Edit: fixed a FUCK ton of spelling/grammar errors. Like, what the hell there was so many. What the fuck.

Edit Edit: FIXED EVEN MORE. I'M NEVER WRITING ON MY PHONE EVER AGAIN.

It was 4 AM, and most people weren't up at such an ungodly hour. However, Toris liked to wake up early, and did so as often as he could (though, there were a few times that he wouldn't even get an ounce of sleep, Toris liked to think of himself as an early bird by heart). He smiled contently, as he swung his blanket in the air, and watched as it clung back to his bed. He tucked his messy bed sheets under his mattress. Toris carefully placed his pillows off the bed, as he continued to make his bed. After finishing, he placed the pillows right back on, and continued with his morning routine.

Toris always liked to shower in mornings, as he believed this help waked him up a little.

Out of all his brothers, Toris was the one who usually woke up first. Next up, was his youngest brother, Raivis. Raivis, just like Eduard, came from a previous girlfriend of their dad, so they were all only half-related. Their dad had made some dumb decisions in his younger life, but in the end, got custody of his kids (it did help with the fact that Toris's mom and Raivis's mom didn't really want the two to begin with).

Raivis showered at night, so all he needed to do was get dressed. Often times he'd wear sweaters over collared shirts, much like Toris. Eduard, however, preferred to wear collared shirts over vests, or oven a nice peacoat or blazer. All in all, it was like a family full of nerds.

Raivis walked over to the bathroom groggily, he still wasn't used to waking up so early. Being a freshman and all, he had to get up and hour earlier than he did back in middle school. So far, it proved to be difficult, but he'd only been late once so far (and almost late practically every day).

Eduard was usually the last to wake up, as he usually would set multiple alarms (that were insanely loud) set throughout the middle of the night (that would usually end up waking Toris, who'd have to get Eduard's phone and turn it off). Miraculously, Eduard was somehow ale to sleep through a good chunk of them. However, he usually did get ready in time, as he would often lay out his clothes the night before (unlike Raivis, who would just quickly throw on something in the morning). What also contributed to Eduard's sleeping in was the fact that he'd stay up watching random videos on the internet, and basically procrastinate going to sleep.

Despite their different sleeping patterns, these three brothers got along — for the most part. Sure they'd argue, and to be honest, Toris was more like a mother than a brother, but they made it work.

Toris had just gotten out of the shower, and dressed himself in a green sweater and a nice pair of green slacks, looking like a Librarian. He was brushing his teeth as Raivis knocked gently, and Toris spat the toothpaste out of his mouth, rinsed his tooth brush, and let him in.

After showering, Toris would throw on his apron and prepare breakfast for him and his brothers. On today's menu, was a breakfast favorite of him and his brothers: potato pancakes.

As he finished preparing the breakfast, Eduard had walked in. Oddly enough, the buttons on his shirt were poorly buttoned, and he looked as if he had seen a ghost.

"Hey..." Eduard narrowed his eyes as he stared at Toris.

Toris raised a brow at his brother, "Eduard? You alright? You look a bit disheveled." Eduard was usually in a good mood, however he looked like shit.

"...I had a nightmare." Eduard looked to be deep in thought. He shifted uncomfortably in his spot, and kept looking towards the front door in the corner of his eyes.

Toris's features softened; he knew how stressful nightmares could be. "I'm sorry to hear that. I hope you feel better."

"...Thanks." Eduard bit his lip, avoiding all eye contact with Toris. "I'm going to go to school early." Eduard carefully made his way to the door, and Toris watched as he did so.

"Oh? But I just made breakfast. And school doesn't start-" before Toris could finish, Eduard had already slammed the door shut.

"...For another hour." Toris blinked. Well, that had certainly been odd. Eduard usually left with Toris and Raivis, with fifteen minutes till the first bell rung, as the three lived very close to the school.

"Did Eduard just leave?" Raivis walked in, rubbing his tired eye's, wearing an oversized long sleeved shirt.

"Yeah..." Toris nodded slowly, and shook his head. "Maybe he's making up a test?" Toris wondered aloud, as he fixed a plate for himself and Raivis.

Raivis just nodded, "or maybe he's in trouble."

Toris and Raivis looked at each other for a few seconds, then the two burst out laughing.

Eduard. In trouble. That had to be a joke. Still, Toris did wonder why his brother was in such a hurry, and so early in the morning, too. What if he was hurt? What if he was secretly a drug dealer, and was dealing his first crack of the day?

Endless possibilities of Eduard's whereabouts at the crack of dawn filled Toris's mind. He took a seat at the dining room table, his younger brother joining him, and he just hoped that wherever Eduard was, he was alright.

It had been 8:00 AM when Feliks had finally woken up. There are a few things the Polish boy will do upon waking up: first, he will close his eyes, then stretch a little bit. After that, he will wonder what time it is, and open his eyes to glance at his alarm clock... Subsequently, he will freak out at the time shown, as it's almost always obscenely later than the time school starts.

At this point, Feliks shouldn't have been surprised, but he was really trying, especially since administration was on his ass, constantly sending letters addressed to the 'parent or guardian of Feliks Lukasiewicz'. He always made sure to shred those before his dad came home from work, and whenever they called the house phone Feliks would put his acting skills to the test.

It's not as if Feliks feared his dad. He was more indifferent towards him, in fact. The two were from different planes of existence, as when Feliks came home from school he was already gone for work. His dad liked to go out a lot, and sometimes he'd come home drunk, and let's just say his opinion of Felik's 'lifestyle' would come to light in these moments of pure intoxication.

But it was whatever to Feliks, though it actually wasn't because it sort of pissed him off, because he couldn't help it! He couldn't help that he talked like a valley girl, loved to wear dresses, and was obsessed with all things pink and deemed 'girly'. Those were part of who he was, and not due to the fact that he liked boys. Besides, it shouldn't matter that he liked boys right now — Feliks was unable to like any boy for the time being, as most of them at his school sucked.

I mean, he didn't necessarily need to meet them at school. Perhaps he could meet them at a coffee shop, where a totally hot server would spill coffee on him, apologize, and Feliks would be so pissed off, until he gazed into his enchanting eyes, and luscious locks, that he'd sit there, mouth hung agape, and, and...

Okay, so he was a hopeless romantic. Someday, his prince would come, and until then, he'd be dreaming about. Maybe that's why he always slept in — he was too busy dreaming.

Whatever it was, Feliks was too tired to care. He quickly threw on a pink shirt and jeans, and slipped on some matching pink shoes (but not before putting on socks, you heathens). Usually Feliks would think long and hard curating an outfit for the day, but today was one of his lazier days. Plus, if his father woke up, he'd risk running into him. Quickly, he swung on his green backpack, and bolted (quietly) out the door.

Toris had waited outside his new second period during brunch. He would've sat with his old friends, but Ivan was with them and he'd rather not have to deal with that. Originally, he had intro to business second period, but found it boring and switched to creative writing. There was only an opening for creative writing in the second semester, so to accommodate that they switched his English class from second semester to his current semester (block schedule was weird). He had honestly only taken the class to get more math credits, just because he was an overachiever, not that he needed the credits as he was doing exceptionally well in his studies.

Toris felt awkward standing outside the classroom, as he had nobody to talk to, and he didn't bring his phone with him to school so he could pretend to be texting someone. He glanced up, pretending to be lost in thought, but all he was thinking about was how he wished the bell for class would just start already.

Meanwhile, a certain Polish boy had been running towards that particular class, silently hoping that the class hadn't started already. However, upon seeing kids hanging out in the quad, he realized it was brunch and that he had all the time in the world. Much calmer now, Feliks walked to class, not bothering to look for Elisabeta as she was most definitely waiting over ar her class on the opposite side of the campus. Ugh, they were like Romeo and Juliet, except they weren't.

As Feliks walked to class, he noticed a long haired devil in the distance. He stood by a nearby tree outside the classroom, and Feliks smiled awkwardly as he stood on the opposite side of the tree. He hadn't recalled him in his class, or seeing him around school at all. Maybe he could make friends with this guy — after all, it was pretty painful hating everyone in your class.

"Oh, hi." Tree boy smiled, tucking a piece of his brown hair behind his ear. "Um, this is Mr. Smith's class, right?"

"Uh-huh," Feliks nodded, "are you new here?" he asked, looking at the boy up and down. He was a full head taller than Feliks, which came to no surprise, seeing as Feliks was unnaturally short for someone his age. Okay, a bit of an exaggeration, but you get the picture.

The boy blinked. Had he seriously not remembered? "No, I've been going here since freshman year. Just got my schedule changed is all." He smiled awkwardly, "my name is Toris, by the way." He extended his hand for a handshake, and Feliks had to control his urge to stifle a laugh. This guy was so serious!

Feliks gave him a sly smile, "Feliks." He shook Toris's hand vigorously, much to Toris's dismay.

"N-Nice to meet you." Toris withdrew his hand, and letting them fall to his sides. As the bell rang signaling class, Feliks dashed inside, Toris trailing behind him. Toris was a bit annoyed at Feliks, but didn't let it bother him. It had been a long time ago, after all. It was unfair to expect him to remember.

But still...

Toris walked over to the teacher's desk. "Hi, um, I was just wondering—where do I sit?"

The teacher pointed over to the seat next to Feliks's, "you and I are both lucky. That Arthur kid transferred out of my class. And Feliks's is one of my better students."

Toris deadpanned as he looked over to Feliks, who shrugged. He couldn't believe he was going to sit next to him.

"Thank God, the guy who originally sat in your spot was a total loser." Feliks grinned, "Also, can I like, borrow a pencil?"

"Uh, yeah, sure." Toris dug through his backpack, and Feliks's eyes widened as he stared at Toris's backpack.

"Oh my GOD!" Feliks pointed at Toris's backpack, "your backpack is pink. That's like, my favorite color."

"Oh, um, thank you." Toris responded, blushing a bit from embarrassment. "Here." He handed Feliks a pencil that had little cartoon characters on it, then noticed Feliks's backpack that he had set down on the floor.

"And your backpack is green..." Toris smiled.

"Yeah, it's a little ugly, I know." Feliks shrugged.

Toris gave an awkward laugh, "actually, that's my favorite color."

Before Feliks's could respond, the teacher got up from his desk, and as Toris looked around the room, he noticed that most of the seats had been filled. He hadn't realized, and felt embarrassed for being so absorbed in his conversation.

"Class, today you are going to be getting-"

"Yo! Where's Arthur?" Alfred was raising his hand as he spoke, ignoring the fact that the teacher hadn't even called on him.

Mr. Smith sighed, "he switched out."

"FUCK yes..." Alfred cheered silently, and the teacher rolled his eyes.

"Anyways, today you all will be picking your groups for your reading project. Remember, the list of books you can read will be in the class OneNote. You can get into groups of four or five." Mr. Smith explained, "all right, get moving."

Toris stared at Alfred from the other side of the room, and Feliks scooted his desk closer to Toris. Alfred, noticing Toris's intense stare, walked over to him.

Well, that had been three.

As Alfred walked over to Feliks and Toris, he yanked his brother, Matthew, from the corner of the room. Toris hadn't even realized Matthew was in this class, and neither did Feliks.

"Hey Toris, and..." Alfred looked at Feliks for a minute, trying to see if he could recall his name. "Filip."

"Fuck you." Feliks rolled his eyes, and Alfred shrugged.

"Hi Toris, Feliks." Matthew waved shyly. Feliks smiled and Toris waved back.

"Guess this is our group then. I'm alright with this." Toris smiled. Working with these people should be interesting.

"Not so fast, I'm joining you people." Yao Wang, another face Toris had recognized, sat in an empty desk by them.

"Whaaat? I thought you were going to be with Gilbert, Francis, Antonio, and Lovino." Alfred crossed his arms.

"I lost to Sisia. You know they think she's so cute." Yao crossed his arms with a huff.

"They're right though." Matthew smiled shyly, and Alfred poked his brother's cheeks.

"Someone's got a cruuuushh!~" Alfred teased.

"N-No! That's not it, she's just a very nice girl! Ack!" Matthew swatted at Alfred.

"Basch will totally kill you." Feliks smirked.

"So are we going to pick a book, or what?" Yao tightened his ponytail, and glared at everyone. "Stop playing games, this is a project!"

"Ok, ok, sheesh Yao. Somebody shitted in your cereal." Alfred huffed. All Toris could do was laugh awkwardly, and silently pray that this project would not end up in flames.

Alfred looked scrolled through his OneNote on his phone, "hey, I know, why don't we read History of America: Tales From The Greatest?"

Feliks, Toris, Matthew and Yao all groaned at the same time. They should probably all join synchronized swimming.

This project was going to be a fucking nightmare.

Upon arriving home, Toris immediately flung himself on the couch. His last two periods, algebra and ag chem & soil, were much more bearable than his second period English. After arguing over what book to read, they all finally came to an agreement: A Christmas Carol. Toris had agreed only because he had read the book before, and he seemed to be the backbone of this project.

Toris didn't like taking naps, but usually found them impossible not to take,. Naps were like a drug — he probably should stop at some point in order to focus on the many other aspects of his life, but all hr wanted to do was take drugs and worry sboua the vonsewconseq and impact it had on himself and others later.

As he closed his eyes, he wondered about his brothers, Raivis and Eduard. Raivis had gone next door to play with Peter and Averick, his friends who were 'stuck in eighth grade'. He hoped his brother Rsivis would make more friends, as he often complained about his lack of friends in his classes.

Then, his mind wandered to Eduard, partivulpart to his encounter with him earlier this morning. What if Eduard was being bullied? Toris's mind recalled threats that had been made towards him, and ones aimed at his brothers. If Eduard and Raivis were in danger, surely they'd tell him, right?

Toris may have not looked like it, but he could (and would) kick ass, if absolutely necessary. He just hoped that nothing would have to come to that point.

Anxiously, he wondered if he should call Eduard, just to make sure he was okay. Then he remembered that choir club meets on Thursdays, and felt much better after that. Now he could go to sleep with a clear conscience, knowing that his brother must be singing his heart out right now.

Then he remembered he had promised Eduard he'd come to the next meeting. Toris had been meaning to, but had spent too much time thinking about his homework and chores. He didn't give much thought to after school activities and it showed.

Maybe he could put his shoes back on and run back to school to join him.

...

Before he could even get up, the Lithuanian was already fast asleep. He wasn't aware of it, but he actually deserved to take a nap, as the past weeks had been nothing but stress on the poor guy.

Additionally, Eduard, the choir club's secretary, was nowhere near the club at all. In fact, he hadn't even sent out a club remind at all.

All this would go unknown to Toris, as he rested his tired eyes, sleeping soundly as dreams were filled of nothing but a good future for him and his brothers. Toris considered himself a pretty stressed out person, but life was only going to get messier from here.

And with a mess comes an unwanted amount of stress.

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