Anybody who thinks that it's really unrealistic high school talk, I'm only in middle school. :) Several pop culture refrences, will be happy to explain. Thanks to all my reviewers!

Boromir and Faramir pulled up to the high school driveway. "Have a good year," said the older brother, "and don't get too many girls fawning over you. Don't drink and drive, don't smoke too much pipeweed, don't hang out with the Hobbits too much, they'll give you second-hand smoke-"

"You told me this last year, dude. C'mon, give it a rest. You're starting to sound like Dad. Or at least what he does to you..." Faramir sighed and looked out the window. "Wish I had been born first."

Boromir clomped him on the back. "Don't worry, bro. Everything works out - somehow. TGAF, that's always a relief."

"I don't think having the girls finable is going to help much with a dad problem." Faramir grabbed his backpack, black with the Gondor heraldry on it, and waited for the car to stop. They pulled up onto the sidewalk and practically in a tree. "Nice driving , bro."

"You wanted a dramatic entrance. Look at all the girls staring." He pointed. There were, in fact, a whole gang of girls staring at the black and silver H2. Including... none other than Éowyn of Rohan - Faramir's crush since seventh grade, when she had come into class with her sword. (Which was strictly forbidden in middle school, but in high school it was standard.) Lucky for him, his brother and her's were best friends, so they saw each other a lot.

But of course Boromir didn't know that, having left a year before, so when Faramir gave him a huge hug and popped out, smoothing his hair, he was bewildered. Brothers do strange things.

"Dude, like who pulled up onto the lawn?" asked Haleth, Éowyn's friend, who she drove to school. The boy, who in ninth grade, was almost as tall as Éowyn, was gangly and smart, and already had a girlfriend. Lucky him. Éowyn didn't have that distinction. "People like lasting impressions, but messing up the landscape isn't exactly what people usually do."

"Looks like Boromir's car. That means... Faramir? He doesn't usually go for that kind of thing on day one." She looked at the boy that had just jumped out of the passenger seat. His hair was cropped shoulder-length as always - the popular style with the more affluent guys of Minas Tirith. Which Faramir happened to be, thanks to the father of his. Of course, that wouldn't last - the minute he went to college, everyone knew, his father Denethor the steward would cut off financial support. It was common knowledge that the steward hated his second born.

Which was the complete opposite of every single girl on campus, who stopped and stared at the H2 pulling out, and even more at the boy who got out. He smiled like a pro, but waltzed past them. "Pretty boy alert," whispered Haleth. "I'm gonna find Idril. See ya later, Butt-Kicker." He snuck off, while Éowyn glared and began walking up the stairs. She stuck her chin out, ignored the stares of people who were wondering why she was walking away when Mr. Hottie was following her trail.

"Éowyn! Hey, what's up?" Faramir ran up the stairs out of breath. "Nice cargos."

I haven't seen him all summer and all he can do is compliment my clothes! thought Éowyn. "Uh, yeah," she said, brushing some dirt off of her black cargos. Her ensemble was perfect for her mood - black, brown and dark green. The shirt, that read: "Menace to society" in red letters on a brown and black background, was her favorite and a green sweatband completed the look. She was punked. In a good way.

She looked at him head on. He hadn't changed. Cute enough wavy hair, a t-shirt proclaiming: "You're sweet" and on the back, "F off, I've got a girlfriend!" Nice eyes, a crystalline blue color and the best hands she'd ever seen on a guy. Not meaning that she'd bothered noticing many guys' hands, but...

"What did you do this summer?" He asked, continuing to walk beside her. People stared. She gave them the look, or if she was really annoyed with them, the finger. Gods, you'd think that reading everything in the elementary school library would have given him some conversation starters. She flicked a hair that had gotten in her face.

"Not much, hung out with some guys, ate, slept, read. Emailed people," she answered. Shrug. "Trained. Kicked some fanboy's ass. Yeah. You?" They walked through the huge glass double doors into the school. He's hot, she decided. Even if he doesn't have half a brain around me. Passing the cafeteria, she waved at some guy. I hope that made his day, she thought.

Faramir sighed. "I wish I had something to say. Slept. Ate. Went to Rivendell and took a tour of the Shire. They have nice hotels." He rolled his eyes. They continued walking, nearly passing her locker by completely in silence. She turned and Faramir followed. Like a bloody puppy.

"Cool." She smiled. "See you later." Flicking the red dial around, she opened the locker and dumped her backpack in it. It smelled like Windex, just as it always did on the first day. By the second it was replaced with something between rotting Orc and sulfur.

He leaned up against the next locker's door. "You doing anything tonight?" She mentally rolled her eyes, then said, "Doubt it." Grabbing a book out of the backpack, she slammed the locker shut. "And?" Here comes the lamest line of all...

"Well, I heard that Kingdom of Valinor is supposed to be really good, so I was wondering-"

Get on with it, stinking fool! "Sure. I need something to do." She started to walk off. "See you after this bloody school day."

She could have sworn she heard a jubilant yell after she left.