R-U Ready 2 Reunite!?

"Can't believe it's been 10 years since we last saw everyone here in one place," I said to Reggie as he and I move pass several of our old high school classmates who were currently drinking their hearts out.

"I know right!" Reggie replied, a bit eager to get this over with. "Can't say I miss every single one of them but at least, there's a few I do."

"Yeah," I agreed. "Let's go find our old crew before we lost ourselves in this frat part of the party."

Reggie and I searched around the house, looking for two certain individuals: Tomas and Ursa. Both of whom who were willing to go to this highschool reunion party for us.

Ever since we graduated, Reggie and I have been inseparable, especially considering we have been roommates for so long. I mean sure we both had some hardship along the way but somehow we made it through good times and bad ones. Reginald has been my number one man since freshman year of our old high school, so it was just natural we become roommates from the get-go. He's such an inspiring person who works day and night to make a living as an entrepreneur for homemade and organic protein shakes. Meanwhile I am just a simple forklift driver who is pretty content with that and nothing else. I know I ain't much to talk about but Reggie is definitely the life of the party.

"SAM!" someone shouts my name, yet I can remember who's voice it was even though it has been so long since I heard from her (minus the voice messages we have relying back and forth). It was no other than Ursa, part of our beloved crew! We called ourselves: Crew R-U. A play of words to Cool (or Cruel) Are You? The lot of us are also big fans of Yoda and Star Wars

Back in the days of highschool, we used to make all kinds of cover videos. From 80's to Pop to alternative, we were pretty flexible with our music. Reggie, a tall athletic black man, used to play the guitar. As for me, I have been a mixed baby for all my life, and I used to kill the bass, Tomas meanwhile was a short Latino who would slay the drums while Ursa, the only white female of the group back then, was the vocals plus the keyboard.

We were such a diverse group of highly gifted individuals who also happen to be the most popular band in our highschool. I still remember the three of them in our freshman class together for Music in Films & Gaming.

I was completely anxious at first but Reggie along with Tomas and Ursa welcome me in with open arms. Anytime I was with them, I could love the love and acceptance from each of them are we grew older and eventually went out separate ways, excluding me and Reggie of course. The two of us were as thick of thieves. Feels like it was yesterday but here we are a decade later.

I tap Reggie's shoulder, signaling him that his old highschool sweetheart was over there by the massive windows where the chairs were. She was located at a fancy reading room with variety of books to go around up on the shelves. The little nerd in me really wanted to look through all of them but for now, I must socialize first, especially since it's been a hot minute since I last saw Ursa.

We made our way to her as our fourth was nowhere to be found that even Reggie asks: "Where's Tomas?" He hugged Ursa while doing so.

She replied while hugging him back: "He said he'll be on his way shortly. He just got done returning from the ballpark. By the way Sam, nice brouse! It looks so good on you, gurl!"

"Haha, thanks. That's a beautiful sundress you have yourself," I blushed right now but continue on my thought process. "Oh yeah, I forgot he had one earlier today. Which team did his team go up against again?" I asked this time while hugging Ursa. I know a lot about baseball myself. Just not the minor leagues compared to the majors of course.

"The fluttery is all your's. To be honest, I quite forgot. We might want to ask him ourselves." Typical Ursa. She wasn't a big fan of sports in the get-go anyways.

"Will do," I say with a wave of my hand. "I still can't believe he's made it to the Minor League."

"You and me both fam!" cheered Reggie. "Who knows maybe he'll go pro and make it to the Major Leagues!"

"That would be something," noted Ursa. "Imagine all of us getting free tickets to a game."

"Yeah, hopefully Ursa might understand it better when it's front of her" enters Tomas with sarcasm attitude along with his #9 Buffalo Bison jerseys still on him. He is their best shortstop his team has ever seen. Tomas was even MVP throughout his minor league baseball game, making this his fourth year in a row. His batting average is outstanding and he's called "Touchbase" as a nickname for a reason, considering he always stole base.

"Btw, it was the Durham Bulls," he noted as he hugged each and every one of us with his embrace.

"Oh nice," I said, "Was it home or away?"

"Home. Took awhile to get here but I have finally made it. Took a nap along the way."

"Did your team win?" asked Ursa.

"We sure did. It was a crunch though. 6-5. I was lucky enough to get a home run for the team."

"That's impressive. I'm sure we'll be seeing that coverage later," Ursa noted.

"Oh honey, they already have the coverage," added Tomas. "Here, take a look at your boy." Tomas proceeds to show us the coverage where it was literally tied 5-5. His was 3-2 at the bottom of the 9th inning. As the pitcher from the Durham Bulls team release the ball, Tomas effortlessly made a home run, winning his Buffalo Bisons a impressive 15 winning streak!

"Such a pro, not to mention a show off," Reggie sarcastically goes after watching such a performance on the phone.

"Hey, now, I learned from the best, Mr. Runningback." Tomas points out.

"Point taken," responded Reggie. "I haven't done that type of running in a long time though."

"What made you quit?" Tomas asked.

"You see-"

"Well, look what we have here!? It's the R-U Crewly Smelly Crew! About time you all showed up," enters the host of the party, aka the dirty blonde jock of our old highschool: Kevtin...our latest favorite person, especially to me, since he always give me wedgies and swirlies. Thinking back just gives me the Hippie-Jeebies. I really hate that guy.