Hey guys, so this is my first fanfic. I wasnt quite sure what to write about, but i hope you enjoy it. It might be abit boring at first but i'll try and stick with it! Obviosuly i dont own any of the charecters or brands involved! enjoy:)

ELLES POV

I woke up unusually early that morning, 6:00am. I hadn't planned on getting up until 7:30 but decided not to return to bed as I knew I would fall back to sleep easily and not be able to get up again. I tiptoed downstairs as not to wake up my family, who were all still sleeping quietly and put the kettle on. It was just a normal Wednesday morning. I had college until noon and then I was planning to spend the rest of the day with my horse, Willow. I went around the rooms downstairs and tidied everything up abit; my mum was working night shifts last night and hadn't had time to tidy. When the kettle had boiled I went back into the kitchen and poured myself a cup of tea and sat clumsily on the sofa. I was soon joined by my younger sister, Amy, already up and dressed in her school uniform.

"You got an exam today, Ames?" I asked her. I knew she had something on; she was up all night sat on her little desk, continually working. She didn't really talk much about school, I knew how much it meant to her though, and she was aiming for big things in life.

"Yeah, I've got maths, and then a German speaking exam" she replied quietly. Her voice was so soft, and innocent. It was hard to believe she was 15. She got up to leave the room and put her mug on the side.

"Good luck, yeah?" I called after her. I really did want her to do well at school. She tries so hard and it seemed a shame for it all to go to waste. I was okay at school, never the top of the class but not the bottom either. It was always clear what I wanted to do in life, horses. When I was younger, everyone told me that it was 'just a hobby' and I could never 'make a successful career' out of it. I stopped riding for abit when I was about Amy's age. All my friends had got their own horses and left, and I just couldn't see the point in it anymore. I pretended I wasn't bothered but deep down I missed it loads. It wasn't until I got my exam results and left school at 17, when I bought my own horse. My parents weren't too happy at first, they thought I was wasting my life away, but when they saw how happy he made me they didn't mind. I didn't want to just stop my education there though, I wanted another job too. I was always into English at school and journalism seemed a really good field to enter into, such a vast range of career paths. I looked around local sixth forms and colleges and decided to study Journalism and media at my nearest college. I was really enjoying it, and was hoping to go into magazine editing in the equestrian industry.

I looked at the wall clock, 8:00am; I must have been sat on the sofa longer than I thought. I placed mine and Amy's mugs into the dishwasher and darted upstairs to get ready for college. By this time, my mum and dad were both awake and smiled at me on my dash to my room.

DOUGIES POV

"Dougie, for God's sake, get up!"

I opened my eyes slowly and turned my head to the door of my room. I could just make out the fuzzy silhouette of my mum standing there. She slammed on the light.

"Why do you never, ever get up when you really need to?" she shouted.

My eyes were adjusting to the light, and I was confused as to what she was saying. Why do I need to get up? I was racking my brains, thinking. I must have been sat in silence for a while though, because my mum suddenly said "college Doug, first day of college!"

Shit. I totally forgot about that. I rolled out of bed and onto my cold, laminate floor. The impact woke me up a bit and I walked quickly into the bathroom. I looked in the mirror, what a state. My hair was sticking up all over the place and I looked like I'd just seen a ghost. No time for a shower. I brushed my teeth and tried to make my dark, floppy hair look presentable. As I went back into my room I saw my mum had laid out some clothes for me. Washed out jeans, a basic white tshirt and my much loved blue hoodie. I threw them on and took out my brand new vans from under my bed and placed them onto my feet. I stumbled downstairs, still not 100% awake and stepped into the kitchen. I nabbed some toast off my younger sister and shouted bye to my mum as I stepped out the door. The air was warm and the sky was clear. I know where abouts the college was as I had visited a number of occasions before I chose to go there. The walk there gave me time to clear my head and think about everything. We'd moved from Essex to this small Yorkshire town because mum had got an amazing job offer. I was pleased for her, I really was, and she deserved it. I crossed the road just outside the college. I wasn't nervous before but I certainly was now. The butterflies were building in my stomach as I walked into the gate and eventually found my way into the main courtyard. I didn't even know what I was doing here. I had no interest in going to college when I left school; I wanted to go into the army, like my dad. But mum wouldn't let that happen so I ended up here, studying media. It was supposed to be my 'fresh start' but I was going to make it very clear I didn't want to be here. I must have been daydreaming a while because I walked into someone. I stopped and turned around. She looked me up and down, didn't say a word and walked off.