Chapter 1- Every Other Day is Magical.

The sweet autumn leafs danced in the air outside his window, the morning sun peeked from its hiding spot in the cloud covers, filling all of the room with a early radiate light. The tall brunette young man was relaxing soundly in his old red race car bed, which he obviously was too big to sleep in anymore, but he insisted to sleep in it. Justin turned on to his side, as he cuddled up against his pillow, still perfectly asleep.

Until..

KA-CRASH!

The crack of 12 cinder block sized pieces of ceiling smashed down to the floor causing the loudest and most annoying sound possible.

This echoed into Justin ears as he jumped two feet off his bed in surprise and exasperating shock.

"What the Fuck? What was that?.." He yelped in alarm and annoyance, for Justin wasn't that much of a sound sleeper. Turning his attention to the broken ceiling, there laid his small and annoying trouble maker little brother, max.

"Can I do it again?" Max asked. He had sprinkles of white dusty ceiling in his hazelnut hair.

"Max, why the hell did you wake me?" Justin demanded an answer.

"Whoops Sorry Justin haha" The twelve year old said in an almost apology. Barely.

"Yeah yeah.." Justin groaned and went back to sleep. It was most definitely way too early to get up.

He was about to doze off when a jolt of realization struck him like a lightning bolt.

His ceiling was DESTROYED.

Justin jumped out of bed, and in protest, began to give Max the mature tongue lashing that Justin always gave his younger siblings. Why did he have to be the adult one all the time?

"Max, you're not suppose to use magic unsupervised! You know that! Also what did I tell you about waking me up at-

Justin looked to the clock, it said six in the morning.

"6:00? And-

Justin was about to continue his parental lecture when the thought came to him.

"6:00! Oh my god I have to get up!" Justin said, as he rushed down the stairs out of his room. About mid way he turned around and bent down looking at Max, giving him a raised finger of disapproval and a stern look.

"This isn't over yet. Don't think you're let off the hook that easy! You're still gonna get it."

Justin scolded Max. Max just sat their with a dumb smile on his face, like it was plastered.

"Ok good. I'm glad we had this chat" Justin said quickly as he rushed back down stairs in a fit of annoyance.

"That's fine Justin but don't you want your pants..?" Max called out teasingly.

Justin's eyes bulged when he looked down and saw he was only wearing his white short boxers which went up to his lower inner thigh, leaving not much to the imagination. Justin charged upstairs again, his face blushing red. He arrived at the top of the stairs to see Max with that same dumb smile, holding his favorite pair of loose blue jeans in his hand while provoking him.

"You want them?" Max asked tauntingly, choking out to withdraw his amused smile.

"Max! Give them here." Justin said sternly, threatening his little brother. He had no time for games now, because he had to get dressed, and those were his favorite pair of jeans!

"Ok...you asked for it.." Max said as he drawn out the words in an annoying little brotherish "I'm up to no good" kind of way. As the jeans flopped out of Max's hand, what was revealed was something worse.

Max's Wii Wand, and Great Gandalf knows the horrid things Max can do with that wand.

"Max put them down, whatever you do don''t us-" It was too late. Before Justin could even continue his sentence, Max's wand was glowing a luminous blue on the tip and with that light, the words coming up next were even worse.

"Pantsacuos Flynieous" Max spoke the spell slowly. He waved his wand presumptuously, and the pants were flung off it. They flew onto the ground. Justin looked down, wondering, waiting for them to catch fire, or explode, or something.

Amazingly, nothing happened. Tense silence was shared among each other as Justin peaked down at the pants and back up at Max, whipping him with his glare.

"Do NOT try ANYTHING..." Justin warned as he slowly creeped over to grab his pants.

Max just laughed as though he knew exactly what he was going to do next.

Justin was inches away when he glanced down, shot max another warning glare, and slung out his arms to grab his jeans. To Justin

s dismay, his pants shot up, and started running down the stairs while perfectly avoiding Justin's grasp. Justin turned to Max and growled out.

"MAX!" He shouted. Justin was absolutely fed up with his little brother. He was such a mischievous little brat. He had tried to do something like this once before, and embarrassed Justin in front of all his friends.

"Hahaa go get em!" Max said. He thoroughly enjoyed teasing his brother.

Justin looked back, wondering swiftly which thing he should go for. Tackle Max, or run for his pants?

"Pants!" Justin shouted out loud as he rushed over, and down the stairs. He ran into the living room, and through the kitchen as he chased his dashing pants. "Agh Max...why!" He pleaded in his head.

Justin rigorously continued to run for his pants, still dashing around in his short white and red heart boxers. Justin's cheeks flushed red as he chased his pants. He didn't care, he was too intent on catching them. In fact he was so intent that he ignored everything around him, including his mocking sister.

"Woah that's taking casual Fridays WAY to far." Alex made a witty remark, while she placed peanut butter on her sandwich while watching Justin's tomfoolery.

Justin simply ignored her as he ran around in circles, between the perimeter of the couch and the coffee table. Justin's mom was sitting on the couch with her coffee. Her eyebrows shifted in a puzzled look as she called out.

"Justin? What are you doing and why are your pants ...running?" She asked in confusion, also watching Justin chase his pants frantically in his boxers.

Justin still ignored her questions and he chased the pants right out the door. Right as that was happening, Justin's dad walked down the stairs, and turned to the door in puzzlement as well.

"Was that Justin in his boxers, chasing his own-" His dad asked, though before he could finish they all said "Uh huh." in unison.

His dad thought for a moment, bite his lip in anger and turned his head towards the stairs.

"MAX!" He yelled in a warning tone.

"Uh Oh." Max said as he heard his fathers call.

***Strange Psychedelic jumping and dancing!****

Justin was finally, almost finished chasing his pants, It had been an hour that Justin had chased his pants. He chased them through the park, the market, the deli, the mall, and finally...

The school.

Justin bolted into the door frantically searching the halls.

"There you are!" Justin exclaimed. He found his pants running down the hall. Which Justin was now doing in nothing but his boxers...

For everyone to see...

Just as Justin was about to break out in a dash for his elusive pants again, he noticed several people standing in the hall way next to the lockers, laughing hysterically. Hysterically, at him. Pointing, staring, and laughing. Justin looked down and came to the realization he still wasn't wearing any pants, only his short white boxers with many red hearts all over them. Justin's face burned a bright, embarrassed blush red as he clenched his teeth. Sweat dripping down his face while people continued to laugh. Justin, not knowing what to do, covered his crotch area with his hands, hoping that that would somehow make a difference. It didn't. People were still erupting in a fit of laughter. What? Like they haven't seen anyone in boxers before? Hadn't they read the target advertisements in the mail? Well apparently that wasn't as funny as one of their poor, unfortunate students arriving to school in their undies.

The embarrassment swept over Justin like a tsunami while he watched at least thirty people laugh at his expense. They even took pictures with their camera phones. This made Justin literately want to hide his face into a deep, dark tunnel, and never come out again. He was utterly the most embarrassed he could be in his whole entire life. Nothing could be more embarrassing. He corrected himself, when he searched the crowd of people to see the soft white face of a beautiful girl. She had snowy pale skin, light, golden blond hair, and the whisper of a tender blue ocean in her eyes. It was Millie, standing there in her gorgeous black Tears of Blood t-shirt, and tight blue jeans, laughing her head off at his expense. Her sluggish boyfriend's hands around her. This made Justin want to faint and vomit at the same time.

"Nice boxers, Justin. Are they the same ones you shower with?" Millie teased.

Justin, not knowing what to say spurted out.

"No! They're not. It's the blue Transformers ones I wear in the shower!" Justin attempted to defend himself, but in fact ended up embarrassing himself more.

"Nice! Hahaha." Mille said jokingly, and she continued to laugh at Justin, like the all the other students. Justin was sick of this, and urgently needed to find his pants.

While searching the crowd frantically, he saw that his pants were laying safely in front of his best friend, Zeke. Justin sighed a small bit of relief. He quickly ran up in front of Zeke and snatched the pants away. Luckily, they didn't run for themselves again. Justin smiled at Zeke nervously, who was covered in a dark shade of blush red. Justin had no clue why. Well, other than his best friend was being embarrassed in front of the entire school.

Zeke tried to give an encouraging, and enlightening smile as he waved, struggling to look down at Justin.

"Hey Justin. So you decided to go commando, hmm?" Zeke asked playfully.

Justin simply shot a glare at Zeke and he picked up his pants. He flopped his feet around, trying to get his pants on. Finally, when he did, he sighed in relief. He had finally evaded the last of their torture. Once he had his pants on, he saw all the students went back to their regular morning routines, when suddenly the door popped open! Alex came strutting in, wearing a large, over the shoulder purple fuzzy sweater, a yellow beaded necklace, and Justin's white boxers with red hearts on them. She was rocking them too, for apparently everyone was clapping. If was as if they thought this was a fashion show. Alex flipped her pony tail around while she did a sassy cat walk down the hall, showing off her new look.

"It's 80's week people! Justin was just trying to be cool, and follow the trends." She blatantly lied, which was the perfect cover up, because everyone believed it. She got down to the bottom of the so called run way, and leaned forward to Justin, smiling.

"You SO owe me for this one." She said with a smug smirk on her face, still playing the charade.

"I SO do not." Justin said in defense. Which was really his big brother whine. It made him sound more immature than tough, which was somehow something Justin wasn't going for.

Finally most of the crowd all calmed down, and Alex returned to her regular, tight, faded skinny jeans. Justin forced himself to relax because he had almost lived down the embarrassment of a life time. Though every time he walked past Millie, she still started pointing, and laughing at him as though he was standing in his underwear. Justin just wanted to hide his head in the nearest locker when this happened.

"Agh. I can not believe Millie saw. My reputation is over!" Justin cried out in frustration while walking with Zeke down the hall. Zeke was about to say something when Alex walked by with her same smug, smirkish, smart alec look.

"What reputation? The tall, awkward, geek who everyone copies their papers off of?" Alex provoked him.

"Nah, I'm sure they will still copy your papers no matter what you wear." She finished slyly and walked along, laughing at her own pathetic joke.

Harper dragged behind, gazing at Justin with her longing eyes, and her strange, obsessive smile. He peaked down at his jeans, and then back up, taking in a large breath, smiling like an idiot. He was SO glad that he was clothed now.

"Hey Justin, love the boxers." She said with a giant grin on her face. She ran away following Alex with a smile, as though she thought she said something overtly charming.

Justin simply sighed, his faced blushed an alarming stop sign red. His expression was flat, and definitely unamused.

"I'm absolutely going to kill Max for this when I get back" Justin exclaimed in a growl.