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Dave was startled awake by the loud clang of his alarm. He looked at his alarm clock through squinted eyes. 7:03 a.m. Great. He groaned to himself and hauled his 17 year-old body out of his bed after throwing back the blanket. He mumbled a few obscenities under his breath, having dropped his aviators on the floor like the brain dead moron he was. After finally placing the beloved shades on his face, he headed down the hall to the bathroom. He yawned and stared hard at himself in the shitty bathroom mirror above the sink.
He had a square jaw, a proportionate nose that was sprinkled with a few freckles here and there. High cheek bone gave him a slightly feral look, but he figured it made him only that much more attractive. He stripped out of his black boxers and placed his shades on the sink before turning the shower on, spewing cool, lukewarm, and finally hot water out until steam was rising and fogging up the mirror. He climbed into the white shower and just stood there as the water warmed his skin and began to turn it pink. This was his favorite part of the morning, that feeling of waking up and getting ready to strife with the day, in a way.
Dave quickly lathered and rinsed, his blonde hair dripped with water, his light eye lashes framing his iridescent ruby eyes as he caught a glimpse of them in the mirror as he lumbered out from behind the shower curtain. He gave his twin in the mirror a scowl, while the reflection Dave just scowled back. The real Dave sighed to himself and dried off, brushed his teeth and pulled his boxers back on. He lifted his gaze once more to the red eyes in the mirror. He furrowed his brows and felt a twinge of anger in his chest.
"Why can't I get his attention?" He allowed himself this little moment of self pity before gritting his teeth and thinking about how his Bro was never really there beyond "sup hey cool anyway gotta go bye". Dave tried hard to think of anytime where Bro had really spend quality time with him, and Dave wanted to remember a time. But he couldn't.
He quickly straightened out his features, his poker face back in place. He silently slipped the black sunglasses into place on his face and stepped out of the bathroom. Dave swaggered back to his room and pulled on a white graphic tee and some skinny jeans. He bent over and pulled on socks and his favorite pair of red Chuck Taylors. He grabbed his iPhone, headphones, and book bag headed out to the kitchen.
His Bro was leaning against the counter in relaxed clothing; sweatpants hung low on his hips and a tight white v neck. His anime shades in place, he jerked his chin at Dave in a sign of acknowledgement.
"Sup," Dave said as he sat at the counter and opened a bottle of unopened apple juice. He took a loud sip of the sweet fruit nectar. Hot damn, how he loved his sweet liquid.
"Not much, Lil Man, just wakin' up," Dave's Bro yawned slightly and sipped his coffee.
"Sweet, well I'm gonna be taking the truck, that cool?" He took a swig of his own drink and put the lid back on it before throwing it carelessly into his backpack. Bro nodded at Dave's statement.
"Yeah, go ahead, I'm not working to night, and the car isn't that bad to drive if I have to run some place." Bro smirked, nodded his head at Dave once more before putting down his now empty mug and flash stepping to his room. Dave's shoulder slumped a little, but he stood and checked his bag for his truck keys. Sometimes, Dave wished his brother wasn't so lenient and wouldn't let the younger boy do whatever. Dave found his key, and he gripped them hard enough they cut into his palms, but he didn't notice. He was out the door by the time it started to hurt.