7 Deadly Sins of Joseph Anza
Joseph Anza has been a naughty boy. A collection of fanfics showing the 7 Deadly Capital Sins.

Yes, what was I thinking writing slash? XD I just like Wayne. And since Joseph's my favorite character... well, I just wanted to try pairing them. And I know Aspen is a place. I just used that as his second name to allude to his eyes. It's the most enchanting feature of any person for me.

And this is going to be short. And more lighthearted than the earlier chapters.

Oh, and remember:

I do not own Fillmore! and any of its characters. What I'm writing is merely a time passer and a medium of entertainment for the readers. I will not be responsible for people that read content that they are not to read, because I will state directly what things you can expect from the fanfic.

SLOTH
"Laziness is nothing more than the habit of resting before you get tired."

Joseph Anza was not exactly a hard worker. He was pretty spoiled, and did most things effortlessly. He got good grades without seriously studying. His teachers were complaining about his unused potential. He was in all the AP classes X offered, but he was just so goddamned lazy. Usually an incentive would help, but it was hard to come up with them since he could get pretty much anything he wanted.

Today was the start of the week-long Spring Break. Unfortunately, that meant parties. Three, at the least, in that one week, since his Parisian-born mother was a fashion designer. And well, she got invited to the releases of spring collections. She always insisted that her family come along. He wasn't too big on fashion, because clothes were meant to be worn and protect the wearer. Sure, maybe look good too, but did a seasonal collection need to come out all the time? And yes, he'd attend his mother's launches, but not the others'. He barely knew anyone there, save his family and maybe some relatives.

So, this spring break, he decided to skip one of the parties while feigning illness. All he wanted was to sleep. The day before, he'd stayed till seven in the evening at X to finish updating the database, which everyone else had neglected to update. So it was his job since he was early that day. Then, he had not one, not two, but three very long, very tiring chases that day. Heck, he was tired. He deserved the rest.

His brother frowned at him, while he sat in his room, drinking some hot tea. "You're faking it, bro."

Joseph grinned. "Jealous?"

He gave him a dark glare. "Hell yeah. I don't see how you thought of this before I did."

Joseph laughed, then coughed, just in case his parents heard. "I'm a fucking genius, Jared."

Jared rolled his eyes. He threw a pillow at Joseph. "Damn you." he said. "Just wait. I'll find a reason tomorrow."

"Yeah you will." said Joseph, snickering.

"Jared!" called the voice of his mother from downstairs. "Let's go, Chanel awaits!"

He rolled his eyes. "She has a seat reserved for God's sake. Bye, Joseph." he said, shutting the door. "Bastard." he added, before the door closed. Joseph laughed, and fell asleep.

The bright sunlight of only the morning, shone into his bedroom. Joseph rubbed his eyes, and got up, shoving off the pillow on top of him. 8:07, read the large blue digits of his alarm clock. He grabbed his towel and took a shower.

He walked downstairs after changing, and no surprise, saw Jared already making himself some coffee and microwaving some leftover banana bread their mother made the day before. He noticed Joseph, and smirked.

"Well good morning, Jay-babe. How was your sleep?" he asked, somewhat in a mocking tone. How in the bloody hell did he know about Ariella's--

Jared laughed, noticing his brother's shocked appearance. "Well, I met this amazing girl Ariella," he said, emphasizing her name. Joseph cringed. Sneaky bastard. "and, she simply said the most wonderful things about you. You see, she's only a year younger than me, and she told me how good you were in--"

"Hey!" yelled Joseph, interjecting. "What the hell?"

Jared burst out laughing. "I think I need to watch out for you more than Asceline, Joseph."

"But we never did-- that, we only-- I mean--" stammered Joseph.

"A-ha! You do have a girlfriend! I'm telling mom!" he yelled, running out of the kitchen.

Joseph groaned. Note to self, NEVER. EVER. Let Jared go alone to these fashion gigs.

The only way to stop being lazy is to get moving.