Okay, so this is my first fanfic so please be gentle... I'm sensitive. Lol but honestly guys, I'm all for constructive criticism. Now without further ado, here is Chapter 1 of "Two of a Kind". R&R please! Enjoy!

Chapter 1:

"Misunderstood"

Fitz's POV

Wow. I fucked up big this time. It's not entirely my fault though. That little fucker Eli has had it out for me from the start and while our war was pretty fun… it was getting old. And I was ready to end it but- NO. He has to go and slip ipecac into my drink and what? Am I just supposed to let that go? I didn't think so. Man, watching him almost shit his pants when I stuck that knife in the wall was just epic. Too bad the cops were there though, now the son of a bitch has managed to get me arrested TWICE! I feel kind of bad for his girlfriend however. She's too pure and innocent to be put through that sort of worry. I really did like her too. Oh well now she probably thinks I'm psycho for trying to "kill" her little boyfriend.

"FITZGERALD!" I heard the guard yell from the other side of the cell. "You made bail," he stated, while unlocking the cell. As I was escorted through the station, I spotted my mother. She was hot-faced and I could already see the steam coming out of her ears while she spoke to a cop. "Great," I thought, now I was going to have to hear her mouth all through the ride home.

"He's all yours ma'am," snickered the guard as he un-cuffed me.

"Thank you officer," she managed to say without attempting to even look at me once.

Much to my liking, the car ride home was surprisingly silent. My mom didn't even bother to change her disposition to express her disappointment. "Pigs must be flying," I thought. I never thought, in a million years; that my mom would ever be speechless. Well, I better enjoy it while it lasts because there is no way she is going to be like this when we get home. And so we sat. Silent for the rest of the ride home… awaiting all hell to break loose when we got there.

Bianca's POV

"So I'm guessing that TV is out of the question," I said sarcastically to an infuriated Simpson as he made his way up the steps of Degrassi. He only glared as he passed by. I smiled knowing he was probably on the verge of a total meltdown. Now that the school was on break and my night was cut short, I had to find a way to occupy myself. Of course Drew wouldn't be down for any hooking up. He is probably off somewhere crying about his girlfriend dumping him. What a pussy? Owen was most likely hooking up with someone else, since his night didn't go exactly as planned either. I haven't talk to Ron-Ron in weeks and I wasn't gonna start up again either. Well I just went through everyone I hang out with… everyone except Fitz that is.

Oh Fitz, he was the reason my night was cut short in the first place. Him and Emo-boy that is. Why did he even bother making amends with that loser anyways? Fitz never calls a truce. Dr. Doom is a complete idiot for not taking it for what it was, I mean Fitz… calling a truce in exchange for an… an apology? Something must me up with him. I have to admit, we really haven't talked since that "fight" club incident and-

"Hey, you wanna come chill with us at the ravine?" Owen asks, interrupting my thoughts. Us? Just then I realize the skank standing at his side, smacking her bubblegum in an annoying fashion. He sure knows how to pick 'em.

"What and do nothing while you get it on in the van?" I say, looking his current flavor up and down.

Rolling his eyes, he retorts, "Well, it beats going home and getting wasted alone."

"Yeah? And who says I'm gonna be alone? I have plenty of friends for your information," I lied.

"Whatever, I just thought you might need something to do since the dance got shut down because of Fitz trying to stab Eli over that virgin girl. You don't have to be all bitchy about it," he revealed, obviously annoyed. Wait… what virgin?

Curiously I asked, "What girl?"

Smiling, he questions, "What? You didn't know that he was gonna sleep with Emo-boy's goody-two-shoes girlfriend?" Laughing, he adds, "Fitz probably got close, too. I mean why else would that freak poison his drink?"

"Fitz wanted to sleep with Clare?" I say with a horrified look on my face. Regaining my composure, I add, "She's not even his type."

"Oh, don't be so surprised Bianca. Sluts are going out of style these days," he jokes.

"Whatever. Are we still going to the ravine or what?" I ask, changing the subject and they follow me to my car. This was going to be a long night.

Fitz's POV

As I entered the house, I braced myself for what my mother was going to say because god knows she was gonna say something. I heard her shut the door behind her and wondered if I could make a run for the bathroom but thought better of it when I saw her throw her purse on the coffee table in an irritated way. My mother was probably the only person I even remotely took crap from.

"Have a seat Mark," she was also the only person who ever called me Mark. Not even my teachers did that anymore. I think she says it because she wishes I could be Mark again because he was the complete opposite of Fitz. Mark was the good boy that slowly disappeared after my dad died at war a few years ago. Fitz was slowly developing as Mark faded and he is a monster in my mother's eyes.

After a long, stern stare she asks, "What the hell were you thinking?" Before I could say anything, "Bringing a knife to a school dance? What were you planning on doing with that knife anyways? Never mind all that, why do you have one in the first place?"

"Mom, I was-," I tried to explain but she cut me off.

"Did I ask you to speak? You better not interrupt me, when I'm talking to you, young man. I should say little boy because that's what you've been acting like; a child," for how long she went on, I don't know but I know I stopped listening after this. It was always the same thing with her. She always wanted me to be some do-gooder, even though we both know that's never gonna happen. I just wish she would get off my ass for once. Why the fuck does she even bother? She knows very well that I'm just gonna go out and do something worse down the line anyways. She doesn't understand me.

Just then, I hear her voice ringing in my ears, "MARK! ARE YOU LISTENING TO ME?"

Startled, I lie, "Yeah."

"Then what did I just say?" she says knowing damn well I didn't hear a word she said and didn't give a shit either.

Frustrated I get up and confess, "Look I wasn't listening and honestly don't care what you have to say because I've heard the speech a million times. So how about we both get on with our lives and just go to bed because, let's face it; nothing good can come of this little chat-"

That was when I felt her hand connect with the side of my face and leave a stingy feeling, "How dare you talk to your mother like that?"

Fed up, I make my way around her and towards the closet to grab my jacket. "Where are you going?" she asks, tears threatening to be relieved of her eyes.

"To the ravine," I say coldly, grabbing my car keys and not bothering to look back at her as I walk out the door.

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Next chapter: Fitz goes to the ravine to unwind. Who does he catch up with? What does Bianca think of Fitz and Clare?