Lovino looked at himself in the mirror as he combed his hair, giving an irritated groan as a strand of hair seemed to insist on falling into a curl at the side of his head, seeming to defy all laws of physics as it stood up all by itself. He looked at the clock and saw that he was running late. Cursing, he put the brush down and went into the hallway to go into his brother's room across from his. He pounded on the door but there was no response; he was probably still asleep, the lazy idiot. After waiting for a moment he just went in and groaned as he saw his brother still in bed, just as he expected. Doesn't he own a fucking clock? Lovino really didn't have the time for this shit.

"Dammit Feliciano, get the hell up. We're going to be late." He all but shouted. Immediately, Feliciano shot up and screamed.

"No, I'm sorry I didn't mean to! Please don't hurt me, I'm just a fragile boy and I-"

"Will you just shut the fuck up already!" Lovino cut his brother off. It took Feliciano a moment to register his surroundings, but then he smiled happily, shaking off his dream-world and entering the real one.

"Oh, good morning fratello~" He chirped as Lovino restrained himself from smacking the oblivious boy.

"Feli! You have to get your ass in gear and get ready! Class starts at 7:30!" He yelled desperately, tapping his foot, impatient. Feliciano looked at him questionably as though not understanding, but then his eyes widened and smiled even brighter than before.

"Oh right! It's the first day of school, right?" He asked happily.

"Yes,that's why you need to get your ass out of bed, now." He emphasized the last part, shoving his brother off the bed. Feliciano giggled as he fell and got back up quickly putting his clothes on, wearing baggy clothes. Lovino looked at him, disgusted at his brother's choice of clothing. Really, he chose to wear Bluefly?Didn't he have any self-respect?

"What the hell do you think you'rewearing?" Feliciano looked at him curiously, looking down at himself worriedly.

"Clothes Grandpa Roma bought me..." He said softly

"I see that, it's from last school year, you are notwearing that! You'll make us look bad!" He yelled as he went to his brother's closet to find something decent to wear. Hm, maybe that purple shirt…no, purple would clash with Feliciano's hair, maybe the yellow tank top? Lovino continued pulling clothes out and Feliciano tried to stop him.

"But, Lovino..."

"No 'buts'! Grandpa Roma would have a fit if he saw you wearing that!" He continued rummaging through the clothes.

After about 10 minutes of shouting, mainly coming from Lovino, they were both properly dressed and ready to leave. Once they were down the stairs, Lovino ran to the kitchen to grab his car keys. But, as luck would have it, he was stopped by his grandfather, just before he walked out the door.

"G'morning Lovino…" His grandfather said tiredly, swiping a hand down the side of his face in hopes to rub out all the sleep. Lovino scoffed; a lot of good that did his grandpa.

"Morning..." He said,warily.

"I hope you don't plan on wearing that to school Lovino..." Lovino could tell it was an order, and not a mere observation, as his Grandpa read thepaper and mindlessly stirred his coffee. Lovino stiffened.

"Um..I was..." Ohshitohshitohshitohshit!

"Lovino..." Roma sighed. Great, now he was definitely going to be late.

"How many times have I told you about those white shoes? They don't go with black jeans. They match your denim ones better." He rubbed his temple, clearly aggravated.

"Sorry grandpa...I'll go change them..." He said quietly, his hands fidgeting.

"Oh and Lovino...why don't you wear that black fedora I bought you last week? It would go well with your red shirt." He said with a tired smile. Lovino simply nodded and went to change his shoes and grabbed the fedora. He jogged downstairs and stopped at the mirror triple checking himself. He wore the fedora his grandfather requested, which went really well with his red dress shirt and black vest with the sleeves rolled up. Other than the annoying curl that still stayed suspended in the air, he looked perfect.

'The way I'm supposed to be...'He thought, a grim smile placing itself upon his face.

He walked outside and down the driveway, toward his BMW. He unlocked the door and he got in, Feliciano in the passenger seat. As soon as he is in, Feliciano handed him a muffin. He takes it and bites at it absently, backing out and beginning to drive down the street. He hums, the taste of blueberry on his tongue- ugh. The outside looked wonderful, but the inside was all mushed up.

Just like my life...

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"Oi, Antonio!"

Antonio scowled as his name was called for probably the 30th time that morning. He buried his face into his pillow, groaning; he hadn't gotten near enough sleep last night to deal with this…

"Leave me alone, madre." He said roughly through the pillow. (1)"No estes chingando"

He felt a hard smack on his head and he moaned.

"I'm not fuckin' with you. Get up and get ready for school." She left the room directly after, mumbling, and slammed the door. Antonio soon went back to sleep, but only briefly. He soon felt ice cold water on him and he shot up, shivering and dripping wet.

(1)"Culero!" He shouted. His mother is standing there with an empty pitcher in her hands, and a smirk on her face. Antonio got up and ran his fingers through his brown, curly hair, gathering the liquid that resided in it and flicked it at her. It got onto her uniform and she mocked hurt.

"Oh, Antonio, after all I've done for you..." She placed her hand on her uniformed chest dramatically. Antonio laughed and began putting his clothes on.

"Yea, Ma. A little water is so awful! That's why you poured it on your only son." He chuckled as he put his jeans on and shirt. His mother laughed and headed out the room.

"You best hurry and get your Spanish ass out here and eat your breakfast! You need to be ready for your senior year!" She called out to him from the kitchen. Antonio sighed and put on his leather jacket with the Spanish flag on the sleeve. He grabbed his red bandana and took a deep breath before putting it on his head. He walked into the kitchen and sat down to eat his cereal. Noticing the bandana, his mother sighed and continued making her coffee. He paused in his eating and got up, grabbing his back pack.

"I'm going now, Mama." He called out behind him. She watched him leave, concern evident in her eyes.

"Antonio!" She called after him. He stopped by the door and stood there.

"Yes..?" He sighed. She got up and hugged him tightly.

"Ten cuidado, hijo mío.." She whispered. Antonio hugged her back, smiling bemusedly.

"Si, Mama..." He let her go and went outside onto his motorcycle. As he went out, he saw some people who knew what he was. They were all part of the same group, throwing up their gang signs.

The Latino Bloods...

He flashed the same sign to them and groaned inwardly. He was one of the most feared, but best, guys of the gang. Despite being Spanish and not Mexican, he had proven himself more than worthy of being in the gang. Not that he had much of a choice though.

For the sake of protecting his mother, he did what he had to.

As he revved up his motorcycle, a girl with long, flowing brown hair came up to him.

"Hey Antonio." Said Rosa, Antonio's neighbor and ex-girlfriend.

"Hey Rosa." He said dryly. She gave him her best seductive smile but it no longer had an effect on him. He used to be madly in love with her, until she had proven to be nothing but a plaything for the boys in the Blood.

"Ya think you can give me a ride?" She asked, placing her hand on his arm softly. He grunted in agreement and she hops on the motorcycle and deliberately places her hands on his thighs while pressing against his back. He ignored it and started to the school, trying to focus on starting senior year, which was difficult, seeing as how his future after graduation will be just as fucked up as his past.

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(1)"Don't fuck with me." or something similar to that.

"Be careful, my son."