AN – long but necessary: So, I was watching "Just The Girl" by The Click Five with a friend because a few years ago we lived off of that song. So we watched it, and we noticed that the lead singer looked a lot like Caine. So we replaced the five band members with Caine, Sam, Quinn, Drake, and Edilio, and called it the FAYZ Five. So if you go watch the video, (http:/www. Youtube .com/ watch? v=yK02XqkdFF8 ,make sure you take out the spaces.) the basic explanation is: every time the lead singer moves his arms/hands, something explodes because of his telekinesis. And when they start fist pumping, the helicopter above them explodes.

In our minds anyway, try to picture it like that: The drummer is Drake, The keyboardist is Edilio, The guitarist to the left is Sam, and the one to the right is Quinn, and the song is about Diana.

This fic was a collab between two people. Fair warning: this is not supposed to be serious. They're OOC, the writing isn't beautiful and descriptive. We know all of this. It is meant to be a light, comical, ironic thing. Just…don't take it too seriously. xD

All song titles and lyrics belong to The Click Five. Have a nice day!

They had just finished rehearsing at Drake's house. "Great," Drake said, "that's the third drum set this week."

"Well," Caine grumbled, "you should stop setting up on my left side. You know that's my emotional side."

Drake muttered a swear words in response.

"Just buy another one." Caine smirked, opening a can of soda from Drake's refrigerator.

"I don't see why I should. This band sucks anyway." Drake grumbled under his breath. He sprawled out on his beat up couch, spinning his drumsticks around his fingers. "If anything, you should buy it for me, ass."

"I'll buy it for you," Caine said, "as long as your parents don't make me pay for the ceiling."

"Hey brah, chillax," said Quinn from the doorway. Edilio nodded, and Sam was too lost in thoughts of Astrid that had started when Quinn said "brah."

"Hm. Just leave before they get here and they'll assume the ceiling was my doing." Drake said, chucking one of his drumsticks at Sam's head "You look like an idiot with your mouth open like that." He grumbled. Sam just narrowed his eyes at the drumstick lying helplessly on the floor.

"You burn it you die, Sammy. I'm not paying for that shit too." Drake said with a snarl.

Sam shrugged and crashed on an armchair. "I'm not the one with the weak solo, man."

There was a scuffle, and afterwards Drake was grinning while Sam lay groaning on the floor.

"Stop the childish fighting," Caine said, stepping in between them.

"Hey," Drake backed away, "don't point your emotional side at me."

"I'll point whatever I want to point Drakey." Caine mocked, ruffling Drake's hair in the process, which earned him a glare from the psychopath. "By the way. You really need a haircut. You look like Diana." Caine chuckled.

Drake smirked "Oh really? Does that make me sexy?" He asked "Don't tell me 'Just the Girl was about me. I don't like you like that broski."

Caine blushed. "And what about that song you started? Who's "Penny"?"

"It was a J!" Drake yelled. "Jenny."

Caine shrugged. "Not my fault you have the handwriting of a seven year old girl."

"Fuck you." Drake rolled his eyes. "And that is none of your business." He evaded Caine's glare.

"Drake and Jenny. Ew." Edilio shuttered.

"What's wrong with Jenny?" Drake said defensively.

"Nothing. Just the idea of you having a girlfriend is pretty damn disgusting." Edilio responded with a shrug.

"Yeah, well," Drake said, "at least I'm not the one who's still scared of girls."

"The Mexican sidekick never gets the girl," Quinn chipped in. "It's why he's bitter."

"He's Honduran," Caine said absentmindedly, perhaps still flustered about the Just The Girl jibe.

Sam wasn't paying attention to any of this, since talk of girls had once again sent him into a flurry of pleasant images.

Drake twitched. "You guys are such idiots. It pains me." He walked to the door and opened it with a sigh. "Get the fuck out." He said, pointing out the door.

"Why the rush? Jenny coming over?" Quinn teased. Sam stepped out first, pulling Quinn with him

"Brah. Shut up." he said, thumping Quinn on the back of the head. Edilio followed slowly behind them. Caine left last, after being almost literally thrown out the door by Drake.

"Drake you're such a bitch." He said as he turned in the direction of his house.

The next day at school, everyone looked like they wanted to slap a bitch, as was the usual on Mondays. This was particularly dangerous, as Drake was likely to slap an actual bitch. They stumbled around with the rest of the exhausted students, getting ready for first period.

As the guys stumbled into their first period math class, angry expressions on their faces and negative attitudes that were clearly evident in their actions, they separated. Sam and Caine wandering to opposite sides of the room, Sam with Astrid, Edilio one chair behind him, and Caine with Diana, who looked just about peeved about it being a Monday as the rest of them did. Quinn seemed to be trying to figure out whether he should sit with Lana or with Sam and Astrid, and eventually decided on the latter, as he was terribly awkward around her. Drake, as usual, sat at the back left corner of the room, on his own.

Penny stomped in, nearly late as usual, and the look on Drake's face said that she might be the bitch he decided to slap. They'd never liked each other; they were too much alike. Caine noted that a different girl, a ginger Asian, seemed to sit closer to Drake than anyone else did.

The teacher started rambling on, and Sam's desk seemed to be getting closer to Astrid's by the minute. Drake was actually conscious for once, and he seemed to be writing something; whether it was the schoolwork or a song, Caine couldn't tell.

"And here you use the Pythagorean theorem in order to- Sam move your desk back to its original position- to find the hypotenuse of the triangle." Their teacher narrowed his eyes at Sam, who did what he was told with a grunt. Caine was staring at Diana as she took notes, a bored expression on her face. Edilio was playing table football with himself. He found enjoyment out of it, for some unknown reason. That is, until he missed and the crumpled up piece of paper flew across the room. Edilio twitched.

A few moments later, class was interrupted by a crash. The students all turned to look at the disruption.

"Alright," Mr. Shinx had been saying. "I want you to try it out for yoursel - Sam, why are you on the floor?" His eyes were lowered to where Sam lay, sprawled out under his desk, which had tipped over on top of him. He did nothing but blink in response; it was evident to everyone that he'd tried to scooch next to Astrid again.

Drake snickered under his breath, and Edilio couldn't help but laugh. Astrid's face was bright red.

"You could at least be discreet about it." Astrid hissed as she worked out the given problem in mere seconds.

"Astrid. I don't even know what that means." Sam said, struggling to pick himself off the floor.

"Of course you don't." She responded, clapping a palm over her face.

"Mr. Temple," the teacher called, "please switch seats with Miss Ladris. Maybe then you'll be able to focus on your work."

Sam looked displeased, but he and Diana did as they were told. He grumbled under his breath as he worked.

"Hey," Caine whispered to him, "some of us are actually trying to do the work, so do us a favor and stop talking to yourself."

"Yeah, uh huh," Sam answered, glancing at the sheet of paper on Caine's desk, "Funny, I don't recall being assigned to draw Diana in her birthday suit..."

The teacher looked up from his desk, his alarmed eyes resting on Caine as he hastily shoved the drawing into his desk.

"Shut up," he growled, and then bent over the assignment.

Sam chuckled at Caine's obvious discomfort, although he was still mildly bitter about his seat being moved. He scribbled on a loose-leaf sheet of paper, aiming for Quinn but hitting Diana instead. She shot him a glare that he thought only Drake could produce and shot him the finger. He scoffed and pointed to Quinn. Diana understood, although all she did was pick up the sheet of paper and rip it in half, flashing a sweet smile at Sam. Caine laughed.

"Shut up Caine." Sam said, angling his eyes back down at his paper.

Drake, who didn't want to miss out on the fun of throwing things at other people, took one of the drumsticks that he always kept on him and hurled it at the back of Edilio's head.

"Concho!" Edilio swore in Spanish.

"Screw you," Drake answered."

The bell finally rung after forty-five minutes of agonizingly dull algebra. Drake was the first out of his seat, unceremoniously throwing his notebook into his backpack and calling for Edilio to give his drumstick back, who threw it back with a murderous look in his eyes, still rubbing the back of his head with his free hand. "Puta." He cursed at Drake, hoping he didn't know what that meant.

"...Uh... Pato." Drake responded. Edilio just laughed as he exited the room.

Caine left the room next. He wandered through the hallway to his locker; he saw Drake nearby, talking to the girl who'd sat kind of near him in class. Drake was making a circle with his thumb and index finger, and pushing his drumstick through it, his eyebrows moving suggestively. The girl was staring at him blankly.

Caine blinked and went back to getting books for his next class.

Sam came bouncing out of the room after Astrid. "Astrid! What's the problem?"

He sounded pretty desperate, over what, Caine wasn't sure, nor did he care. He hadn't seen Diana in the hallway yet, so he kept staring blankly at her locker door.

"I won't. Do. Your homework. For you." Astrid hissed.

"But you said you will if I pay you." Sam smirked.

"Well I changed my mind." She said and turned from him, heading in an opposite direction from him, leaving him scratching his head in front of her locker.

Drake seemed pretty interested in this argument, for some reason. He quickly scribbled something down on his arm and walked toward his next class.

Caine and Drake had history next; they kept a fair distance between them as they settled into their seats. Sam had science, where he sat behind a girl with blond hair who always wore too-tight clothes. He never minded, because in his mind the girl was someone else. Quinn and Edilio had art class, and Astrid had AP biology. No one really knew what Diana had; she'd refused to share her schedule with any of them, since she'd gotten sick of Caine stalking her the previous year.

Caine noticed Drake scribbling down words that had nothing to do with the French Revolution. He quickly snatched the paper out from under Drake's pen, looking over the paper.

"Jenny" was scribbled at the top in quotation marks; Caine read it over, realizing it was the song he'd asked Drake to write.

He could still remember Drake's face when he was asked to write a love song. It wasn't a face he could forget easily, considering he'd never seen anything like it.

"...Man did you really just rhyme fences with defenses?" He whispered.

"What the fuck else was I supposed to rhyme it with?" Drake hissed angrily, furious that Caine had taken the sheet of paper from him.

"Well," Caine answered. He was quiet for a moment, since Drake had a point, and then he answered, "You could have used a different word instead of 'fences'." He sighed. "Do I have to write it FOR you?"

Meanwhile, in art class, Quinn and Edilio were trying to deal with the difficult situation that had come up when they'd been making collages and had found their arms super-glued together. "Stop pulling," Edilio hissed. "Are you trying to rip the Honduran out of my skin or something?"

Sam on the other hand, was actually paying attention in science.

They were on the reproduction unit.

Needless to say Sam rose his hand at every question.

Astrid was scribbling down notes in her AP class, her mouth pressed in a straight line. This was the only class that she no longer raised her hand in, ever since her teacher had called her a smart ass before.

Quinn and Edilio were uncomfortable shifting in their seats as their art teacher, who had rather voluptuous curves, bent in between them and tried to un-stick them.

"Sam," his teacher said with a sigh, "please, stop flipping ahead to the Female Reproductive System unit. We aren't learning that until next week. And stop grinning."

Drake and Caine argued back and forth about things that rhymed with fences. "No, Drake, deception does not rhyme with fences."

"It so does. You're in denial." Drake retorted.

A few periods later, at lunch, everyone was already tired of the school day.

"I just don't understand," Sam was telling Quinn, "why the school doesn't have a surfing team. It could be a school sport."

Quinn nodded mournfully, but Caine snorted. "Because, Sam, it'd be awfully hard to transport an ocean into the school gym."

Drake laughed. "That would be amusing. Especially if you guys ended up being bitten by a shark." He said, calmly taking a sip from his soda.

Astrid and Diana showed up, taking their seats next to Sam and Caine, although Astrid and Sam began immediate PDA, Diana just made witty retorts to anything Caine said to her. Drake, Edilio and Quinn said nothing.

Meanwhile, Drake seemed to have his eyes on the redhead Asian, who was sitting across the lunchroom. He began making obscene gestures with his drumstick, and while everyone else simply stared Sam looked almost inspired.

Drake stopped once a teacher began glaring at him, and Caine stifled a laugh. "So," he said, "is that the infamous 'Jenny'?"

"I have no idea what you're talking about." Drake straightened up and folded his hands on the table. "Who is this Jenny of which you speak?" He raised an eyebrow questioningly.

"Jenny," Caine repeated, "as in, the Jenny who inspired you to come up with the amazing rhyme of "fences" and "defenses." Maybe I should go ask her if she's seen the song yet?"

Sam was extremely confused. "Wait what. Fences doesn't rhyme with defenses." He scratched his head. Caine threw an empty soda can at him without taking his gaze off Drake's irritated expression.

"Listen," Drake said, "you asked me to write a song, I'm writing it. Stop giving me shit about it."

Caine shrugged. "Fine with me."

He went back to working on a drawing. After a few minutes, Diana peeked at what it was. Her eyes got big, and she reached over and tore it up.

"How did you know I have a birthmark there?" She asked, mildly creeped out.

Caine shrugged. "Not my fault you sleep naked."

Diana looked disgusted with Caine, more than usual. She quickly stood up. "And there's no Jenny in this school by the way." She said as she sauntered away from the table. Astrid coughed awkwardly.

Drake nodded, but Caine shrugged. "I'm sure you used an alias for her. And I WILL find out who that redhead is. She's got to be some kind of wrong if she's caught the attention of our little Drakey." With that, he stood up and threw away the remainder of his lunch, presumably going after Diana.

Drake hissed under his breath. "There's nothing wrong with her." He looked away from the rest of them.

The table fell silent for a while before Edilio snickered. "Drake's in loveeee." At this Sam almost fell out of his chair.

: "That's certainly saying something," Astrid mumbled at Drake, "coming from you." She put a hand on Sam's arm to stop him from falling.

Quinn started humming under his breath. "Always, I wanna be with you, and make believe with you, and live in harmony, harmony..."

Drake shot a glare at Astrid and threw an apple that Caine had left behind at Quinn's head, who yelped in response.

"You didn't have to do that, jerkwad." Quinn glared.

"Don't make me shoot you." Drake responded. Quinn shut up after that, not wanting to die of bullet wounds.

The bell rang, signaling the end of lunch. Everyone groaned, not wanting to have to learn things again, as they threw their lunches away and headed towards their next class.

The rest of the day passed without a hitch, nothing particularly amusing or awful happened, unfortunately for Drake, as he had hoped he'd get to slap Penny today. Turns out she had gone home early because she'd fallen down the stairs. Drake was pretty upset that he'd missed that. On the bright side he had a pretty good seat in his last period English class, which made the class almost bearable.

Because in front of him sat a certain redhead, who happened to enjoy low-rise jeans. He sat back and enjoyed the view.

Sam and Caine, meanwhile, had biology together. Today, their teacher was discussing genetics, and common traits among older and younger siblings.

"Younger siblings," their teacher stated, "feel as if they are weaker and therefore not taken seriously." Caine snorted. "They're also persistent and used to getting their way."

"Sounds like you," Sam whispered with a laugh.

"Older siblings," Ms. Azurill continued, "are generally spoiled. They also may become resentful towards his or her younger sibling." At this, Caine grinned triumphantly.

Quinn and Edilio on the other hand had Gym, which was awful because Mr. Nidoran had the class running twenty-five laps around the courtyard, which

was about the size of three fourths of a football field.

Drake was resisting throwing his pack of pencils at Ms. Raikou for only calling on him to answer questions about Shakespeare and his uninteresting literature. He could tell the rest of the class was holding in their laughter for the sake of not being murdered. The nerd on his left failed at that, which earned him a kick in the shin.

Astrid had music class, which she despised because she sounded like a hungry cat when she tried to sing. It was the only class she'd ever ditched, only once, when they'd all had to perform solos.

At last, the school day ended. When the bell rang, everyone practically flew out of the building, eager to get the Monday behind them.

"Hey Caine." Drake called after him as he left the building. "You better buy me that drum set." He smirked as he walked in a separate direction back to his house. Caine sighed; pulling out his wallet and checking for the address of the shop they had bought all their instruments from.

"He better not set up on my emotional side again." He mumbled as he exited school grounds.