A/N- Yesterday my friends Sarah & I had nothing to do so we made this fic. This chapter was written by me (Hailey). Enjoy! Um I own Regan... Sarah owns Destiny... yeah... everything else belongs to someone else.

Characters- Name-Regan Nickname- Reg/Vine Child Age- 15 Height- 5'6" Hair- Brown w/ black highlights/wears it in a bandana, down, or messy bun Eyes- Reddish-Brown Style- Skater-Punk Personality- Punk, hated preps, can't stand boy crazy lunatics, likes to skate and surf Piercings- all the way up left ear 3 in right ear belly button



Name-Destiny Nickname-Dessy Age-15 Height-5'6" Hair-light brown with light blonde highlights Eyes-green Style-skater Personality-hates preps, hates girls who likes ever guy that walks down the hall, likes to skate and surf Piercings-3 on both ears belly button



Summary- The Carlsons get two exchange students from Australia. What will happen when it turns out the exchange students can't stand Chloe and Riley?



Chapter 1 Foreign Exchange- Macy came running into the house in her usual perky way. Manuelo gave her his 'what is up with you' look. Macy sat at the counter,"We are getting two foreign exchange students tonight, we get to go pick them up from the airport."

Manuelo was now interested,"How many times have they been arrested?"

"None,"Macy laughed,"They're from Australia and they're the same age a Chloe and Riley."

"This should be great,"he said sarcastically.

Just then Chloe and Riley walked in, soon followed by Cammie and Larry.

"They even sent a tape,"Macy informed pulling a video tape from her purse,"Okay everyone sit around the TV."

Riley gave her mom an odd look,"Why?"

"We are going to be picking up two foreign exchange students at about 6 and their mom sent a video,"Macy put the tape into the VCR.

~The Video~ A woman in her 40s came onto the screne,"Hello I'm Mrs. HayGarth and my daughters are Regan and Destiny. They are twins, they have two older brothers Leon and Jesse who are at the beach with them surfing so I'll take you all down to the Aussie beaches and you can somewhat get to know them."

*At The Beach* Two girls who looked basically nothing alike and two guys. "Before you say oooo Leon and Jesse are so hott like most the teenage girls around here they are in their 20s so sod off!"the darker haired one said.

"I'm Destiny, that's Regan, and our two brothers Jesse and Leon,"the lighter haired one said,"Um, we're surfers and skaters, we live along the beach, and there isn't much to say."

*Back In The House* "Yeah I'm Regan and this is my room,"Regan said,"Most people call me Reg or Vine Child... kinda a story behind that... my cousin is the drummer for a band called The Vines and I usually hang out with him when he comes home,"the camera zooms in on a poster.

"Basically my room is covered in posters, the walls are like really dark blue or black, I have my laptop since we're all home schooled. My TV, DVD, VCR, my stereo. I like as far as music goes... gangster rap, punk, metal such as Say Yes, LIVE, Ozzy Osbourne, Kelly Osbourne, Benny Cassette, The Vines, The Hives, Cattillac Tah, Ja Rule, Injected, Stone Temple Pilots, 12 Stones, Adema and the list goes on and on, so basically that's it, now you can go see what kind of mess Destiny's room is."

*Destiny's Room* "Destiny here, my room is basically like Reg's only my walls are like light blue, but still are covered in posters, I've got basically the same stuff in here, only my taste in music is different, I like Nelly, Dream Street, Play, Linkin Park, Sum 41, Blink 182, St. Lunatics. Oh and we're twins... we're 15. Baiscally out lives revolve around surfing and skating. We like boys, but not like every guy that walks through the door. Our brothers like two gang up on us."

*End of Video* "So we'll see you at the airport,"Destiny waved and turned the camera to Regan,"Vine Child! Wave!"

Regan waved slightly.

~After The Video~ "They're cute,"Larry had a dumb grin on his face.

Riley slapped his arm,"They do seem nice enough."

"Two sets of twins I don't think I can take it,"Manuelo seemed as if he would have a nervous breakdown.