Lukas's eyes snapped open when he heard his alarm clock blaring near his head. He quickly turned it off and ran a hand through his messy blonde hair, taking a moment to compose his thoughts. Groggily, he glanced at the other bed across the room. He noticed that it was empty and already made. Emil must be uo, he thought. Lukas pushed himself up and out of bed and pulled together and outfit for the day (a pair of jeans and a blue plaid shirt), along with the small container that held his contacts.

He quietly made his way out of his bedroom and to the bathroom. He shut the door behind him and turned to look in the mirror at his reflection. Yep, his hair was definitely in desperate need of brushing. And he needed to get the awful taste of morning breath out of his mouth. But the thing that bothered him most was his eyes. He quickly put in the contacts to hide that horrible shade of red. Now satisfied with the color, he went to work with his regular morning schedule.

Lukas descended the stairs to find his little brother, Emil, sitting at the table eating a bowl of cereal and absently clicking away at his phone. Emil looked up when he heard Lukas approaching and smiled.

"Good morning, Lukas." he said in his usual bright and cheery tone. Lukas only nodded in acknowledgement as he walked past him into the kitchen. His big brother wasn't much of a talker so he continued eating, his smile still plastered to his face.

Lukas quietly made himself a piece of toast and sat next to Emil to eat. They ate in relative silence until Emil finished his breakfast and stood to put his bowl in the sink. Lukas watched Emil from the corner of his eye as he walked toward the door and picked up his backpack.

"I'm leaving now, okay?" Emil said as he turned toward him. Lukas lifted his fingers from around his toast as a sort of wave of farewell and Emil left. Emil always rose before he did because he preferred to walk to school with a weird boy named Peter Kirkland. It didn't bother Lukas at all that his little brother would rather walk with someone else than him. As long as Emil was happy, then so was he.

After breakfast, he gathered his own things and headed outside. He immediately felt the cold air kiss his cheeks and shivered. He decided to ignore the cold weather and began walking to the bus stop, ready to start another lousy day.

Matthias woke up at 5:00 am exactly this morning. I mean, how could he not?! He was going to start his first day at his new high school today! He had already gotten dressed, wearing a pair of black skinny jeans and a plain red T-shirt, now he just needed to fix his hair.

He stood in front of the mirror admiring his face. He was pretty handsome if he did say so himself, with his pearly white teeth and dazzling blue eyes. He was tempted to kiss his reflection, but decided against it and instead grabbed his hair gel to style his hair. I'm going to need more gel, he thought to himself as he ran his fingers through his short blonde locks, spiking it up in an odd, gravity defying way.

Once his hair was perfectly awesome, he went downstairs into the kitchen and made himself a strawberry poptart. While he leaned against the counter eating his delicious breakfast, he thought about what he should do today. He was definitely going to take a look around his new school, get to know the area a little better and make some new friends. But what should he do before that? After all, he had woken up early, so he had a lot of time to waste.

Then it hit him. He should take the bus to school! He was originally going to drive himself there, but it would be much more fun to do something out of the ordinary. With a new goal set in mind, he finished off his poptart and grabbed all his stuff to head out the door.

He had to wear about three jackets to fight the cold. America was so much warmer than it was here but a little cold weather wasn't gonna stop him! He pulled out his phone and Googled the nearest bus stop that would take him to his school. Once he found one, he grabbed his skateboard and took off in that direction.

The trip was pretty uneventful, aside from a few people giving him weird looks. He was used to it, though. People in America gave him worse looks (probably because he was always smiling like a mad man).

Once the bust stop came into view, he did one last sick kickflip with his board and made his way to it. As he approached, he noticed there was already a boy sitting on the bench. He looked about Matthias's age, with blonde hair that was trimmed just above his ear that was clipped back with a silver cross pin. His pale skin contrasted against his dark blue coat. The thing that stood out most to Matthias, was the curl in the boy's hair that seemed to defy gravity, just like his hair.

He'll make an excellent friend , Matthias thought to himself as he jogged to the bench with a ridiculous smile on his face. He leaned his skateboard next to the bench and sat down. He smiled to the other boy, hoping he would notice his presence, but he seemed distracted. He was just sitting there staring off into the distance. Strange. But that was no problem! He would just strike up a conversation to get the boy's attention.

"Hey, my name's Matthias! What's your's?"

Lukas flinched slightly at the loud voice he hadn't realized was right next to him. No one ever came to the bus stop this early except for him, so he never expected anyone to show up. He turned to look at the grinning stranger who was dressed a bit odd. He looked close to his age, but he had never seen him before. He wasn't very social and didn't pay much attention to who was around him (besides Emil) so it made sense he wouldn't recognize him. He had no idea why this person was talking to him. He didn't even know what the person said or if he wanted a response. With the way he was smiling at him it was likely he did, though Lukas really didn't want to engage in conversation with someone he didn't know. On the assumption that the person had said something generic like 'good morning' he pressed his lips together and gave a slight nod of his head before turning away.

Matthias thought this kid was a little weird. He had practically glared at him with his icy blue eyes, though he couldn't imagine why. Matthias was friendly, he wouldn't bite! He tried not to let his smile falter as the boy's eyes scanned over him quickly. It was very slight, but the other's expression softened a bit and that was enough for Matthias to continue his quest of befriending him! He completely ignored his question though, and only nodded his head, but that was okay. He was probably just trying to play 'cool and mysterious' and was probably a popular guy at his school. That only made Matthias want to push further.

"That's cool." he replied, although he realized that might not have been the best response. The boy didn't seem to notice as the bus pulled up right as the words left Matthias's mouth.

Lukas was glad when the bus finally pulled up so he could get away from the guy who was still talking to him for some reason. The other boy stood up, too, and Lukas vaguely noticed that the guy was taller than him, but the thought quickly left his mind as he got onto the bus and moved to his usual spot in the very back.

Matthias followed the other boy who had taken his seat and began staring off into space again. Matthias wasn't going to give up that easy! He sat next to him again with another big smile and thought for a moment before speaking.

"Hey."

Curious about what this boy could possibly want from him now, Lukas glanced over to him with his usual neutral expression.

As soon as those dark blue eyes landed on Matthias, he felt a shiver go down his spine. "What's your name?" he continued.

Lukas let out an annoyed sigh. What the hell as with this guy? It was like he couldn't take a hint. He obviously wasn't going to get any sort of peace from this person, so he might as well comply with what he wanted. "Lukas."

Matthias noticed that the boy, Lukas, spoke completely monotone but with a thick Norwegian accent. It was odd considering he lived in Canada, but he himself had a Danish accent so it didn't seem too unusual. But he finally learned his name! They were one step closer to friendship, now it was time for Matthias to build up on it.

"I'm Matthias, as I told you earlier-" Lukas realized this must've been what this guy (Matthias, apparently) had said to him before. "-and my birthday is December 19th. My favorite flavor of ice cream is chocolate and my favorite colors are red and black."

What is this guy doing? Lukas thought. He was being really weird. If he wanted to give out random information about himself to strangers, then that was his business, but Lukas would have no part in it. He decided instead to pull out his phone and see if Emil has texted him yet to say he got too school safely. As soon as he opened his contacts, his phone was yanked out of his hand by Matthias.

"Great idea, Lukas! Let's exchange numbers!" Matthias said enthusiastically while he started putting his number into his new friend's phone.

Lukas sat there gaping with wide eyes. He was too stunned to grab his phone back so he allowed Matthias to continue what he was doing, but on the inside he was furious. What kind of person takes someone's phone without permission to exchange numbers?! The bus squealed to a stop and Lukas wasted no time standing up, grabbing his bag and seizing his phone back from the crazy blonde. He hastily made his way off the bus without another word, leaving Matthias sitting alone.

"See you later!" Matthias called after him. He wasn't sure if Lukas heard him since he had left so fast, but it didn't matter. He would be able to talk to him later.

Lukas tried his very best to ignore the vibrating in his pocket, but it was extremely difficult. Just when it would stop and he would go back to concentrating on his work, it would go off again. To avoid getting more suspicious glares from his teachers, he turned off his phone. It was probably one of the best ideas he's ever had. He was finally allowed some peace and was able to get his work done.

When the bell rang for lunch, he decided to see who was texting him and why. He had a feeling he knew who it was, but it was better to check to be sure. He stood against a wall away from other students and pulled out his phone, keeping it mostly concealed with his blue coat. He turned his phone back on and scrolled through the very few contacts he had. There weren't any messages from his father or Emil, so it only had to be he person he was dreading it was. He frowned and clicked the contact titled "Matthias" with a bunch of firework emojis next to it. There were tons of messages.

Matthias: Hey what are you doing right now?

Matthias: Wanna be friends?

Matthias: Do you wanna hand out sometime?

Matthias: I heard there was a really cool skate park around here! We should go together!

Matthias: :)

Matthias: Why won't you answeeeeeerrrrrrr meeeeeeee?

Matthias: Oh, are you in class?

Matthias: Where you do you live?

Lukas stared a his phone. This guy really didn't know how to take a hint!

Lukas: Stop texting this number.

Matthias: Ah, so you've finally replied.

Matthias: I'm not going to stop until you like me, friendo

Lukas: There is something seriously wrong with you

Lukas just wanted to get that last message sent before he deleted the number and turned his phone back off. He didn't have time for that strange kid, nor did he want to get involved with him. Lukas wasn't joking when he said that there was seriously something wrong with him. At first he was a little worried about being mean to a (what he assumed to be) clinically insane person but after he asked 'where do you live' he just didn't care anymore. He had other things to worry about.

He shoved his phone back in his pocket and headed off to class.

He attended all his other classes but he couldn't really focus. His mind kept drifting off to his brother and Sinthia. God, he really didn't want to go home, not after what happened last night. And he knew today it would be worse.

The last bell rang and school was finally over. Lukas got up from his seat, packed up all his stuff and left the school, avoiding all the other students that were piling out of their classrooms. Out of fear of running into that lunatic again on the bus, he opted to walk home instead. It didn't even occur to him that it would take longer to get home. His mind was elsewhere.

He kept a steady pace as his eye darted everywhere to his surroundings. Today was like any other day it would be in Norway. Cold, despite the sun that was out and the very little clouds in the sky. Lukas walked passed the familiar houses that were on his street and at one he got a little wet because the sprinklers were on and he hadn't noticed how close he was. He was so distracted and he knew why.

Lukas reached the white and light blue house and stopped. To anyone else, this would seem like a very beautiful house, with its many rose bushes dotting the front yard and climbing roses that led up the front of the house to his bedroom window. He stood there for a minute just staring at the house. He knew he had to go in but he wanted to stall from just a few more minutes. It would no doubt be a long night for him and he wanted too put it off for as long as possible. Already his body was betraying him and he could feel his hands tremble. He needed to keep up his neutral appearance. He took a deep breath to calm himself down. Finally, brought together his courage and walked inside.

He opened the door and and walked in. He saw Sinthia get up from where she was sitting and slam her paperback book on the coffee table in front of her. The look on her face made him freeze but he refused to show any emotion.

"You were suppose to be here at 4:30, not 5:16!" she yelled.

The littlest things often made Sinthia angry. Ever since Emil was born she had become a control freak, and he was the one she targeted. Lukas knew he would have new brusies to cover up tomorrow.

Matthias was disappointed that he wasn't able to see his new friend at the bus after school. He hoped he would get a chance to ask what the last text message he sent meant.

I mean, why would he think something's wrong with me? he thought to himself as he watched the moving scenery fly past him. When the bus stopped at the bus stop he had been at this morning, he got off and began to skate back home in the cold weather. He looked around at the neighborhood he was in, admiring all the houses. It was a nice neighborhood with nice front yards and a good environment for small children to play in. He came to a stop with on foot on the ground and the other on his board when he was in front of a house he particularly liked.

It was a light blue house with a white door and white trimming around the windows. it had two stories with a dark brown roof. His favorite thing about the house were the rose bushes that climbed their way up the house to the windows. To his left was a white mail box that had "Bondevik" written in bold black letters. Matthias assumed Bondevik was the family's last name. He smiled and wondered for a moment what kind of family lived there.

Matthias stopped staring after a few minutes because he didn't want to be seen and have the people in that neighborhood think he was a creep. He pushed himself away with his foot and was speeding down the sidewalk again.

When he finally got to his own house, he walked in and locked it. He looked around at his empty home and sighed. He needed something to do to keep himself from being bored, but he didn't feel like doing anything. He didn't want to eat or sleep and he definitely didn't want to do his homework. He went upstairs to his bedroom and flopped down on his bed. There was so much he had wanted to do today but now all that sounded boring.

His thoughts slowly drifted to Lukas, the boy he met at the bus stop this morning. Man, he was glad he decided to go there today. He really wanted to talk to him. Even though he acted emotionless, his dark blue eyes were filled with sadness and Matthias wanted to find out why.

He furrowed his brow and frowned. So far Lukas didn't really seem to like him. That meant he would need to build some trust with him so he would open up a bit. He decided his new goal would be to text Lukas as often as possible until the two of them became friends.

A/N: Sorry this was updated at 11:30 but hey it's not 12:00 yet so technically it's still Monday! Please follow and review! See you next week!