Posh Kids (Gen. 4)

Nash

"So, yeah. I am alright El," said Maddox, as Eleanor patted his bandaged head.

"Hello," said a boy, walking into the classroom. He wore a satchel similar to mine, and he flung it around the chair in front of me. The shy, timid boy from the party last night took a seat next to him.

"Top of the morning to you, Nate," I said, tipping an imaginary hat.

"And the rest of the day is yours," said Reid, a bit too enthusiastically. Mr. Douglas walked in, and placed his stuff on the desk, and leaped to the front of the classroom.

"Ok, class. We are starting the first unit in filmmaking. Making a film!" exclaimed Mr. Douglas. "So, pick your groups, and select what type of film you will be making together."

"Nash! Come over here!" yelled Maddox. Harper, Harrison, and Matty were already surrounded by his desk, and seemed to be deep in about what they wanted to do.

"I say animal documentary. That way, I can get some footage of two praying mantis doing it," said Harper, drumming his fingers on his desk.

"Maybe Mr. Douglas doesn't want nudity in this film," said Harrison, raising an eyebrow.

"Aw, come on. Everything is better with nudity!" exclaimed Harper.

"I have an idea that doesn't involve nudity. How about a mockumentary?" I suggested, staring into everyone's eyes simultaneously.

"What?" chirped Maddox.

"A mockumentary. We make fun of something that a bunch of people, specifically fangirls, revere."

"What's this mockumentary going to be about?" asked Matty.

"The boy band phenomenon. We can track the stereotypical rise to fame with a song. The only difference between them and us is that we are pop punk," I said.

"Pop punk as fuck?" asked Harper. I nodded.

"Whoa! I have the film description in my brain. If pop punk could punk pop, you'd have All Time Low. If pop punk could pop punk, you'd have The Reclusive Rejects!" said Matty.

"Who are the Reclusive Rejects?" asked Maddox.

"Us. We are the next big boy band," I said, putting quotations around big boy band.

"Ok, so do we change our names?" asked Harrison.

"No. Our names are cool enough. We need to act and dress differently, you know."

"What do you mean, Nash? I look hella awesome like this," said Harper, fanning his hands around himself.

"Mate, we or specifically you, can't act like fuckboys. Fuckboys aren't cool," said Matty.

"Enlighten me on this. What is a fuckboy?" I asked, confused about this conversation.

"A fuckboy claims to fuck with things, when in fact, the only thing he has fucked with is his test scores," said Harrison.

"You mean Harper?" chimed in Maddox.

"No. Harper may seem like a bragger, but what he says is what he does," said Harrison.

"Ok, guys. Are we all in? Mockumentary?" I asked, smirking. Harrison and Matty nodded, while Harper and Maddox pumped their fists in the air. Everything was settled.