Best Fiends

Chapter 1

*Author's Note: Hi everyone sorry to keep you all waiting but here's your first chapter for this story. Again, since it's in Human AU they'll all have different names. So, for this chapter if you forget, Jerome is Jerry, Steven is Spike, Tyler is Tyke and Noah is Nibbles. Enjoy! :)

It was a busy day here at the New York Times Papers, where 24 year old Jerome Rodriguez, who is the head writer of the industry, is on his way to his boss's office in a rush with freshly printed out drafts in his hands.

"Mr. Rodriguez! Where's that article story that you've promised me?" A booming voice shouted out with his fists punched onto the desk in impatience.

"Coming sir!" Jerome calls out as he quickly arrives to his boss's office and slams down the drafts on top of the desk in a sweating pant.

"H...here they are, Mr. Rogers" Jerome said as his boss calmly picks them up neatly in one hand and quietly reads the story thoroughly.

Jerome then intensely watches his boss expressions as he winces at the sight of an oncoming glare towards his direction and waits for the explosion to take place.

"What's this?! A brochure for the next dream vacation? No! I want a story, not an advertisement! This is bogus! A waste of my time!" Steven said while throwing the paper drafts at him in a rage.

Mr. Steven Rogers is the owner of Jerome's company and while he may look like a tough mean boss at times, to Jerome, he can also be surprisedly chill and full of fun when you're able to win his approval and get your front cover, worthy articles written in on time.

He just needed to find the right stories to come along is way.

"Sir, that's all I have." Jerome insisted while picking up the papers off the floor.

The story that he had originally wrote in the drafts, was supposed to be about an new exhibition in the town's museum that was taking place on a ceremonial night, to which he was able to attend at and take note of.

But from the irritated look on his boss's face, that plan seemed to be a bust.

"I don't care if it takes you another two weeks to rewrite this junk. You either write me a decent story or it'll cost ya a trip back to the obituaries, you got that?!" Steven yelled as Jerome tries to say something until a sudden knock on the door interrupts him.

"Uh dad?" A familiar voice asked as he peered his head around the door to see if it's okay to enter the office room, but obviously he walked up at a very troubling moment.

"What is it now?!" Steven yelled as he turns his head over to see that it was only his son and quickly changes his expression.

"Oh sorry. Whatcha got for me, son?" Steven asked in a more gentle tone as 18 year old Tyler Roger enters the room in his typical blue suit and tie attire.

Tyler Rogers is the boss's son and the next one in line to inherit the bustling company.

Even though he's very efficient and hardworking as it is, he still has a lot to learn about his father's place and only comes once in a while to help manage it, in case his father has somewhere that he needs to be.

"I just wanted to go on ahead and hand you over some of the statements that have just come in from the police over that missing politician case you were talking about some time ago. I hope I didn't caught you at a bad time or anything." Tyler said apologetic while handing over a file with the typed up papers in it.

"Not at all, son. See Jerome, you could learn a lot from my boy here. He's a real trooper. Aren't you, Tyler?" Steven asked, excitedly while Jerome rolled his eyes over his boss's sudden change in attitude.