A/N:

I've had this idea for a while now, I've actually written a few oneshots, but never published them.

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Moment: High School

"Holy Virgin! Roger, learn how to drive!" Rachel snapped as her brother slammed on the brakes for what seemed to be the fiftieth time since they left for school that morning.

"Do YOU want to drive?" he retorted, glaring at her out of the corners of his eyes.

Mark's whimper came from the back seat "I don't want to die…"

"Shut up, Mark. You're not going to die." Roger snapped, ignoring the 'are you sure?' look that his twin was giving him.

-

When they pulled into the parking lot of Scarsdale High School, Rachel was surprised that Mark didn't kiss the ground once he jumped out of her and Roger's death trap of a Mustang.

She laughed. Mark. He was funny. Her twin brother's best friend since, well, forever, so she saw him all the time.

Roger's voice interrupted her thoughts. "Am I really that awful of a driver?"

"Yes." She grinned. He gave her a small shove, laughing.

"You women are so critical!"

"Hey, Mark was complaining, too!"

"…Like I said!"

Rachel laughed, swinging her bag over her shoulder, weaving her way through the cars parked here and there, Roger just behind her. There was already a mass of students outside the school, chatting about what they did over winter break.

The fact that they had the same initials really irritated her. Roger Adam Davis and Rachel Anna Davis. Their mother thought it was adorable, but Rachel was sick of people pointing it out to her. "OH! You have the same initials! That's SO cool!" No, No, it really isn't.

"Oh My God, Rachel!" A new voice broke through all of the background noise that comes with walking into a high school. She turned, grinning, as her best friend in the world, Maureen Johnson, nearly tackled her. "Oh My God!" The brunette repeated. "Remind me to NEVER go out of town for Christmas ever again. I missed you too much!"

She was going to respond to her overdramatic friend when a chorus of familiar voices called out her name.

"Rachel-chica!"

"Rach!"

"Rachel!"

She turned, quite overwhelmed by all the people around her. Claustrophobia was a bad thing to have with her group of friends. Her other best friends: Mimi and Collins, followed closely by her boyfriend: Benny, were pushing through the mass of people, trying to get to the area that she, Roger, Mark, and Maureen occupied.

-

As she sat in English, listening to Mrs. Murray drone on and on about pronouns, Rachel had to fight the urge to go to sleep. Roger and Collins were playing tic-tac-toe right behind her, and Roger kept losing. She thought it was funny.

She stopped snickering at her brother when someone knocked on the door and slowly pushed it open. A small, Latino kid stepped in, holding a schedule. "New Kid." She mumbled to the boys behind her.

-

The new kid's name was Angel, and Rachel already liked him. He'd ended up taking the empty desk to her left, and they'd ended up talking for the rest of class, once Murray finished her lesson.

She definitely liked Angel.