Background: The recess gang is entering their senior year of high school. They're still close as every. T.J and Spinelli have been dating since their freshmen year of high school.

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"Man, I can't believe it…" seventeen-year old T.J. Detwiller said, leaning back against the tree trunk behind him. "We're finally going to be seniors tomorrow. We'll be the kings of the school!"

"And queens, thank you," Spinelli reminded him.

"Fine, and queens," T.J. said, putting his arm around her.

"Yeah, no one else calling the shots around there," Gus said happily, playing with a few blades of glass absentmindedly.

"And seniors always get the staring roles in all the school plays!" Mikey added excitedly.

"And coach is always favoring the seniors on the team," Vince pointed out, straigtening his old basketball jersey.

"And we'll have to start applying to college soon," Gretchen said.

The other five stared at her.

"Wow, Gretch, way to kill the mood," Vince said.

"Yeah, I thought we agreed no 'C' word until school at least started," T.J. said. "You're a day early!"

"Sorry, but aren't you guys just a little excited?" Gretchen asked. "I mean, college is a whole new chapter in our lives! We can experience all sorts of things that we've never been exposed to before!"

"Yeah, and for those of us who don't have our entire lives planned out like you, it's terrifying," Spinelli said.

"I don't have my whole life planned out," Gretchen defended.

"Let's see," T.J. said, rolling his eyes. "Your top schools are Harvard, Princeton, Dartmouth, MIT, Cal Tech, and Duke."

"You want to double major in physics and biology," Gus continued.

"And get minors in sociology and psychology," Spinelli added. "So just in case your planes on winning the noble prize in some sciencey category don't work out, you can know enough about people and their problems to get the peace award."

"You want to have a secure internship by this time next month, preferably in a lab with one of your top-five current scientist idols," Vince said.

"And you want to have your first job as a researcher working on curing diseases by using nearly every branch of science by the time you are twenty-two," Mikey finished.

"Well fine, when you say it like that," Gretchen mumbled.

"You know guys, maybe Gretch is right," Vince said. "College is always supposed to be more fun than high school. We'll have more intense football games, more freedom, parties…"

"A bigger stage to perform on!" Mikey said.

"Yeah, that is true," Spinelli nodded.

"At least you guys will get all of that," Gus muttered miserably.

"You still haven't talked to your dad about not wanting to go into the army?" T.J. asked softly.

"How am I supposed to?" Gus asked. "Every time I even bring up the subject, he just starts going on about how proud he is that his son will be carrying on his name on the front line like him."

"But Gus, you can't go if you won't be happy there," Mikey said.

"Yeah, Gus, it's your decision, not his, no matter how hard it is for him to accept," Gretchen nodded.

"Thanks guys," Gus sighed. "I didn't mean to bring you all down…let's focus on being seniors again; it's going to be the best!"

"Yeah it will," Vince agreed, obviously sensing that Gus wanted to drop the subject.

"After twelve torture-filled years, it will all finally be coming to an end," Spinelli grinned.

"It's what we've been dreaming of for years," T.J. said. "But hey, we still have one more day of summer left!"

"It's almost over though," Gus pointed out, looking up at the darkening sky.

"So? We can still make it count, can't we?" T.J. asked, jumping to his feet. "What do you say we do this old school style?"

"You didn't just say that," Spinelli said, shaking her head.

"What did you have in mind?" Mikey asked.

"We head back to my place and have ourselves a camp out," T.J. said. "Hotdogs, s'mores, the whole nine yards."

"I could go for that," Vince said.

"Yes, a memory-filled night under summer's stars," Mikey said dramatically.

"Count me in," Gretchen nodded.

"And me!" Gus said.

"Yeah, that doesn't sound too bad," Spinelli smiled at her boyfriend.

"Good, then it's settled," T.J. said. "Now let's go have the best last-night of summer of our lives!"