"No, Chris, I don't care if the Colts are playing. I can't come out tonight, I have school in the morning." I snickered as I stood over my passed out twin brother. The boy slept like a fucking rock, I swear. With a smirk, I snatched the pillow off the other side of his bed and smacked him in the head. He grunted and flailed as he fell of the bed in a heap. I erupted with laughter, doubling over as he scrambled to pick himself up.
"Oh my god." I stuttered out between laughs and he scowled at me as he sat on the edge of his bed. "You're a fucking dick." He muttered bitterly.
"It's not my fault you sleep later than I do. Speaking of, get your ass up and showered. We have to leave in a half hour." I said with a smirk still in place as I left his room and went to my own. I stopped in front of my mirror, looking over my appearance, ruffling my hair as I did so. I had chosen skinny jeans and a band tee with my converse for my first day. Satisfied, I flopped into my desk chair and sighed as I looked at all of the boxes I still needed to unpack. Last week, our parents, Russell and Judy, up and moved us across the country from California for a better job for dear old dad. Don't get me wrong, our parents are great and they love us and support us but sometimes they can be such a pain in our asses. I missed my friends and I missed my band and I missed my team and I knew Sam missed his team. He was on the fast track to be the star quarterback at our old school and now he would be starting all over.
"Quinn!" I heard my mother call. With a heavy sigh, I stood and made my way downstairs, grabbing my book bag as I went and slinging it over my shoulder. It was only the first day of Junior year and my bag already felt like it weighed 30 pounds. I poked my head into the kitchen, finding my mother working on breakfast burritos. She had started making them when she realized that Sam never woke up with enough time to eat a real breakfast. I walked all the way into the kitchen and snatched a burrito from the plate and sat at the breakfast bar, letting my bag drop to the floor. "What's up mom?" I asked around a mouthful of food.
She rolled her eyes at my lack of manners and turned to face me. "I wish you wouldn't talk with food in your mouth." She sighed exasperatedly. I rolled my own eyes and swallowed my huge bite before speaking again. "Better?" She smiled. "Much. I wanted to talk to you about school." I raised my eyebrow at her. "I know you are upset we left California, but I want you to try and make friends and make the best of this." She said as she turned back to the burritos.
I rolled my eyes again. "I'll do my best mom." Which wasn't a lie but it also didn't mean I would be going out of my way for these people whom I didn't know. I generally kept to myself and a lot of people perceive me as an asshole, which I can be, but I'm not generally. I just don't like everyone knowing my business. She gave me a half smile over her shoulder before turning back to making breakfast.
It was at that moment that Sam walked into the kitchen, dressed in a white V-neck and jeans with his tennis shoes and letterman jacket from our old school. He grabbed his own burrito and shoved half of it in his mouth before opening the fridge and grabbing the smoothies our mom had made for us. Sam and I have the same face, the same frame but he was taller than me. Not really sure what happened there. He had more muscles than me because he needed to be bulkier for football. He had dyed his hair when we moved here, making it almost a bleach blonde color instead of our normal dirty blonde color. He never did tell me why he did that only that he wanted something different.
"Morning, Mom." He mumbled around the last of his bite of food. She reached up to ruffle his hair. "Good Morning Sam, but please don't talk with your mouth full." He nodded and swallowed before speaking again. "Where's dad?" Sam had always been closer to our father and I to our mother. Dad never quite understood soccer no matter how many games he went to. Football made it easier for him to talk to Sam. "He left for work already." Mom told him. Sam just grunted in response, not quite awake yet.
"Speaking of, we need to get going little brother." I said, looking at my phone. "You're only older by 3 minutes." He grumbled and grabbed another burrito and kissed our mother on the cheek. I stood and grabbed my own smoothie from him and another burrito before also kissing mom on the cheek. I pulled my book bag over my shoulder once more and followed Sam out to his car. I climbed into the passenger seat, putting my bag at my feet before turning to Sam. "You ready for this bro?" He sighed.
"I guess." The move had been extra hard on him and it showed. "I've got your back dude. Brothers for life." He flashed me a grin before turning the ignition and putting the car in reverse. He pulled out of the drive way and we sipped our smoothies as we made the short drive to school.
Ten minutes later we pulled into the parking lot and came to a stop. We both sighed and looked at each other before climbing out of the car and heading in the front door.
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