Hello, MJ here. Today I'm starting my first fanfic yay! I don't want to make this long, but basically, this is my thoughts on what would happen if Sam was adopted with Caine by the Soren's instead of just Caine. It will start 2 months pre-FAYZ and will go through till the end of the FAYZ, so be prepared for many hours reading.
I think it'll be interesting to see, since Sam is not the regular type for Coates and his and Caine's mother is the nurse, so awkwardness for Connie.
Note/Warning: While rereading the books, I noticed that Sam is meant to have dark hair, but I always imagined him to have blonde hair and blue eyes. Y'know since blonde = light = good.
I imagined Caine to have dark black hair but really white/blue eyes (so smexy). Dark = bad.
Also, except the hair and eye colour, I expected then to be almost exactly the same in terms of bone structure and muscle build.
So in my story, they're going to look like what I first imagined. All the other characters are the same for me.
Random Disclaimer: If I was the Marvellous Michael Grant, I would've killed off Astrid by now for being an royal ass to Sam and married Caine instead of killing him off (RIP darling) ...still think I own GONE?
For a little fun, you could always drop a review and make me a happy human being since Caine says that I cannot have his badass powers and become a moof.
Enough rambling; "Let's kick."
Chapter One
Sam Soren rested his head against the car window, his blonde hair pressing against it. Another holiday over, another term of hell for Sam.
"Samuel, get your head off that window dear, you'll mess up your hair." His mother's brown eyes looked into his own from the front of the car. She was more likely to be thinking that Sam was messing up the car window than his hair.
His father softly hummed a chirpy tune as they made their way through the wrought iron gates of Coates Academy, or just Coates as the students knew it by.
The school had many acres of ground which were covered in neatly cut grass, so neat that it looked fake. The school itself looked gothic with its high arches and gray coloured bricks and finally the dark slate covered turrets.
Sam sighed and climbed out of the expensive BMW once it came to a halt. Cocking his head to one side, he allowed his parents to kiss him goodbye on the temple and quickly made his way to the reception hall to reregister to officially become a Third Year Coats Academy student.
"Samuel!" Sam cringed and grinded to a halt and turned around to look at his parents. "Wait for your brother."
Sam mentally face palmed as he watch his egoistical brother climb out of the car with his ever-present grace as if he was God's gift. With his charismatic demeanor and movie-star good lucks, it was obvious to Sam that Caine was the favourite out of the two twin brothers.
Once his parents made a big deal of Caine, saying that they will miss his presence, Caine finally caught up to Sam, walking over with pride across the gravel car park.
"What's up Sunshine? Not looking forward to this term are we?" Caine mused, rubbing his hand in Sam's hair, effectively making him look like he just woke up. Caine knew that Sam hated Coates, after all, Caine ruled the school and made sure that Sam's life was hell last term, despite him being the younger of the two.
Caine tapped the side of Sam's face, and quickly walked inside the reception hall, saying hello to his 'henchmen' as Caine liked to call them, as he went by.
Sam wandered in beside him, ignoring the girls which made goo-goo eyes at his brother, the bane of his existence as he like to call him.
It's not that Sam was a nerd, because he wasn't, he was almost the complete opposite, it was that he wasn't his brother. He didn't have a way with words like Caine did and although they were extreme similar looking, Sam didn't have that dark hair which apparently girls went crazy for when matched with glacial blue eyes.
And when Caine was the best on the track team. That also helped.
Leaning over the desk, placing a charming smile on his face, Caine greeted the new receptionist, who was fairly young to be working at a place such as Coates.
Blushing slightly when she looked up, the receptionist smiled back. "H-hi, name?
"The one and only Caine Soren." Caine caught Sam rolling his eyes out the corner of his eye.
"Here is your schedule, ." The receptionist printed his schedule off and handed it to him, almost brushing her fingers against his, making her cheeks go from pink to red.
Giving her a wink, Caine quickly sauntered off to find his accomplices, Drake and Diana.
Sam took Caine's place after he left and rested one elbow on the counter, turning his body to face away from the door.
The receptionist, who's name tag read Ms Terine, quickly have Sam a look up and down, and then asked him the same question: "Name?"
"Samuel Soren." Sam spoke, although keeping the annoyance out of his voice, he wanted to get this over with.
Ms Terine raised one of her eyebrows as if questioning Sam, but then quickly handed Sam his schedule before beckoning the next person forward.
Sam looked down at his schedule. Time to see who his new roommate is.
Don't kill me, I know it's short but I need to start somewhere. And Sam might be OOC at some points, but I would be too if I had to live with Caine for almost 15 years. The opposite is also true.
Summary: Sam is being pouty and having inner tantrums. Mr Soren is a world renound hummer. Tom is somewhere enjoying two hands. Caine has twitchy lip syndrome and Ms Terine had some hot sauce.
Question: Who do you think is going to be Sam's roommate?
(Caine always gets my favourite little psychopath)
Please little ducklings: REVIEW!
"You know the 'or else'"
- Caine, Hunger