Now! Hola, me again. I hope to get some reviews for this but if not, oh well *sigh*. Anyways, story time :)

Chucks POV

The contineous beeping of the alarm wakes me. Time for another school, when will it stop?

Anyways, hey, i'm Chuck, Chuck Bartowski. Son of Mary and Stephen and sister to the one and only Ellie. Designated nerd and do i care, no. I'm an average guy. 17 years old. I run. Play video games. The usual. However, i am...going to take a shower now.

I drag my body from the bed and stumble towards the shower. Sleep still clouds my vision so obviously, i bump into things. Eventually i make it. Getting unchanged i spot myself in the mirror. I may be pale and lanky but i have to say, my body is pretty good. Thank you running!

Enough with the admiring, i climb into the warm spray. I welcome it. The powerful beating against my skin as drops of water pummel my skin at high speeds. It is one of the best feelings. After 5 minutes, shampooing, washing, all that yaddy yadda, i feel more awake. Climbing out i grab the towel and begin to dry. The towel glides effortlessly, erasing any form of water from my skin. Next, i move onto my hair. Brown, curly hair. I inherited it from my father, i also got my Bartowski grin from him aswell.

However, the brown eyes and the agility, i got from my mum. Suddenly, i stand up tall and start running back to my room, i grab my clothes and scramble to get changed. You want to know the reason for my rushing? Breakfast, Bacon, eggs, you name it. Everything is there. Hey, don't judge, i'm a guy, i love food. Thanks to my good metabolism, i don't gain anything.

I take a quick glance at the mirror, making sure everything was right. Everything was. I start walking quickly towards the source of my affection.

"Chuck, breakfast, now!"

"Okay, thank you, this looks great Mum."

"What can you say? I am a good cook." She answers.

I chuckle before saying "Trust me, the whole neighbourhood probably knows that, considering you cooked all of them a massive barbeque when we got here."

"Well, i needed to set a good image." And with that, she turns back to her cooking. I grin at her.

After savouring that delicious feast in front of me, i grab my bag, kiss my mums cheek and head off to school.

Exiting the house, the nerves begin. That twisting feeling you get when you are nervous about something. I begin to muse about the good things of moving here, hoping to weaken the butterflies.

"Chuck!" A voice shouts, breaking me from my stupor. I turn my head and watch as my new buddy, Morgan, walks up to me. He isn't that bad besides from the hyperness and the obsession with my sister when she came down for a break from medical school. I had to tell him that she has a boyfriend and could probably kill him with one of her Ellie glares. A shiver runs down my spine just thinking about it.

"Hey Morgan. How are you?"

"I'm good man. You looking forward to your first day?"

"No." I answer back bluntly making him chuckle.

"Don't worry, not all of them will be as bad as you think. Actually, do you want to hang out with me and my friends later at lunch?.

"Yeah, i'll like that. Thanks."

"No problem."

The next ten minutes are spent talking about the new COD game that is coming out. The ten minutes after are spent talking about halo. He turns suddenly and i glance up.

"We're here,Chuck."

"I can see that." Sarcasm laced my tone.

"Anyways, lets go get you sorted."

"Kay, thanks man." We then head off towards the reception.