like they were joined at the hip.

Life was definitely not as it had been, not like when they were kids…..