Beep Beep Beep Bee-
A hand slammed down on the top of a small silver alarm clock. With a deep, guttural groan, the hand retreated back into its warm cavern made up of a soft, dark red comforter. There was some slight shuffling and movement for a split second before everything went still. Then the red sheets were thrown back, and the owner of the hand was exposed.
The person that was revealed was an adult male. The man groaned his again and rubbed his closed eyes with the backs of his hands. His eyes fluttered open, revealing vibrant orbs of sky blue. The man squinted at the harsh light of day then sat up. He stretched his long pale arms towards the ceiling, and then stood up abruptly from the bed he was on.
Dressed in only a pair of silky pajama pants, he padded across the hardwood floor to a simple master bathroom and stared at himself in the mirror. His blonde hair laid in messy waves, framing his face and brushing against the tops of his shoulders. His closely trimmed facial hair lined his jaw, and was just a shade darker than the golden blonde of his head. After a moment of looking at himself, the man sighed and splashed cold water on his face, then left the bathroom.
He tossed on a pair of dark denim jeans and a simple white T- Shirt. Following that, he walked from the quiet room into an equally quiet hallway. The walls were lined with brown cardboard boxes, stacked shoulder high. All were had labels, describing what laid inside.
A few steps later, and the man emerged into a barren kitchen. He went to a box by an island bar in the center of the room, and reached inside, pulling out a newspaper wrapped cup. The paper fell away with little resistance, and drifted back into the cardboard box.
"Dad, you're driving me to school this morning right?" asked a soft spoken male voice.
The father turned to face his son. The teen before him wore a red pullover and kaki cargo shorts, and was casually holding a well-worn hockey stick. He looked much like his father. There was the similar hair, with the exception of a simple spiral curl at the front of his hair. Silver, wire-framed glasses sat on his face, creating a window to eyes that matched his fathers.
"Yes Matthieu, after I finish getting dressed and you get your things together, I will take you."
Matthieu placed the stick on the counter, and grabbed a cup from the box. The tall boy smiled at his dad, and the father smiled back at his son.
"Can you get me some water while I finish getting dressed?" the father asked.
Matthieu nodded and took the unwrapped cup from his father's grasp. The older male then returned to the bedroom and grabbed a light grey button-down shirt, pulling it on over the white tee. As he slipped each button into is appropriate hole, he went to a trunk at the foot of the bed.
Once his slender fingers finished the buttons, he opened the steamer trunk and rummaged around inside. Before long, he pulled out a long silken red ribbon. He brought the ribbon to his hair and pulled his hair back with it. Once the perfect bow was finished, the man found his shoes and socks, before returning to his son.
"So what are you taking again?" he asked as he accepted a water filled cup from the boy.
"World History, Calculus, Humanities, Junior English, French II and I have hockey tryouts tomorrow."
"I'm glad that they have a team. And isn't taking French II a little easy for you?" the father said with a grin.
"It's an easy grade. I want to devote a lot of my time to hockey. Besides, I don't want to learn any knew languages. So why not take the simple route?"
"It's your choice Matthieu. Have you gotten your bag?" Matthieu pointed to a simple canvas messenger bag. "Then let's get going."
Both father and son left the kitchen and headed through the house to the outside world. Once there, the two got inside a simple but stylish black car and buckled up. The father wasted little time in backing down their driveway and heading towards the surface streets.
Matthieu turned the stereo on, and an upbeat French song began to play. Both immediately started to sing along, and before long, the car pulled up in front of a large high school. Tons of students were milling about, talking, texting, or still trying to wake up.
The father and son got out of the car and headed to the main double doors. Many students stared as the two entered the building and headed towards reception.
The man smiled at a mousey little receptionist.
"Excusez-moi, but my son is a new student here, and this is his first day. Is there anywhere particular that he needs to go before finding his first class?"
"He can pick up a map from here, but no, he is free to find his classroom," said the woman, a little flustered by the handsome man.
"Merci Mademoiselle. I leave him in your capable hands." He turned to Matthieu. "Call me when school is out?"
"Yes Dad," he said in his soft spoken voice. The father patted his head then left the building.
As he began to walk back to his car., he looked at the ground with a solemn expression. Then, he collided with a solid force, knocking him flat on his backside. A flurry of papers filled the air, and there were two deep groans of pain.
"Mon Dieu! What the hell?" He sat up and looked at what, or rather who, he had collided with.
The man before him was tall and handsome. He had messy dark brown hair, and a beautiful natural tan. Both males stared at each other as they sat on the ground in a daze. First to snap out of it, the dark haired man stood and offered his hand to help the blonde to his feet.
"I am so sorry!" he said. The blonde took the outstretched hand and was helped to his feet.
"It's my fault, I wasn't watching where I was going," the blond said.
"No no no I was in too much of a rush."
The two, eyes still locked, stood awkwardly, until the dark haired man smiled.
"I'm Antonio Carriedo. You?" he asked, extending out his hand.
"Francis Bonnefoy," the blonde said.
He clasped Antonio's hand and a large grin spread across his face.
((So I am new to the whole fan fiction writing thing, so sorry if its not as good as it could be. I will aim to improve))