A/N Hey guys, thank you to everyone who reviewed the last chapter. I promise i have something good planned for the next chapter. This is just a short chapter to show their differences and such things. Also, as usual, Captain Symmetry (finally) Beta'd this.

Also, i went back to school this week. So if updates take longer, that's why. Enjoy.x

BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP…

Jane rolled over to face away from her alarm clock, immediately awoken by the deafening noise. Still half asleep and with her eyes closed, she challenged herself to see how long she could go without having to move to turn it off; as per usual. Not being able to take it anymore after about 10 seconds, she rolled over and reached for the 'snooze' button on the machine, trying several times before she actually hit it. Jane opened her eyes to check the time - 7.00am. Immediately, lyrics poured into her head and she mentally sang to herself whilst returning to lie on her back and stare at the roof.

7.00am waking up in the morning, gotta be fresh gotta go downstairs, gotta have my bowl gotta have cereal, seeing everything the time is going. Ticking on and on, everybody's rushing, gotta get down to the bus stop, gotta catch my bus - I see my friends. Kicking in the front seat, sitting in the backseat, gotta make my mind up, which seat can I take? It's Thursday, Thursday, gotta go to school on Thursday- FUCK! I HATE THIS FUCKING CATCHY ASS SONG!

Jane rubbed her eyes with her fingers, and then rolled herself out of bed, making sure not to stand up too fast. She made her way to the bathroom, part of her usual morning routine. After using the toilet and washing her face and hands, moisturising both, she went back to her bedroom and began planning her attire for the day.

Panning through her wardrobe, Jane mumbled a random tune under her breath, making the room less silent. She pulled out a pair of knee-length black denim shorts, which were thinly folded at the ends. The weather forecast said it would be warm-ish… so, t-shirt? Yeah, t-shirt seems like a smart idea. She chucked the shorts on her bed, and looked through her drawers for a t-shirt. I feel like colours… I don't have that many coloured t-shirts though so… Oh, this looks cool!

Jane dressed in her black shorts, and her yellow Spongebob Squarepants t-shirt. It had an average round neckline - not too low, not too high. It was plain yellow until about a quarter of the way down the shirt, where the top of Spongebob's head started. His figure was the width of the shirt and covered it the whole way down. He was smiling, and facing the left of the shirt - it was a very uplifting shirt. She stood in the mirror, contemplating her look. It's too boring… maybe I'll add something. Hmm…

Jane moved back to her wardrobe, skimming over her collection of clothes until finally finding an accessory that she thought may work. Putting it on, she stood back in the mirror, not too sure it suited the look. Black pants, yellow top, black denim vest over the top of her shirt, left un-buttoned. Not too fancy, not daggy - I think I like it. Although, it's surely fancy for me! I'm so lame… She chuckled to herself. Turning on her straightener, she thought she'd shake things up a bit today. I'm going to straighten my hair, and it's going to look good! Dum de dum, dum dum. Gosh I like singing in my head, it actually sounds good then. Jane smirked and chuckled to herself again, deciding to put some low background music on whilst she waited for her straightener to heat up. Turning her iPod dock on and placing her iPod in it, she chose a playlist and turned the music down to 10.

The sounds of Clare de Lune filled the room, breaking the silence and making it more peaceful. She would never admit it to anyone, but she loved classical music; piano pieces that is. She loved the way it sounded, she loved picturing skilful hands playing the notes and watching them soar over the keys; she loved the feeling of conquering another piece of music, being able to play it and play it more than decently.

As Jane straightened her hair, she hummed along to every score that played. She then went on to make her way to the bathroom to brush her teeth, bringing back black eyeliner, concealer and a cotton bud back into her room. She applied the concealer under her eyes to hide her bags, which really weren't all that bad. Applying her eyeliner, she decided to only do the top lids today, not doing the bottom and using the cotton bud to tidy it up.

Putting on her socks and black converse, she grabbed her already packed bag and headed to the kitchen to grab her lunch and say goodbye to her mother before she left. "Morning, Ma." She leaned over the counter and kissed her mother on the cheek, then leaned back and grabbed her lunch; a brown paper bag, with her name messily scribbled in a black sharpie on the front.

-x-

Maura's Morning.

Maura's eyes flashed open to the sound of her alarm clock loudly buzzing beside her head. Taking a few deep breaths to fully wake herself up, she yawned and sat up straight in bed. She turned to her alarm clock lazily and switched off the alarm. 7.00am. Rubbing her eyes she daintily hopped out of bed, pointing her toes to the ground as she did so; dancer feet. Maura slowly made her way over to her en suite bathroom, shutting the door gently behind her. After using the toilet, she washed her hands and face, then moisturised all of her limbs, her face and anywhere else that felt slightly dry to her. She made her way back to her bedroom to get ready for the day.

Maura had her outfit for the day already planned, as she usually does; not that it didn't take long to pick it out. Today she had planned to wear 'not as girly' clothes as she liked to put it. She'd picked out a pair of dark grey skinny jeans, a plain white, tight tank top which had a cross pattern of the fabric at the top on the back, a baby pink short sleeved cardigan with pearl buttons, and black ballet flats with small bows on the front to top it all off.

Usually, she would wear skirts of any sort - not too short of course - or dresses. Jeans were a very rare thing for Maura, only because she felt they were too plain. Looking in the mirror now, she realised they weren't so plain and that her outfit was still somewhat girly. Maura didn't know why exactly, but after meeting Jane, she wanted to impress her. I know she'll probably never talk to me again… but if I show her I'm not that girly, maybe she'll want to talk to me. Oh Maura, you know that's rubbish, clothes don't define or change a person's personality. She probably doesn't even think of you… you'll always be plain no matter what you wear. Maura thought to herself, then audibly sighed.

Maura walked away from the mirror and decided today she would leave her hair how it was. Every day, she would straighten her naturally wavy/curly hair, just because everyone else did - this was another way Maura tried to fit in that didn't help. She loved her hair how it was naturally styled, and wasn't exactly keen on straightening it every morning. She sat at her dresser and brushed out all the knots out of her caramel blonde hair, pinning her fringe back in a styled twist.

Picking up her one of her favourite perfumes, Halle Berry's 'Reveal', she lightly sprayed her chest, and wrists. She put on her usual jewellery - a gold banded ring with an amethyst stone in the shape of a heart and small diamonds either side, which went on her ring finger on her right hand, a thin gold chain around her left wrist, and a necklace with a gold chain and small gold pendant of a tortoise with emeralds making up the tortoises' shell. Other people thought - and had actually told her - that the tortoise pendant was lame, it was never complimented; that was one thing Maura didn't care if anyone liked or not. Her mother (her adoptive mother that is) had given it to her, claiming it was once her birth mothers.

Maura picked up her already packed bag and turned anything electronic off in her room, grabbing her iPhone on the way out. She walked downstairs and grabbed her already made lunch from the fridge; a salad sandwich wrapped in gladwrap, and a small, blue container full of blueberries. She packed them in her bag and headed off for school.