To anyone who may be reading this and may find it familiar/similar to another story on this site:

This is a re-write of a set of stories that I had put up a few years ago. But in the past few years, my writing style has changed, and those stories were so full of grammar/continuity issues, so I am opting to rewrite them out. Once I have them started, I will be more than likely removing the old ones.

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Standing by the auditorium doors, Lovino stared at the front doors, scowling at anyone who would go by and give him a strange look. "What the hell is their problem?" He crossed his arms and returned his attention to the door, waiting for the other person to arrive. Seriously what is taking him so damn long? Ugh. Well that answered that question. Lovino rolled his eyes as his brother came through the door, talking with another person. Figures. Of course they would walk to school together. Lovino pulled the wallet out of his back pocket and held it out to Feliciano as the two approached, "Hey! Try not to forget this at home next time!"

"Oh! Yay, you brought my wallet with you!" Feliciano clapped his hands together and took the wallet, smiling happily, "Thanks~"

"How the hell did you leave before me and get here after me? If you're going to take so damn long, you could at least make sure you have your crap before you leave the house!" Lovino ignored the person Feliciano was walking with and stalked off towards his first class. Stupid airhead. Why do I have to be the responsible one?

It felt a little nice to be the person that his parents relied on, but even still! Lovino glowered at the space in front of him as he continued shoving his way through the crowded hallway. He could at least make an effort to remember! Lovino returned the glare that somebody else gave him when he bumped into them, "What? If you got a problem with being run into, then don't stand and hold a conversation in the middle of the damn hallway!"

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He gritted his teeth, trying to force himself to calm down somewhat while the teacher continued going over the powerpoint slides. No point in being so worked up all the time. Lovino opened his eyes and looked back at the display. Focus. Just focus on your schoolwork. Yeah right. Like he ever bothered focusing on the stupid lesson. Lovino rolled his eyes. Same pointless crap. Another pointless day. He drummed his fingers on top of his desk, staring out the window instead.

Maybe he could use this time to think of something else. Like what? Lovino frowned and looked down at his notebook. Somehow he doubted the teacher would appreciate a list of every place Lovino would rather be than here. He snickered to himself at the thought of what the expression would look like. Maybe I should try it just to find out. He glanced around at his classmates, but it seemed to be a mix of actual paying attention, and sleeping (or close to falling asleep). I wonder why he turns the lights out during a presentation like this… isn't that just asking for someone to fall asleep? Lovino spotted the teacher beginning to walk around the classroom, continuing with the lecture while heading towards some of the sleeping students. Oh they're going to get it. Lovino winced as the teacher slammed his hand down on the desk of an unsuspecting classmate.

"Must I constantly remind students that there is no sleeping in my class?"

Lovino opened one eye and snuck a glance over to that corner of the room. Geez. Somebody woke up on the wrong side of the bed today.

"The classroom is a place of learning, if you are not willing to learn then why do you even bother showing up to the class?!"

"Because we're required to, dumbass." Lovino snapped. He hadn't realized he'd said it aloud until a few of the students around him started snickering. Shit. Lovino quickly glanced out the window as the teacher stalked over to his side of the classroom. Now I went and did it.

"Who said that?"

Lovino winced at the tone on his voice. Okay, maybe I should use my notebook to remind myself not to voice my thoughts out loud. At least not in this class. He tapped his pencil idly on top of his notebook, rather surprised (and amused) that no one was telling on him.

"Somebody over has a rather interesting sense of humor."

More like somebody over here has a mouth he can't control. Lovino bit down on his lip before the comment could escape and watched as the teacher went back up to the front of the room.

"The world is place of learning!" The teacher snapped, shutting off his computer.

Here we go. Lovino slumped down in his chair, dropping his pencil on top of his notebook in defeat. Now they were all stuck listening to a long lecture. Ugh. Save me from this. He cast a glance up towards the ceiling. Somebody.

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Lovino dragged his feet down the hallway, feeling rather drained from the insanely long lecture that had taken up the rest of the class. Man that was insane. Definitely have to keep my comments to myself in that room. He looked over his shoulder, scanning the hall for the familiar face of his brother, but the other male was nowhere in sight. Funny. Normally I run into him at least once through this hallway. Lovino scowled and shook his head. At least this meant he didn't have to deal with the annoying questions of how his first class had gone.

Same question. Different day. Nothing ever changes. He looked to the left side of the hallway where a couple was arguing. Same couple arguing between first and second bell. How are they even together still? His eyes went to the right side of the hallway and spotted another male yelling at some people to quit staring at him. Same guy showing up late all the time. Lovino rolled his eyes and kept walking, ignoring the panic of the students closest to the yeller. Oh deal with it. If he was in a fighting mood, he would have knocked you all flat already.

He kept walking, turning around the corner to head for his next class. Same crap, different day. Why is it always the same? Everything is always the same. Lovino frowned. Maybe he should start writing down the usual schedule of things in his notebook. I can mark it down if something changes for once. Like when that couple will finally break up. Or when that other guy will actually show up on time. Lovino smirked to himself and looked down at the notebook in his hand.

"Lovino!"

He raised his head to look towards the speaker, half-expecting Feliciano, but found it was the friend who had accompanied his brother into the school this morning instead, "Oh. What do you want, Antonio?"

"Ahhhh… I was just going to ask if you'd seen Feli yet. You normally pass him through this hallway right?" Antonio tilted his head, giving a huge smile to Lovino.

"I haven't seen him. But that stupid teacher made us a few minutes late getting out, so he probably went through already." Lovino shrugged and kept walking.

"I hope not. I told him I'd give him back his notebook in the hallway after our first class." Antonio made a face, "Man, what if he forgot? He needed this back before his second class!"

"Then I guess you're going to have to find him, aren't you? Good luck with that." Lovino kept walking, refusing to even offer to deliver the notebook. No way am I making myself late. If he needed that stupid notebook so bad, he should have remembered to come and get it!

"Ah, but I don't even know where his second class is!"

He's as much of an airhead as Feliciano! Lovino looked upwards towards the ceiling again, pleading for patience before glaring at Antonio, "Look, if he really needed that notebook so badly, then he would have remembered to come and get it. Just keep it until lunch when you see him. He can take his damn notes in another notebook for one day!"

Antonio paused and looked down at the notebook in his hands, "Oh I guess he could. I don't remember him mentioning a test or anything…"

"There you go then." Lovino turned away and stalked the rest of the way to his next class. Geez. It's not like it was that hard to figure out. He could have thought that much on his own! And really, even that was on schedule. The only thing that changed was the subject of the conversation.

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Lovino looked at what he had written down in his notebook so far.

Before first bell: give Feliciano whatever he forgot at the house.

After first bell: couple arguing on the left side of the hall, noisy guy being late on the right side of the hallway.

Antonio pestering me about something to do with Feliciano.

He nodded to himself. Maybe I should make a note in it to not piss off that stupid teacher again. He thought back to the lecture and rolled his eyes. No note needed for that. Lovino doubted he would forget the lecture anytime soon. Ignoring the clamor of his classmates around him, Lovino mentally tried to think back to the previous day's events. What else happens every day?

"I'm totally a hero! I save people all the time!"

Right. Can't forget that guy. Lovino made a face and scrawled another line into the notebook entry. Same stupid idiot proclaiming he's a hero at least once during study hall. Why was the blonde kid so obsessed with heroes anyway? Maybe he should ask sometime. Lovino cast a disinterested stare towards the classmate and made a face. Then again, maybe not. He's way too loud. No way am I talking to him.

"Man, I doubt you've ever saved a person in your life."

Lovino raised an eyebrow. This part of the conversation is new. Probably because their study hall monitor wasn't in the room yet. They could say what they wanted without getting in trouble. Lovino held his pencil above his notebook page, getting ready to write down whatever came next so he could keep track of how often it would occur.

"I am too!"

Nobody else seemed to be paying the conversation much attention, they were all too busy talking to one another, so Lovino and the blonde were the only ones struck speechless (and Lovino actually dropped his pencil in shock) at the other kid's outburst.

"What kind of hero can't save his own brother?"

Lovino grabbed the nearest textbook and flung it at the speaker in annoyance, "What kind of moron even says something like that?!"

Complete silence fell over the classroom as the study hall monitor came into the room. It must have been a strange sight to her. One teenager on the ground, holding his head, with a textbook that was laying nearby… another teenager, whose face somewhat resembled that of a ghost, standing next to him… and Lovino standing up, arm and hand still outstretched from throwing the textbook. And of course, everyone was staring at Lovino as if he were some strange alien.

I feel like an idiot. Lovino remained frozen in one spot. I have got to learn to control my temper.

"I have no idea what happened here, but all three of you can go to the office!" The study hall monitor exclaimed, "Good grief, I can't even run five minutes late without a fight breaking out?!"

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Lovino kicked his legs back and forth underneath his chair, calmly waiting for the principal to get off the phone and address the 'problem' that had brought all three of them down.

The blonde to his left still hadn't said a word since the other's outburst, while the third classmate (who got hit with the textbook) hadn't stopped speaking since they'd gotten into the office. Granted most of the speaking was actually cursewords, it was still annoying as hell.

"Would you shut up." Lovino finally said, still staring at the wall across from them.

"You threw a book at me!"

"You should consider yourself lucky that it wasn't a chair." Lovino snapped, "What you said was rude! Who the hell goes and says that to somebody?"

"How about I give you a chair then, huh?"

Lovino glared at the student who had stood up, actually reaching to grab the chair. Oh bring it. He opened his mouth to give a retort but found the student in between them suddenly stood up and knocked the other one flat on his back. … Okay then. I guess there was no need for me to get involved in that one.

"Dude, shut up!"

"I'll fucking hit both of you with a chair!"

Lovino yelped and ducked as the chair came swinging in his direction, "Yo! We're in the office already, are you trying to get us all suspended?"

"Man! Take a chill pill, seriously!"

Oh sure. That'll get him to calm down. Lovino rolled his eyes but was rather impressed that the tall blonde was able to kick the chair away. At least he can fight. Or defend himself anyway. Lovino froze when he heard the door behind him open, and glanced over his shoulder to see the principal gaping at all three of them, "Uh…"

"Yo, man!"

A loud crashing sound turned Lovino's attention back to the other two, and he stared dumbfounded at seeing the tall blonde standing right in front of him, while the other teenager was several feet away. … I'm going to get suspended for this, aren't I?

"What is going on out here?!" The principal yelled, "Alfred Jones!"

"What?" The blonde spun around, "Man, he started it! He was threatening to hit us with a chair!"

Guess I can write in 'got in a fight in second bell' in my notebook. Lovino made a face. It would probably be a reoccurring theme after today.

"I don't care who started it!" The principal snapped, "There is no excuse for fighting on school property!"

Lovino stared at the principal in disbelief, "What, are we supposed to continue this off of school grounds? Somehow I doubt the guy's going to go for a 'hey let's take this outside so we don't get in trouble'!"

Alfred snickered at Lovino's impersonation of the principal, earning them both a cold glare, "Oh come on, Principal Smith! It was totally self-defense!"

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So much for the claim of self-defense. Lovino carried his tray through the cafeteria. The only thing that claim had gotten them was a long lecture and a detention. I guess we should consider ourselves lucky we're not suspended, but even still. Lovino scowled as he looked towards his usual table. He could see Feliciano and Antonio talking to one another, both of them looking extremely cheerful (too cheerful). Lovino stalked off towards the back of the cafeteria, spotting someone sitting by himself at an otherwise-empty table. Perfect.

"I don't care who you are, but I'm sitting over here!" Lovino slammed his tray down on the table, far more forcefully than he had intended to, but he was still seething over that lecture (and the detention). He sat down and started trying to open the fork so he could begin eating his lunch, but the plasticwrap wasn't cooperating. No change there.

"… Ah. Hello."

Lovino let out a muffled, "Hi" in between trying to bite the plastic wrap off of his utensils. Damn it! Give me the stupid thing!

"…Do you need help with that?" The quiet male spoke up, watching him with a strange look on his face.

"I refuse to lose to this thing!" Lovino snapped and gave another yank with his teeth, finally feeling the plastic tear. "About damn time!" He muttered under his breath and started stabbing his food with the fork. That was way too much work for one of their cheap salads.

"… Why are you sitting over here?"

"Because the idiots at my usual table are annoying as hell." Lovino lied, stuffing his mouth with salad so it wouldn't be as obvious. I just didn't feel like listening to their stupid peppy talk. And with my luck, Feliciano would have heard by now that I was in the office during last class. "Make this less awkward for me, would you? What's your name again?" He lifted his head to stare at the male sitting across from him.

"… Arthur."

He shrugged and continued eating, "Lovino. Nice to meet you and all that crap."

Ah. Likewise." Arthur went back to writing in his notebook.

I wonder what he's writing down. Lovino tried to read the notes upside down, but couldn't make out the words. It looks like he has two entirely different writing styles. What the crap. Who even writes that neatly? Lovino shook his head and took a gulp of his milk, sighing in relief. "Now this is how a lunch should be spent. In a nice and quiet atmosphere. The idiots over there didn't know when to shut up."

Lovino quickly chomped down the rest of his salad, barely noticing that Arthur hadn't responded at all. You'd think for all the work they make us put in to open the damn utensils, they could give us a bit more food. He raised his head again and stared at Arthur's tray blankly, "Aren't you eating your lunch?"

"… not hungry. You're welcome to it if you want it. I just wanted the drink." Arthur closed his notebook and pushed the tray halfway across the table towards Lovino.

Lovino stared at the male in disbelief, "Seriously? I'm not going to pass up free food." He reached over the rest of the way and nabbed the bread off of the male's tray. Hey, food is food. Even cafeteria food is at least something. "So what were you writing anyway?" Lovino asked, figuring the male would tell him if it was personal or not.

"Just notes for class." Arthur answered, "I had to borrow someone else's notebook, and I noticed he was missing some parts, so I'm just copying from one to the other."

Oh. So that's why it looked like two different styles of writing. Lovino raised an eyebrow, wondering why he had even bothered worrying about the notes he had missed. I guess he's more worried about his grades than I am.

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The rest of the day passed uneventfully, leaving Lovino to sit in the detention room, with only Alfred to keep him company. "… You'd think there'd be a teacher in here or something monitoring us."

"Yeah…" Alfred glanced around the empty room, "We could be doing just about anything in here. At least we don't have that other guy in here though!"

"Then we'd definitely need a teacher in here. We'd all be fighting again." Lovino scowled, wondering if the other student had been suspended, or if he was just sitting in a separate classroom by himself.

"Hey, thanks for sticking up for me by the way!" Alfred grinned at Lovino, "That was super awesome of you to do!"

Lovino shrugged it off, glancing at the classroom materials that had been left on the countertop at the back of the room, "I have a brother, too. I certainly wouldn't care to hear that being said to my face. I don't give a crap what it was about, it was rude."

Alfred traced small circles onto the top of his desk with one finger, looking like he was sulking about something.

Nor do I need a backstory, so please for the love of my sanity, do not give me a backstory. Lovino buried his face in his hands. Please please please please.

"I don't know… maybe it was my fault."

Ugh. Lovino shot a glare upwards towards the ceiling. You couldn't hear me out this one time?

"He's my twin… shouldn't I have noticed something was wrong?"

"Not necessarily. Not everybody is transparent with showing emotions." Lovino rolled his eyes, resisting the urge to smack the guy upside the head.

"Hnn…" Alfred laid his head down on the desk and stared out the window.

Good. Silence. Leave it that way. Lovino let out a silent sigh of relief and sunk lower in his chair, hoping the conversation was over.

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Slight overlap, but I kept the conversation short.