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"Okay, everyone ready?" confirmed Eli as he and his fellow Miyagi-Fangs sat in a local Mexican restaurant.

They were all holding envelope-sized packages in their nervous hands.

"Ready as I'll ever be," admitted Miguel, half-smiling.

"I still strongly believe that the administrators' choice to vary the size of these college acceptance and or refusal letters is quite selfish considering they've literally gone through exactly what we are," remarked Demetri, agitatedly.

"Pretty sure that's why they make it that way," commented Devon, rolling her eyes, sarcastically.

"Let's do it on the count of three?" suggested Sam, her eyes lingering on the envelope grasped in her hands.

Her demeanor definitely wasn't helping Eli's nerves, because if someone as confident as her was that nervous, he must have no chance.

"One, two, three," counted Miguel, slowly.

This is it. This is the moment I find out what my future holds.

Even just thinking those words made Eli's stomach turn backwards. It felt like yesterday that he and Demetri were playing dungeons and dragons in their bedrooms, laughing with one another.

Now, he had to prepare himself that it was very likely that one of them might not get into college, even less so, the same school.

But I need my Binary Brother, always.

"Oh my God! I got in!" exclaimed Sam, leaping out of her seat and into Miguel's open arms.

"That's awesome! I'm so proud of you," beamed Miguel, kissing his girlfriend on the cheek.

Eli really wished Moon was there with the gang too, but she had an environmental meeting so they'd agreed to meet up afterwards.

"Thanks, but what about you?" she asked Miguel, eagerly.

Their anxiety had quickly been replaced with excitement after the sight of Sam's acceptance, aside from Demetri who had a knack for always finding a reason to be a neurotic mess.

Miguel breathed a heavy breath before slowly opening the envelope. Eli could already tell the answer from his expression, though he waited for the words to be said before speaking.

"I didn't get in," stated Miguel, solemnly.

"It's okay, man. I'm sure you'll get it next time," encouraged Eli, patting his friend on the back.

Those words don't mean very much when I don't even believe I got in.

Sam sat back down quietly as she dropped the acceptance letter back onto the table, its corner barely avoiding the bubbling hot plate of cheesy nachos. She looked almost as devastated as Miguel himself. Everyone waited in silence for several seconds, trying to decide whether to continue or wait until later, for their friend's sake.

"It's okay, guys. I'll be fine, honestly," reassured Miguel, half-smiling.

He's taking this way better than I'm going to if I don't get in...

"Are you going next, Eli? You know, so we can leave the inevitable answer for the grand finale," commented Demetri, sighing loudly.

He shouldn't sell himself short so often because he really is awesome.

"You have a better chance than Mitch to get in, though that bar isn't very high," joked Devon.

Chris laughed, bumping shoulders with his friend, playfully.

"At least I'm not the one who can't get a girlfriend," retorted Mitch.

"When have you ever had a girlfriend?" questioned Eli, casually tossing a fry into his mouth.

The whole food catching thing had always been one of Eli's hidden talents which just so happened to be another reason Demetri was jealous of his friend's athletic prowess.

"Since last week! Didn't any of you see us holding hands during gym?!" explained Mitch, exasperatedly as he quickly pulled up a screenshot of him and a red-haired girl sitting on a park bench.

Woah, the world really has changed if Penis Breath can get a girlfriend.

"See, that's the problem. I'd have to be conscious long enough during gym to be able to notice your girlfriend, or anything else for that matter," replied Demetri.

Mitch just shrugged, most of them having known the feeling of being weak in class before.

I know I sure have felt it before.

"Let's just see yours," urged Devon, impatiently gesturing towards Eli.

"Okay, sure," said Eli, nervously as he carefully unwrapped the letter held within his right hand.

Demetri stood in front of him, being the most anxious of all to see if his best friend had gotten into their dream school.

"Dear Mr. Moskowitz, I would like to inform you," started Eli, his eyes crossing over each word with utmost intensity.

"C'mon, don't leave us in suspense," moaned Demetri, practically leaning over his friend's shoulder in order to read the rest of the letter himself.

"That you have officially been accepted into Yale!" finished Eli, estatically.

Shouts of congratulations (followed by several pats on the back and hugs) consumed Eli for the next several minutes, each one seeming happier than the last until Demetri pulled him into a hug.

"I knew you could do it," stated Demetri, excitedly.

"Yeah, well now we know for sure that you'll get in," reasoned Eli, smiling.

He felt so proud to know that all of his hard work had paid off the last few years.

Plus, it'll be a nice change of pace to be away from the whole waring dojos thing for a while, especially considering all I've done.

"How? If anything, wouldn't the signs point to the answer being no because only so many students can actually be accepted?" argued Demetri, confused.

"Maybe, but I think that the Binary Brothers are strong enough to overcome any odds," smirked Eli, happily.

"Your turn, Demetri," stated Sam, gently before handing him the envelope that currently lay on the table.

"Meat, Meat, Meat, Meat!" Shouted the crowd of expecting Miyagi-Fangs.

Meat was their shortened nickname for Demetri.

I used to think Hawk was ten times better, but now I honestly think it'd be nice to have a nickname that doesn't carry such a strong reputation. Though, the whole back tattoo thing never really gets old.

"Here goes nothing," said Demetri, opening the letter.

The room was filled with complete silence, Miguel and Sam both holding each other's hands for good luck.

"Did you get in?" asked Eli, no longer being able to contain his words.

"I got in!" cried Demetri, lifting up the letter proudly for all of the others to see.

"I knew you could do it!" exclaimed Eli, returning the favor of Demetri earlier and hugging his friend.

It's happening! We're actually going to be heading to the same college!

"Wait, if all of us have opened our letters, then what are these two?" questioned Devon, gesturing towards two folded up manila envelopes that were hidden underneath Demetri's overstuffed backpack.

"Didn't we all apply to the same schools?" thought Sam aloud as she scooped up the two letters.

They were addressed to Eli and Miguel, respectively.

But I only applied for two other schools, both of which Demetri and I got our letters from over two weeks ago.

Miguel seemed to be just as confused as Eli for neither of them had moved since the news was announced.

"Well, don't just stand there like a bunch of wimps. Open them!" urged Devon, shoving the letters in the men's hands.

They both opened the letters simultaneously, unbeknownst to what would be inside.

"You have been accepted into Stanford," read Miguel aloud, his face lighting up as he spoke.

Stanford was a college partially known for its activism and rights courses which was most likely why Miguel had applied, considering those things had always been so important to him.

"That's great, Miguel!" smiled Sam.

"I know! After opening the Yale letter, I got so worried," admitted Miguel as they shared a quick kiss with one another.

Eli didn't know why he'd gotten the letter, considering he'd never even applied to the school in the first place, yet something about it made him feel grateful.

"Well, I'm sure they're going to miss having you there," said Demetri, jokingly.

"Yeah, though everyone usually does," responded Eli, quietly as he stared down at the envelope.

You have the chance to go to Yale and to be with your best friend, so why do you have to make everything so complicated?!

"Sorry, but I have to head out for something with Sensei. You all good?" asked Miguel, though his gaze lingered several extra seconds on Sam.

"Of course, man. Great job on the acceptance," congratulated Eli.

"Thanks and same for you," smiled Miguel before heading out the door.

"I can already picture it, Eli. The two of us, studying the day away before heading out for a night on the town with our beautiful girlfriends," sighed Demetri, dreamily.

Eli just nodded, trying to hide his newfound confusion.

Am I actually considering leaving him?