"I'm going to miss this place," Matthew confessed to his half-brother, Alfred. The pair were at their old school, but it was deserted because of the holidays. Memories were there everywhere they looked; Matthew could just see that poor girl being dress coded unfairly, those horrible school lunches, and the sports. It wasn't too bad for him, though. He had friends at lunch to sit with, even if they didn't notice him sometimes, and packed school lunches, so he didn't have to deal with the school's cheap lunches. But in two days, the half-brothers would be moving to a small yet modern town named Anderson in Australia to fulfil the rest of their education, and also because their parents didn't want Trump to win.
"Yeah," Alfred agreed. "But Australia's still a great place. We can make new friends," Matthew sighed anyway. His brother was always so optimistic, and it annoyed him sometimes.
"Alright Alfred, if you're so optimistic then what do you think will happen with your _boyfriend_?"
Alfred blushed before managing to sputter out, "He isn't my boyfriend! And what about yours?"
"At least I can admit that Lars is my boyfriend,"
"Shut up," The half-brothers fell into an awkward silence. After a while, Alfred spoke up. "But really, what will we do about them?"
All Matthew could say was that he didn't know.