I'll be honest, I've never been too good with these sorts of things, but the Doc said that it'd be good for me, so I'll try my best.

I was born to two loving parents, both of which worked in a profession that I'm not particularly all too fond of. They were both hunters, and I understand just how important that is, but honestly, it made for a pretty lonely childhood. Sure, I had my sisters, but they paid about as much attention to me as a cat would with a mouse. They played with me for a while, but as soon as I became boring, they shooed me away. The only thing that really balanced that out was the occasional trips to my Grandpa's place.

You see, Gramps ran this old scrapyard where you could find just about anything if you looked hard enough. Gramps, as a bit of a hobby, liked tinkering around with Car parts and things like that, and because Grandpa was the only person that paid consistent attention to me, I sort of got into it. Alright, that's a bit of a lie, I got really into it. I got so into it that Gramps and I sat down and built a piece of shit car together. Granted, it's a piece of shit, but it's a piece of shit that Gramps and I built together, and that's all that matters.

That all happened when I was… fourteen, I think? I don't know, time passed by a little too fast for me. What I do remember, however, is the fact that the person who taught me how to man up was Gramps, not my own father. Hell, Gramps was more of a dad to me than my own father was, but I can't really hold it against him.

Gramps taught me the whole shebang, stand tall, be confident, speak with some conviction, and take bullshit from no one. Granted, Gramps' virtues stem from a different time, but it's not like that really matters when they've worked for me this far, er, almost.

But yeah, a year ago, Gramps got sick with something and couldn't really afford to keep the Scrapyard going and handed it off to one of his subordinates. He's currently living with the rest of the family, unfortunately, but what can you do?

As I look up at the page that I'm scribbling my thoughts on to, I notice that I've reached my quota for the day, and with that, I put the cap back onto my pen and close this little notebook in front of me. I let out a sigh as I lean back into my chair, "Ugh, why does the Doc make me do this? I'm perfectly stable as is, maybe it's everyone else that's unstable, hmph." I let out a huff as I cross my arms, I mean, I know the reasons that the Good Doctor gives me about my "anger issues", I just don't believe them though.

I push myself away from my desk and stand up, doing a little bit of a stretch, and walk away from my desk, I could really do with a bite to eat. However, just as I start to make my way out of my room and towards my kitchen, I can feel my scroll start to vibrate in my pocket. "Oh come on! I just want food!"

With a sigh, I pull out my scroll and, without looking at the caller I.D, answer, "Hello, you've reached Jaune Arc, I'm not at the phone right now, leave a message and fuck off." I say, deadpan as can be.

I can hear the sound of someone letting out a breath, sounding somewhat peeved, well good, I was in the middle of something. "Haha, you're absolutely hilarious." I can hear the voice of a friend of mine ring through.

"What the hell, how'd you know I was real, Ren?" I asked, no seriously, I'm genuinely curious.

I hear my school friend let out a sigh, "Jaune, I've heard your voicemail a hundred times by now, I can tell when it's you and when it's not." I hear him say, sounding slightly miffed, and I feel a shiver crawl up my spine.

"Dude, that's kind of creepy."

"It would be less creepy if you would pick up my calls when I called you."

"...Agree to disagree?"

I hear Ren let out one last sigh, "Sure. So, what are you doing at this moment?" I hear Ren ask, and I can already tell what's happening, but sure, I'll play along.

I shrug, not that he can see it, "Nothing new, just hanging out in my apartment, why do you ask?" I ask, trying to just get to the point at this rate.

I hear him let out a hum of amusement, "Do you feel like coming out with Nora and I to get some Lunch?" I hear Ren ask, how the hell does he do that?! How does he know when I'm trying to get lunch?!

I cough into my hand, regaining a bit of my composure, "Yeah, sure thing, I'll swing by Beacon and pick you guys up. Anything in particular that we're getting?" Please don't say pancakes, please don't say pancakes.

"Oh you know, just pancakes." Fuck.

I suppress the urge to sigh as my shoulders slump, now don't get me wrong, Pancakes are great, but they get old when you eat them every other day. "Right, well let me go ahead and get changed and I'll be there in…" I look up at the clock on my wall, the hands on it tell me that it's 11:45, "Roughly twenty minutes."

I can hear Ren on the other side say, "Alright, Nora and I will be waiting. And Jaune?"

"Yes~?"

"No speeding." Goddammit, why does he always have to ruin my fun?

"Alright, alright, spoil sport. Welp, I'll see you in twenty minutes." I say, and with that, I end the call. No, I did not just want to have the last word, you're delusional.

With that, I close my scroll and shove it back into my pocket, now then, what should I wear for Lunch? As I walk back into my room, I make my way over to my drawer, and pull it open, and notice something a little annoying.

"...I forgot to fold my clothes yesterday." I say quietly to no one in particular, how did I forget to fold my clothes yesterday after doing Laundry? I let out a sigh, I've only got myself to blame for that, I'll pick up when I get home.

I, at random, draw a shirt from my drawer, grabs a new pair of jeans, and drape them over my shoulder. "Alright, now comes the hard part." I mumble to myself.

I make my way over to my closet, almost stumbling over a shirt on the ground, okay, now how the fuck did that get there? I quickly bend over and pick it up and toss it into a corner, I'm in a bit of a rush right now, I'll get it later. With that, I open up my closet, and in front of me sits several hoodies. Do I want a zip-up hoodie, or a Over-the-head hoodie?

And even then, I've got to think about color scheme. I need something that'll match my blue jeans, so… Maybe my white zip-up hoodie? I grab my white zip-up off of its hanger and hold it in front of me, nothing particularly special about it or anything, just a plain hoodie.

I put my index finger and chin against my chin as I stare at the hoodie I'm holding up, "Yeah, this will work." With that, I quickly throw off my shorts and t-shirt and throw on my new set of clothes, and then throw on a bit of deodorant and some cologne, mostly because who wants to go out smelling ripe and rancid?

Alright, I've got fresh clothes, my scroll. Now then, where's my wallet? I quickly scan my room as I pat my pockets, and see that my wallet is just on my nightstand. I let out a chuckle as I walk over to my nightstand and stuff my wallet into my other pocket.

Okay, now that that's all done with, I guess I can get going. I make my way out of my room and close the door behind me, walking out into the living room/kitchen area. Thankfully, the rest of my apartment is much cleaner than my room, but that's because I don't really plan on showing anyone my room, so it's kind of whatever to me.

I make my way towards the actual door of my apartment, and grab my keys off of the little hook next to the door, and I open the door to my apartment and close it behind me, locking it with my keys and shoving my keys into my pocket. With that, I take a deep breath, and make my way to the stairs to get to the lobby.

So, after a bit of walking, I make my way to the stairs and start making my way down, nothing too complicated, I mean, it'll always be easier than walking up stairs. As I make my way down the empty stairway, I can hear the sounds of my footsteps reverberate around the stairwell.

Now, at the bottom of the stairwell, I push open the door and make my way out into, you guessed it, another hallway. But this one leads to the Lobby, so no harm no foul. So, I make my way through the hallway, passing people as they make their way to their rooms and what not, and I finally manage to make it to the Lobby.

I let out a bit of a breath, "Man, I've really gotta learn to walk around more often, might save me a pretty penny on fuel too." I mutter to myself as I walk through the lobby, making my way to the door leading to the outside.

I almost end up bumping into this guy in a suit, but I manage to step back in time, and I rub the back of my head, a bit embarrassed, "Sorry, didn't mean to almost run into you there." I say, I'm just glad I didn't bump into the guy. I see the fellow dust off his long white coat and straight a little bowler hat that rested neatly on top of his head, and is he wearing guy-liner? Man, fashion is getting stranger and stranger every year.

I can hear the man clear his throat as he covers his mouth with his fist, "No harm done, kiddo. Say, do you know where room 203 is?" I can hear him ask, almost politely, but for some reason I don't feel like he's really asking, you know?

I shove my hands into my hoodie pockets, more out of self-comfort than anything, "Ah, yeah, it should be… I think a floor above us, close to the stairs?" I say, slightly uncertain, but it's around here somewhere, so I'm probably not that far off.

I can hear the man let out a hum as he reaches into his pocket with one hand as reaches for my hand with the other, I am extremely uncomfortable right now. As he grabs my right hand from out of my pocket, and places a 100 dollar lien into my hand, what?! "Thanks for the tip, kid. Go get yourself something nice. Oh, and by the way…" I hear him say, before he starts to walk past me, stopping by my shoulder, "You might want to get lost for a couple of hours And do yourself the favor of forgetting this whole thing." I can hear the man say in a low, yet menacing voice, and I can feel a shiver go up my spine.

My eyes widen, I quickly nod and shove the 100 lien into my pocket, and as I do that, I can see the man smirk, "Well Kid, at least you're smart. Now, go on, shoo." I hear him say with the wave of a hand, and with that, I quite seriously fuck off as fast as I can without looking weird. I fast walk my way to the door, and the second I reach the door, I push it open, and rush to my car. Okay, fuck that, I'm gonna go pick up Ren and Nora now and forget that little exchange ever happened, it's none of my business anyway.

After roughly two minutes of cruising around Vale, taking the long route to Beacon, I start to feel a bit more at ease, the sound of the engine being this strange raspy sound that I've grown so used to. As I cruise through the streets, my window rolled down ever so slightly, I let out a sigh, "Man, that was… that was really shady. Like, just who the hell was that guy?" I ask myself, but it doesn't really matter. At the end of the day, all that matters is that I can keep going.

As I drive through the streets of Vale, I notice that plenty of people are walking around the streets, visiting stores and heading to work, all that fun jazz. All in all, Vale's a nice place, but there ain't no place like home, back at Gramps' garage. Speaking of Gramps, I've got to give him a call soon.

After a nice, relaxing little drive, I notice that I'm now closer to Beacon than I was roughly twenty minutes ago, and as I start making my way towards Beacon, I can see a certain Mistrali friend of mine, along with his 'not-together-together' friend, Nora sitting on a wooden bench, not all too far from the beginning of Beacon's campus. I chuckle to myself at the memory of when I first asked about their friendship, it's a moment that I'll keep near and dear, mostly because of how stupid that argument was.

As I drive a little closer to them, I slowly ease into the brake and park next to the curb closest to them, rolling down the passenger side window. "What's up, losers?" I ask jokingly as I unlock my car for them to get in.

I watch as Nora, being Nora, bolts up from the bench and rushes to the passenger side of the car, "Dibs on shotgun!" I can hear her yell, oh okay, just gonna ignore me now? With that, I lock the doors again, and see her pull at the handle. "Jauney, open the car door, I'm starving!" I can hear Nora yell, almost groaning it all out.

I turn my head away from her, "Not until you answer my question, so I'll say it again. What's up, Losers?" I ask, this time just trying to be a bit of an ass. It's one of my charms, knowing when I'm being an asshole.

I can hear Nora groan as she leans backwards, almost falling if it weren't for the fact that Ren was standing behind her, "Jauney, we're doing great, now let us in! Or I'll break your stupid car door!" I can hear her threaten, oh ho ho, you do not want to try that, my dearest Nora. I will break you.

I glare at her out of the side of my eye, "You break it, you pay for it." I state, and believe me, she will pay for it. But I know she probably didn't mean anything by it, so I'll let it go. With that said, I unlock the doors to my car and watch as Nora almost rushes into the passenger seat, except for the fact that Ren taps her on the shoulder first.

"Nora, wouldn't it be better for me to get into the back first?" I can hear Ren ask, almost as though he's trying to convince her than anything. I can see Nora place a finger on her chin, only for her to shrug. So, with that, Ren hops into the back of my car first, with Nora jumping in Passenger.

I cough into my hand, clearing my throat, "Alright, so the plan's to go out and grab some pancakes, right? There's nothing else you guys want to do? Nothing at all?" I ask, mostly prodding to see if they're free for the next few hours because, well, I just don't want to be at home right now, because that fellow in the white suit with the ginger hair made me… uncomfortable.

I can hear Nora let out a hum, "Well~, we do have classes in a few hours, but it's just Grimm Anatomy, so we could just-"

"No Nora, we're not going to skip class so that you can just eat Pancakes for the next few hours." I can hear Ren cut Nora off.

I let out a groan, "Boo, party pooper." I say, a little sad that I couldn't convince my friends to toss aside an education that will get them killed for a little bit of fun on the town. Wow, now I'm sad for a whole different reason. I shake my head, trying to forget what I just thought.

I can hear Ren let out a sigh, "Jaune, Nora and I can't skip class today, we're reviewing for exams today, we have to be there." I can hear Ren say in a relaxed tone. It really messes with me as for how he can stay calm all the time.

I can see Nora lean back in her car seat, letting out a sigh, "But Renny, we can review for the exams when we get back to Beacon, besides, we've already got all the notes. What'll one day gone do to us?" I can hear Nora ask rhetorically, yes! She's on the side of fun!

I turn around in my seat and look at Ren, "I mean, I've got nothing to do all day, so it's all sort of whatever to me. Besides…" I say, reaching into my pocket, pulling out the 100 Lien from my pocket, "That would give me a chance to treat you guys to some good food." I say, following it with a chuckle. I may have only known these two for roughly a month or two, but I really appreciate them. I mean, I guy like me doesn't have a lot of friends, so I treat the ones I do have the best I can.

I can Ren and Nora's eyes widen, Nora's in delight, and Ren's in shock, "Jaune, I can't accept that. Isn't your rent due soon?" I can hear Ren ask, and at that, I jokingly scoff.

"Come on now Ren, I may be a little strapped for cash, but I'm not so strapped that I can't afford to pay for rent. Also, you really need to learn to accept a gift when someone offers it, it's one of your minor flaws, my man." I say, wagging my finger in front of my face.

I watch as Ren looks at the 100 lien in my hand, and then back at Nora, and he repeats this process a few times, before letting out a sigh, "Alright, if you're so sure, we'll let you treat us to Lunch, and, if I can get in touch with a friend of ours, we might not have to go to class… maybe." I can hear him say, obviously uncomfortable with the notion of skipping class, well, if he keeps hanging out with me, he'll get used to it.

A thought dawned on me, and I can hear Nora kind of sperging out in her seat, thinking of all sorts of good food, but more importantly, "Am I a bad influence on you guys?" I ask.

"An abysmally terrible influence, yes." I can hear Ren say.

"Oh yeah, you're a bad influence, but this does not make you a bad influence." I can hear Nora say, I don't even know what that means, but I'll take that as a compliment.

I let out a chuckle as I pressed in the clutch and shifted the old 5-speed into first, "Alright, we're going to a pancake place, right? How about Benny's?" I ask, to which I get a near immediate response out of her.

As drive back onto the road and start taking us to some place that would feed us, I can hear Nora make some sound of disgust, "Benny's? But everything in that place tastes like egg! Why not go somewhere with the highest quality pancakes, IBOP?" I can hear her ask.

I let out a chuckle as I make a turn, "Alright then, IBOP it is."

After a short drive, Ren, Nora and I finally made it to the IBOP, I parked my car somewhere close to the door, and we walked inside and were taken to a booth to sit. Nora, being Nora, pulled Ren into the booth with her, with her taking the more interior bit of it. Me, I took a seat on the other side of the booth. Nora ended up ordering every one of us an order of classic pancakes, nothing special. But for a while, Ren and Nora had just had a back and forth conversation, discussing if it was really wise on ditching class for today.

I let out a bit of a chuckle as I pull out my scroll, checking the time, "You know, if you two hadn't informed me when we first met, I still would have thought you two had a thing for each other." I say calmly, flipping through apps on my scroll, trying to kill some time until our food gets here.

I see them both turn to me, looking at me inquisitively, "Jauney, come on, I don't see Ren like that, he's like a big brother to me, always trying to make me look after myself." I hear, to which I immediately suck air through my teeth, oh that's painful to hear.

"Nora, you've got to be careful when you say stuff like that, you'll hurt a guy's feelings doing that some day." I say as I set my scroll on the table, this is a serious conversation.

I watch as Nora would tilt her head, kind of like a confused puppy, "Wait, what did I do?" I hear her ask.

At that, I let out a sigh, "Nothing, just… forget I said anything." I say calmly, I forget that Nora's not quick to pick up on that sort of thing. You see, Nora's the kind of girl who's quick to make friends with anyone, but the second someone wants to be more than friends, she doesn't notice it and it just kind of goes off course. At least, that's what I've sort of pieced together, what with her interactions with Ren. Then again, Ren hasn't shown that much interest either.

I close my eyes as I bring a hand to my chin, letting out a low hum, I mean, I know Ren and Nora aren't together and all, but there's got to be something between them. Wait, what am I saying, it's not like it's any of my business anyway.

As I contemplate whether or not I should bother trying to decipher the truth behind Ren and Nora's friendship, I can hear Nora ask, "So Jaune, when's the next big ra-" Only for her mouth to be covered by Ren's hand.

"What Nora means to ask is, when is your next job?" I can hear Ren ask, and he slowly removes his hand from Nora's mouth.

I use the table to prop up my elbow and put my hand against my cheek, "You know, I still haven't gotten a text from work. Why, do you guys plan on showing up to my workplace?" I ask with a quirked brow.

I can see Nora's grin widen a bit, "You betcha we plan on showing up, Mama needs a new pair of boots!" I hear Nora say.

"Nora, we're going to Jaune's workplace to show our support, not to bet money on him." I hear Ren state, nearly deadpanning.

"Oh come on Ren, I am supporting Jauney. I mean, if I didn't believe in him, I wouldn't put money on him." I hear her say, and at that I chuckle.

"You know, she does have a point Ren. She wouldn't put money on me if she didn't think I could do it. But uh, between you and me, I wouldn't put money on me." I say, covering the side of my mouth with my hand. Now, I'm not saying that I can't win, I just don't want to share.

I can hear Nora snicker as she waves my comment aside, "Yeah right, and leave you to be the only one to make their worth? I don't think so, buster."

"Nora don't, we need that money for food." I can hear Ren say, almost pleading.

"But Ren, we'll be able to get as much food as we want when Jauney wins!" I hear Nora retort.

I furrow my brows in concern, "Nora, please don't put your financial well-being in my hands like that. I don't need that kind of stress."

At that, I hear Nora laugh, "Come on guys, it was just me messing with you. Even I wouldn't bet all of our money on you, Jauney." And at that, Ren and I collective let out a sigh of relief, "Just most of it."

I raise a brow as I look over to Ren, "So uh, don't let Nora spend any money, the last thing I want is for her to go without food for a week."

However, as Ren was about to say something, I can hear my scroll buzz against the table. I let out a hum as I pick up my scroll, and see that I've received a text. And who it's from is even funnier.

"Hey, you guys were asking when my next job is, right? Well, turns out it's on Saturday, but it's just going to be a mellow day. Nothing super exciting." I say with a chuckle, just a little meetup, nothing crazy.

I can see Nora grab Ren's shoulder, and she just starts shaking him, "Renny! We've got nothing to do Saturday! Let's go!" I can hear her practically yell into his ear. Oh Ren, you poor, poor fool.

Despite being shaken thoroughly though, Ren doesn't seem all too phased, "But Nora, what about Pyrrha?" I can hear Ren ask, also, who?

I can see her hold eye contact with Ren for a solid ten seconds, her shaking stopping. "Ren, would you leave a six year old unattended when you're going out?" I can hear Nora ask, sounding serious.

"Nora, what does a six year old have to do with Pyrrha?"

"I'm just trying to make you understand what I'm talking about! If we bring Pyrrha with us, she might get out of her little slump!" I can hear Nora yell, and seriously, who the fuck is Pyrrha?

I let out a sigh and slump back into the booth, "Guys, I hate to be a spoil sport, but who the hell is Pyrrha?" I ask, and at this, Ren and Nora break eye contact to stare at me.

"Pyrrha is-" I hear Nora say before getting cut off.

"Is our dear teammate, I'm sure you two would get along." I can hear Ren say, okaaaaay, something's up.

"Uh huh, well you'll have to introduce me sometime, but for now, let's just enjoy the breakfast, WHENEVER IT GETS HERE!" I say that last part a little louder.

So, a couple of hours go by, Ren, Nora and I got our lovely breakfast, went out and caught a movie, you know, friend stuff. I ended up using more than that 100 lien I got earlier, and honestly, it doesn't really bother me all that much.

I hum to myself as I'm driving back to my little apartment, just cruising through quiet streets of Night Time Vale. Out of the corner of my eye, as I drive, I can see the lights from street lamps flicker past as I cruise by, a strange feeling of serenity washing over me. The pitch black sky being contrasted by the sight of the broken moon above. Funny, it almost feels like I'm all alone.

This is the best part about Night time driving, the feeling of just being alone with me and my thoughts. I stifle a yawn as I turn a corner, revealing the apartment complex that I stay in. Just a few more minutes, then I can crash. Not the car though, just me.

I let out a chuckle as I drag a hand down my face, "Man, I must be really out of it if I'm here in my car talking to myself." I say, and lightly slap myself to keep myself awake.

As I pull into the parking lot, I coast into my usual spot with the clutch pushed in and pull on the handbrake. You know, I could honestly just sleep in my car if I wanted to, but I shouldn't, it gets really fucking cold at night.

With a sigh, I shut off my car and take the keys out of the ignition and stuff them in my pocket. "You know, today's been pretty good to me, it felt nice." I mutter to myself as I open the driver side door and lock both it and the other door with the press of a button.

With that, I step out of my car, close the door, and shove my hands into my hoodie pockets as I stumble my sleep deprived ass through the parking lot and into the apartment complex.

And so, I quietly make my way through the lobby, trying not to bother anyone that could still be working, my way to the stairwell that I came through earlier, and I start making my way up the stairs.

Now at the floor that I want to be in, I stumble my way through the halls in search of my apartment, which is isn't actually all too hard to find, since it's not too far from the stairwell to begin with. After my finding my door, I rummage through my pocket and fish out my keys, stick the key to my apartment into the lock, turn, and open my door, revealing to me that my apartment is just as I left it.

I let out a sigh as I close the door behind me and stick my keys on a hook next to the door, "Home, sweet home." I mutter to myself as I unzip my hoodie and head over to the kitchen area.

I pull out one of the wooden chairs next to the kitchen table, and I take my hoodie off and put it on the back of the chair. With that done, I collapse into the chair and yawn loudly. "No, I can't sleep, not yet." I mutter to myself as I slap myself lightly.

I fish my scroll out of my pocket, and dial a number. As I hold my scroll up to my ear, the sound of ringing being all that I can hear, until I hear a clicking sound come from my scroll, and here a hoarse voice say, "Hello?"

I let out a chuckle, "Heya Gramps."

Alright Gamers, that's going to be it for now. Let me know what your thoughts are about this little chapter. You know the whole schtick by now, review, follow, favorite, all that fun shit. Oh, and thanks to my fucking Brochacho Luzifer for helping out so much with helping me plan out the story and write the doc, you're a real champ. Okay that's it, now get the hell outta here you beautiful bastards.