A/N: I would simply like to clearly state, that I am not promoting any of the practices in my story, I'm not against homosexuality, and that some events are based on a true story. Happy reading.
High school orientation sucked. It was boring. It was pointless. It was sad. Just sad.
It was waking up, after two months of summer, at an ungodly hour. Your arse none-gently-hauled off the bed by your "father". Before you are stripped and thrown into the freezing-cold shower.
It was a cruel and unusual punishment.
Matthew hated it.
Alfred hated it.
Arthur couldn't care less.
And that's why the twins found themselves balefully glaring at the proud institution before them. Red-bricked buildings surrounded by lush, well-manicured lawns, filled with bright, well-manicured students.
Matthew and Alfred shared a look.
The clock tower belted out a low, almost mournful, melody. Class was beginning.
Oh, yeah. This was going to be so much fun.
The Kirkland family had moved into town just a few weeks ago. They didn't know anybody, including the members of their so-called "family". Matthew grew up with their father, Alfred grew up with their mother, and Arthur was just brought along for the ride. The Brit was apparently a close family friend of both parents. And when dearest daddykins got a raise along with a higher ranking job, and mumsy sweetest got married to some stuck-up asshole, the twins got dumped unto Arthur.
Not officially, of course. Technically, they were simply on an extended vacation. An extended vacation that required starting over in some backwater suburb barely a speck on the map.
...
It was all very complicated.
Matthew and Alfred were, in all essence, strangers. Their parents having fallen out of communication long ago. And yet here they were, facing a new school alone-together.
It get kept getting better and better.
"Shall we go in?" Matthew, barely fourteen, all arms and legs, suggested softly.
"Che. Arthur would skin us alive if we played hooky on the first day." Alfred, only a few hours younger, more toned and tanned, huffed angrily.
"We?"
Alfred gave Matthew a once over. "Oh yeah, you're a goody-two-shoes."
Matthew narrowed his eyes. "And you're what? A rebel? You couldn't even spike all of your hair! Just one stupid strand!"
"Says you! You're not even gay enough to get a complete perm! You just curled one strand!"
"I'M NOT GAY!" Matthew screamed.
A few bystanders shot them strange looks.
Matthew flushed a brilliant red, suddenly finding the ground fascinating, simply fascinating. "Let's just go."
"Whatever." Alfred replied flippantly, walking away. "Faggot."
"Douche bag." Matthew rebutted, not missing a beat.
Yeah. This was going to be a great year.