"Alfred, hurry up," Matthew urged, hairdryer in hand. "We can't be late!"

"I'm hurrying!" Alfred yelled back. He buttoned the white shirt until the last three buttons were remaining. He looked around his cluttered room. Where were his- "Mattie! Where are my glasses?"

Alfred heard a small sigh from outside his door. Matthew entered the messy space and, upon seeing Alfred, sighed once more. "It's on your head."

"Oh," Alfred moved the glasses down to sit on the bridge of his nose.

Alfred and Matthew stared at each other before grabbing at each other's clothes and hair. "Okay," the two said simultaneously. "This isn't going to work."

Matthew grabbed the ends of Alfred's shirt sleeves and rolled them up to his elbows. He also used the hairdryer to blow Alfred's bangs into a messy tuck on top of his head. The wind caused Alfred to close his eyes.

Alfred, in return, grabbed at the cuffs of Matthew's shirt sleeves and buttoned them before folding twice. He then grabbed at a comb and straightened Matthew's hair as much as he could. He couldn't do much; Matthew had naturally wavy hair. Well, they were wavy compared to Alfred's hair.

"You're stupid curl won't get into place," Alfred groaned.

"Same," said Matthew. He checked the watch on his wrist. "Agh! Maple!"

"Again with the catchph-" Alfred mumbled.

"We're behind schedule!" Matthew grabbed Alfred's wrist and ran out the house.

Alfred jumped into his car, and Matthew ran to the passenger seat. "Bet I can get there on time!" he said with a grin.

"I bet on my life..." Matthew sighed. "Don't kill us."

Alfred started the engine, then his grin faltered. He turned to Matthew with hesitation. "Do we have to?" He made the most pathetic attempt at a puppy face.

"Alfred," Matthew whispered, biting his lip. How could he convince his brother to do this? There was only one way. "Think of the girls."

Alfred's breath hitched. He knew what his brother's true intentions were, but he didn't want to shame his heroic status. And... what his brother said completely got to him. "Think of..." Alfred gulped, "the girls?"

Matthew nodded. Alfred quickly drove out of the driveway. Their thoughts were similar, but they both knew that they could get this over with. This was the only way they could get out of the mess they started. We can do this. We can do this.

We will do this.

We have to do this.

"..."

"..."

"How will this help anything?" the older boy asked the younger.

"Shh..." The younger held his index finger on the older's lips. "This will help your immense social anxiety by converting the anxiety into extroverted energy."

"But-"

"Just listen to your introverted thoughts," the younger whispered. "What do they want?"

"They want my fourteen year old brother to stop touching me, actually," the older mumbled.

"Find the source of your shy exterior," the younger brother put both of his hands on his older brother's shoulders. "Now break it."

"What?" the older brother asked.

"Quiet, my brother." The younger brother closed his eyes. "The shattering of your social inexperience requires silence."

"That's pretty contradicting," the older brother sighed. "I have to stay silent in order to break my shy personality?"

"Contradiction leads to doubt, and doubt leads to confusion." The younger brother shook his brother's shoulders gently. "Thus, a spark of curious personality to find the true answer is born out of confusion."

"Leon..." The older brother sighed. "I have to get ready for the newbie..."

"Oliver!" Leon stood up from his seat like lightning. "You need to focus!"

"Hey!" A man with blond hair tied back in a ponytail peeked his head in the doorway of the break room. "I think they are here, already, mon petit olivier!"

"Finally!" Oliver stood from his chair. He was about to walk out the break room when Leon stopped him.

"Oliver!" Leon screamed. "Whatever you do don't scare them!"

"If anything," the man outside the break room muttered, "they'll scare him."

"AND," Leon shook his brother's shoulders, "DON'T AVERT YOUR GAZE! DON'T STUTTER WHEN YOU TALK TO THEM! REMEMBER THAT YOU ARE THEIR BOSS! YOU ARE SUPERIOR TO THEM! MAKE THEM FEAR YOU!"

Oliver jumped in shock and confusion. "Y- You just contradicted your other statement!" Oliver sputtered. "Do I scare them or not?! I'm confused!"

"YOU MUST ACT FEARLESS!" Leon's bright eyes bore into his older brother's dark eyes. "YOU MUST NOT LET THEM PUSH YOU TO YOUR LIMITS! REMEMBER TO NOT EXPECT TO MUCH FROM THEM! ALSO, DO NOT FORGET THAT THESE ARE TEENS! THEY COULD SCARE YOU WITH THEIR MENACING DEMEANOR! DON'T FORGET TO TAKE RISKS, BREAK YOUR LIMITS!"

Oliver turned to the other man in the doorway, tears forming in his dark chocolate eyes. "What am I supposed to do?!" he blubbered.

Another man, this one had brown hair with a curl falling out of place, appeared with a stack of papers in hand. "Hey, Leon did you tell Oliver that both of them don't have experience in this position of work? These two have no experience in work at all!"

Leon raised a brow. "Uh, that's something Oliver is supposed to ask them, actually."

"T- Two?" Everyone glanced towards Oliver's face. His eyes were brimming with tears. "Th- there are t- two?"

"Ollie, that's something you're supposed to know before the interview." Leon sighed with exhaustion.

"How am I suppose to do this?" Oliver sniffed. "I can't talk to two people at the same time!" His tears fell to his cheeks and his palms started wiping them away.

"Come on, Oliver, it should be fine," the man with blond hair said with a reassuring smile.

"Ahhhhh!" Oliver completely broke down. He curled into a small ball in the middle of the break room. He tucked his face in between his chest and legs. His entire body shivered from the social anxiety.

"Come on..." The man with brown hair mumbled and took a long stick next to the door and started poking Oliver. "Unless you want me to hit you with this, you will go on with the interview." The man added another comment in his head. He sighed, knowing that if he actually said it Oliver would cry even more.

"Leave me alone to die..." Oliver wailed. "Leave me alone..."

Oh, no. Oliver started his "leave me alone" mantra again. The man with brown hair snapped.

"LISTEN HERE, YOU TOMATO-LOATHING BAS-"

Crashing came from outside the room. It didn't belong to anyone dealing with Oliver right now. It was due to the fact that someone was yelling at the brown-haired man to stop swearing at work or they would lose face. Another crash came; this one because of their shocked reaction to the yelling man screaming in his ear. Once more a crash became, and many voices could be heard screaming at the one who caused it. "Just because everyone else dropped their stuff means you can do it on purpose, too!"

Before the man could finish his statement, the man with blond hair covered his mouth with his hand. "Don't say that or he'll cry even more!"

The angry man waved the long stick in his hand, trying to hit Oliver with it. Fortunately, Leon had restricted the man's arm movement, and the angered man could only wave the stick weakly.

Oliver looked up from his helpless state. He saw the two men and his brother screaming and cursing at each other. He could hear the commotion coming from outside the break room. "Guys..."

Alfred and Matthew stared at the clock in the car. 7:27

"Well, we're three minutes early," Alfred said, "so how 'bout we just head home for now."

"Alfred! We promised!" Matthew looked at his brother. "Don't bail three minutes before our interview!"

"We might as well take a short nap before we go in!" Alfred pathetically suggested. "Or we could go get that new video game! It's selling at the game shop thirty minutes from here!"

Matthew looked at his brother. He furrowed his brows a little and pouted. He made sure to tilt his head down and look up to his brother. "Al..." he whined.

Alfred gasped. "How come you can still do that? I can't even get the eyes right!"

"Al!" Matthew threw his hands on Alfred's shoulders. "You promised! I promised! We both promised!" He shook his brother as if doing so could make Alfred barf out an appropriate response.

"...Fine," Alfred responded. "After all, I'm the hero of the day."

Matthew smiled and so did Alfred. They exited the car and walked up to the building. This was the building that would completely change them or break them. Hopefully, it wouldn't be the latter.

Oliver stood, trembling at the door of the building. The new workers would either help his situation or make it worse.

Hopefully, he thought, it's not the latter.

How was it? I hope you liked it! Please review your thoughts and suggestions! I hope I do well with this fanfic! :)

Your possible thoughts: Wait... but there's a ROMANCE tag. Are you saying that there will be fluff and romance and ships in here?

Of course! I'm not going to lie about my own story! But I won't be telling you what ships are in here... (hehehe) This will mostly be for entertainment, though. That means I'm more focused on making you guys laugh and smile more than pleasing you with written kisses. I hope I can be funny, though...