BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!
Chris slammed his hand over his alarm clock and sat up. He rubbed at his eyes, trying to wake up as he kicked off his covers. He swung his legs over and stood up, wincing at how cold everything in the room was. It made him wish that he had decided to keep his and Nicky's old room instead of moving into Luke's old room. Their room had always been warm.
He stretched and headed toward the bathroom to clean up. On the way, he passed Nicky's room, which was blaring out rap music. He banged on the wall. "Turn it off, it's too early in the damn morning!" He yelled out to Nicky, only answered by the music getting turned up. "Ass." He murmured as he walked into the bathroom.
-Later-
He was ready for school more than an hour before it started. The guy looked good in his stone washed jeans, white Adidas, and grey shirt with a blue and white line going across it. As much as he hated to admit it, he knew he looked more than a bit like a prep. He couldn't help it. He liked the clothes, but he hated the title that came with it. And to the fact he liked to play sports only added to it.
He sat at his desk finishing up his Economics homework. He wasn't one to stay up all night doing homework, but he was one to wake up early to get it done. Besides, he was usually pretty tired after practice. (Especially since the league games were coming up fast. The coaches had been working them all raw.) After another ten minutes of re-reading the chapter and answering questions, he put them all away in his folder and then shoved his folder into his backpack with his Econ and Trig books.
He swung his backpack on and looked around his spotless, perfectly neat room for anything else he would need. 'Don't have practice since it's a short day, so I don't need my bag.' He thought to himself. 'I already packed away my English report rough draft disks for class. Don't need my Spanish book today, art book is in my locker. Got my wallet, my keys, ear ring (sliver stud in left ear.), got my ne-' He felt around his throat and looked over to his nightstand. "Necklace." He said out loud as he grabbed it off of the picture frame he kept it on.
The picture frame, just behind his alarm clock, had two pictures of him and his girlfriend, Grace. The one on the bottom showed them eight years younger, him nine her six, as they faced the camera on a tire swing. The upper picture was of them in formal ware at the Junior Prom. He clasped his necklace on behind him on his way out. The necklace was a dual present that they had given to each other for their fourth anniversary, the first year they had been dating out in the open. They had gotten each other YingYang necklaces that were completed when they got put together. He had been so relieved when Grace was finally old enough for him to date in front of their parents. It had been hard to keep it a secret from everyone. (Though Nicky, Beth, Dom, and Teresa had figured it out on their own and had simply never said anything.) He rubbed his half of the YingYang and smiled. He liked being able to wear it out in the open.
He left his room to go downstairs and eat breakfast, carefully shutting his door behind him. At the same time, Nicky opened his door and walked out. The two of them stared at each other for a few seconds. When they were kids, you could barely tell them apart. Nowadays they were so different you wouldn't think they were siblings, let alone identical twins. Chris nodded in greetings to Nicky as he went downstairs. Nicky stayed upstairs and just stared on at him stoically.
Chris wasn't quite sure when, but he and Nicky had drifted to polar ends of each other and never seemed to talk anymore. It bugged him more than he let on, but Nicky wasn't being cooperative. It seemed like he resented Chris, and sometimes Nicky was just too much for him to deal with.
He went into the kitchen and made himself a bowl of cereal as his dad prepared to leave. He and his dad had a pretty good relationship. Chris behaved pretty well, and Danny knew alot about what was going on in his son's life. The same went with his Mom. Despite how hectic school got, home was pretty good for him, and he was thankful for it.
-Later-
He got to school early, as usual, and started cleaning up his locker. He was trying to get rid of the left over boy band stickers the last occupant had forgotten to remove at the end of the year. Chris knew he looked more than a bit ridiculous, him a big bad football player leaning into the locker trying to clean it up like a friggin' maid. But he knew if he didn't, his anal retentive side would go homicidal. He heard laughter from behind him and looked over his shoulder, ready to tell his team mates off. When he saw who it was, his mood softened as he fake glared at her. "What are you laughin' at?"
Gracie shut her mouth and tried to hide her smirk. "Nothing, nothing at all." She told him as she failed to keep her face straight and started laughing again. Chris straightened up and slammed the door to his locker shut. Gracie pouted a bit and put her arm partly around his waist. "Oh, c'mon. Girls like a guy who can clean up after himself. Cleans the dishes, does the laundry, puts the toilet seat down and the whole nine yards. It's kinda sexy." She told him.
He smirked and put a hand under her chin to raise her head up. "That so, hm?" He whispered before he kissed her. The two of them were occupied for a little while before they were interrupted.
"Get a room!"
They broke apart and both laughed as they looked around, spotting Beth, Dom, and Teresa turning the corner as they took off like the culprits they were. Chris shook his head as the ten minute bell rang. He walked Grace to her class.
"So, did you do your homework?" He asked her lightly.
She winced. "Uh....." She murmured as she shrugged. He sighed. "Grrrrrrrraaaaaaaaacccccciiiiieeeeeeee..." He moaned out. She hit his shoulder. "Yes, I did my homework. Don't worry." She assured him.
"I have every reason to worry. You don't pass your classes, you can't go out and date. Your miserable, I'm miserable." He reasoned out as they got to her class.
"I know, I know!" She answered as they kissed again. When they broke off, he looked down and glanced at her necklace, the one that matched his. "See you at lunch." She told him as she went into class. He watched her get into her seat before he went off to his first period.
He wasn't fond of English. He wasn't all that creative and writing came hard for him. It wasn't a good class to have first thing in the morning, but it was the only way to get the rest of his schedule to work.
He turned the corner to go down to the portables and crashed into a freshmen kid a bit. "Oh, sorry... Didn't mean to..." The kid mumbled out hurriedly as he bent to pick up his books. Chris bent as well to help him out. "No, my fault, sorry." He told the kid as he handed him his books. The kid looked at him suspiciously as he took the books from him. He nodded and pushed up his glasses as he practically ran away.
Chris sighed. The one thing he really hated about sports was that it gave him a bad rep sometimes. Though he knew there were some stereo typical jocks out there, he knew he was not anything like them. He didn't haze other kids, he didn't drink, he didn't sleep around, and he got decent grades on his own skill, not on curve. He was a good kid and tried to act like it, but it got hard to when everyone expected him to behave another way. He shook his head as he reached his English class and took his seat in the front, too upset to chat with the friends he had in the class. He pulled out his English binder with his disks and waited for class to start. He glanced at the clock and tried to be optimistic.
'Four years of acting good has to pay off sometime...'
Coming Attractions:
The Bad Boy
Chris's info:
Age: 18 Grade: 12 If you haven't guessed already, he is on the varsity foot ball team and he is also on the basketball team.
Chris slammed his hand over his alarm clock and sat up. He rubbed at his eyes, trying to wake up as he kicked off his covers. He swung his legs over and stood up, wincing at how cold everything in the room was. It made him wish that he had decided to keep his and Nicky's old room instead of moving into Luke's old room. Their room had always been warm.
He stretched and headed toward the bathroom to clean up. On the way, he passed Nicky's room, which was blaring out rap music. He banged on the wall. "Turn it off, it's too early in the damn morning!" He yelled out to Nicky, only answered by the music getting turned up. "Ass." He murmured as he walked into the bathroom.
-Later-
He was ready for school more than an hour before it started. The guy looked good in his stone washed jeans, white Adidas, and grey shirt with a blue and white line going across it. As much as he hated to admit it, he knew he looked more than a bit like a prep. He couldn't help it. He liked the clothes, but he hated the title that came with it. And to the fact he liked to play sports only added to it.
He sat at his desk finishing up his Economics homework. He wasn't one to stay up all night doing homework, but he was one to wake up early to get it done. Besides, he was usually pretty tired after practice. (Especially since the league games were coming up fast. The coaches had been working them all raw.) After another ten minutes of re-reading the chapter and answering questions, he put them all away in his folder and then shoved his folder into his backpack with his Econ and Trig books.
He swung his backpack on and looked around his spotless, perfectly neat room for anything else he would need. 'Don't have practice since it's a short day, so I don't need my bag.' He thought to himself. 'I already packed away my English report rough draft disks for class. Don't need my Spanish book today, art book is in my locker. Got my wallet, my keys, ear ring (sliver stud in left ear.), got my ne-' He felt around his throat and looked over to his nightstand. "Necklace." He said out loud as he grabbed it off of the picture frame he kept it on.
The picture frame, just behind his alarm clock, had two pictures of him and his girlfriend, Grace. The one on the bottom showed them eight years younger, him nine her six, as they faced the camera on a tire swing. The upper picture was of them in formal ware at the Junior Prom. He clasped his necklace on behind him on his way out. The necklace was a dual present that they had given to each other for their fourth anniversary, the first year they had been dating out in the open. They had gotten each other YingYang necklaces that were completed when they got put together. He had been so relieved when Grace was finally old enough for him to date in front of their parents. It had been hard to keep it a secret from everyone. (Though Nicky, Beth, Dom, and Teresa had figured it out on their own and had simply never said anything.) He rubbed his half of the YingYang and smiled. He liked being able to wear it out in the open.
He left his room to go downstairs and eat breakfast, carefully shutting his door behind him. At the same time, Nicky opened his door and walked out. The two of them stared at each other for a few seconds. When they were kids, you could barely tell them apart. Nowadays they were so different you wouldn't think they were siblings, let alone identical twins. Chris nodded in greetings to Nicky as he went downstairs. Nicky stayed upstairs and just stared on at him stoically.
Chris wasn't quite sure when, but he and Nicky had drifted to polar ends of each other and never seemed to talk anymore. It bugged him more than he let on, but Nicky wasn't being cooperative. It seemed like he resented Chris, and sometimes Nicky was just too much for him to deal with.
He went into the kitchen and made himself a bowl of cereal as his dad prepared to leave. He and his dad had a pretty good relationship. Chris behaved pretty well, and Danny knew alot about what was going on in his son's life. The same went with his Mom. Despite how hectic school got, home was pretty good for him, and he was thankful for it.
-Later-
He got to school early, as usual, and started cleaning up his locker. He was trying to get rid of the left over boy band stickers the last occupant had forgotten to remove at the end of the year. Chris knew he looked more than a bit ridiculous, him a big bad football player leaning into the locker trying to clean it up like a friggin' maid. But he knew if he didn't, his anal retentive side would go homicidal. He heard laughter from behind him and looked over his shoulder, ready to tell his team mates off. When he saw who it was, his mood softened as he fake glared at her. "What are you laughin' at?"
Gracie shut her mouth and tried to hide her smirk. "Nothing, nothing at all." She told him as she failed to keep her face straight and started laughing again. Chris straightened up and slammed the door to his locker shut. Gracie pouted a bit and put her arm partly around his waist. "Oh, c'mon. Girls like a guy who can clean up after himself. Cleans the dishes, does the laundry, puts the toilet seat down and the whole nine yards. It's kinda sexy." She told him.
He smirked and put a hand under her chin to raise her head up. "That so, hm?" He whispered before he kissed her. The two of them were occupied for a little while before they were interrupted.
"Get a room!"
They broke apart and both laughed as they looked around, spotting Beth, Dom, and Teresa turning the corner as they took off like the culprits they were. Chris shook his head as the ten minute bell rang. He walked Grace to her class.
"So, did you do your homework?" He asked her lightly.
She winced. "Uh....." She murmured as she shrugged. He sighed. "Grrrrrrrraaaaaaaaacccccciiiiieeeeeeee..." He moaned out. She hit his shoulder. "Yes, I did my homework. Don't worry." She assured him.
"I have every reason to worry. You don't pass your classes, you can't go out and date. Your miserable, I'm miserable." He reasoned out as they got to her class.
"I know, I know!" She answered as they kissed again. When they broke off, he looked down and glanced at her necklace, the one that matched his. "See you at lunch." She told him as she went into class. He watched her get into her seat before he went off to his first period.
He wasn't fond of English. He wasn't all that creative and writing came hard for him. It wasn't a good class to have first thing in the morning, but it was the only way to get the rest of his schedule to work.
He turned the corner to go down to the portables and crashed into a freshmen kid a bit. "Oh, sorry... Didn't mean to..." The kid mumbled out hurriedly as he bent to pick up his books. Chris bent as well to help him out. "No, my fault, sorry." He told the kid as he handed him his books. The kid looked at him suspiciously as he took the books from him. He nodded and pushed up his glasses as he practically ran away.
Chris sighed. The one thing he really hated about sports was that it gave him a bad rep sometimes. Though he knew there were some stereo typical jocks out there, he knew he was not anything like them. He didn't haze other kids, he didn't drink, he didn't sleep around, and he got decent grades on his own skill, not on curve. He was a good kid and tried to act like it, but it got hard to when everyone expected him to behave another way. He shook his head as he reached his English class and took his seat in the front, too upset to chat with the friends he had in the class. He pulled out his English binder with his disks and waited for class to start. He glanced at the clock and tried to be optimistic.
'Four years of acting good has to pay off sometime...'
Coming Attractions:
The Bad Boy
Chris's info:
Age: 18 Grade: 12 If you haven't guessed already, he is on the varsity foot ball team and he is also on the basketball team.