Results Day

This story has been prompted by both H20xspelboundfanx and Syrah and their prompts were The twins receive their GCSE results, and there's a little bit of jealously.

Happy reading!

"Relax Jase," Robbie sighed as watched the bundle of nervous energy, otherwise known as his twin brother, out of the corner of his eye. "You'll have done great, you're dead good at school."

"You don't know that though. Just cause I did well in class doesn't mean that I did in the actual exams."

"Please shut up before I hit you," Robbie groaned, his brother's nerves making his own increase tenfold. "We all know you've passed everything, it's me that mum's worried about. She wants me to go back to sixth form so I need to pass at least five subjects, and between you and me, I don't think she even believes that I turned up to that many."

Rolling his eyes at his brother's joking tone, Jason didn't comment, instead choosing to focus on putting one foot in front of the other as the school building loomed up into sight.

"I don't even get why you're that nervous," Robbie shrugged when Jason remained silent. "We've already done like, two thirds of each subject by January, and you've passed all of that. Why wouldn't you have done for these?"

"It's not that, not really," Jason admitted after a moment. "You know how I want to do Biology, Chemistry, English and Sociology next year?"

"Yeah," Robbie nodded, they'd received their option columns for A-levels the other day and Jason had quickly filled out his in mere minutes.

"Well sociology is fine because it wasn't a GCSE option, but for English I need at least a C and a B for both sciences. And I know I've already passed English with coursework alone, but with that new teacher we got for Biology last year my grade has dropped to a C. I needed to have got an A in the last exam we did to get a B overall and I don't think I did."

Robbie mulled over Jason's words for a few moments, trying to think of the best way to support his brother. "Look, you'll be fine okay. You did loads of revision for that, there's no way you didn't get an A."

"Well, I guess there's only one way to find out." Jason said nervously, opening the school door and making his way to the table where a stack of envelopes was sat.

"Name?" One of the school secretaries asked, the boredom evident in her tone.

"Jason and Robbie Roscoe." She found the two envelopes, passing them other to the brothers.

They turned as one, making their way outside before looking at the sealed results. "You ready?" Robbie asked, biting back his nerves as Jason paled.

He nodded, and together they opened their results, reading down the subject lists hurriedly. "So?" Robbie asked Jason, though he knew it was good if his smile was anything to go by.

"Three A*s, five A's and two B's. You?"

"An A, two B's, two C's and four D's and an E. I got in to sixth form!"

Jason laughed lightly, genuinely pleased for his brother. Despite Robbie's pretences, Jason knew he had been worried about his results and he did actually want to go to sixth form.

He deserved them, Robbie had worked for his grades and though he liked people to think otherwise, he was smart.

He called up their mum, whilst Robbie dialled Joe's number into his phone. They told them their results respectively, before calling up both Freddie and Ziggy too. Their family had all sounded delighted, and Sandy had promised to make her beef bourguignon for the special occasion, despite their protesting.

The rest of the afternoon passed quickly enough, catching up with friends and either congratulating their success or comforting them if they hadn't done so well.

By the time six pm had rolled around, Robbie and Jason found themselves back home, pushing their way into the living room where the others were all sat, obviously waiting.

"Congratulations boys," Sandy said instantly, jumping up and hugging them both tightly. Once she finally released them from her iron grip, the others came over all congratulating, broad grins on their faces.

"So what did you get the A in Robbie?" Lindsey asked, perching lightly on the armchair arm.

"PE, almost got an A* too,"

"Ah, not a proper GCSE then squirt," Joe joked, ruffling his hair lightly, not noticing the way Robbie stiffened slightly.

"I did PE for A-level," Lindsey told Joe, arching an eyebrow before winking lightly at Robbie. "And I'm training to be a Doctor, still a useless qualification now?"

The family all chuckled as Joe flushed, spluttering at his girlfriend. The beeping of the oven timer thankfully interrupted his ramblings and Sandy rushed to the kitchen as the others made their way to the table.

"Thanks for inviting me Sandy," Lindsey smiled, seating herself in between Joe and Freddie.

"No problem love, it's a special occasion after all. My boys are all grown up, going to sixth form-"

"And I think we're all in collective shock that Robbie scraped enough passes to manage that," Freddie quipped, making the others laugh. Robbie forced himself to smile, though no-one seemed to notice how unconvincing it was.

"Well done though boys," Sandy said seriously once the laughter had subsided, lifting her glass of wine to toast them both. "I'm so proud of you both, you've done this family well. Cheers!"

"Cheers," the other echoed and Robbie leant back, feeling slightly more appeased. He tried to shrug off his earlier annoyance at his brothers. They were only teasing after all, he had never been the most academic of people, so their comments were fair enough.

They were proud of him though, that was what really mattered.

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Dinner was over shortly after, the family managing to choke down a substantial amount of food to keep Sandy sweet. Jason was left clearing the table with his mum, rolling his eyes at Ziggy's playful yell of "Just cause you passed your exams don't mean you're getting out of chores,".

Joe and Lindsey disappeared shortly after, slipping out the front door to go down to the park, leaving only Freddie, Ziggy and Robbie in the living room, furiously battling it out on the xbox. Robbie quickly tired of watching his two brothers furiously murdering zombies whilst he waited for his turn, left to get a drink from the kitchen, in the hopes it would be his turn when he returned.

"You've done so well baby," he heard his mum through the kitchen door, smiling as Jason audibly sighed.

"Yeah, you've said."

"I know darling, but I'm still so proud. Three A*s and five A's! That's the best in the whole family you know, you'll do so well in A-levels."

"You reckon?" Jason asked, and even without seeing his brother, Robbie could tell how nervous he was.

"Of course darling. You'll ace your subjects again and before I know it, you'll be going to a far off university leaving me and all your brothers behind."

All your brothers. Including Robbie.

The annoyance reared its ugly head once more and Robbie backed away from the kitchen, no longer feeling thirsty. Instead of making his way to the living room, he climbed up the stairs and entered his room, landing ungracefully on the bed.

This should be one of the best days of his summer, finding out he had done well for his exams with minimum failing. He had gotten into sixth form and had even done well enough to study exactly what he wanted to next year. But instead, the evening was full of comparisons.

Not a real GCSE

Surprised he scraped enough passes to get into sixth form

You'll be going to university leaving me and your brothers behind

The words swirled around in his mind and Robbie was surprised by the tears that had sprung up. He furiously wiped them away, berating himself for his stupidness. Why did he even care? It didn't matter if Jason had done better than him (it had always been a given anyway).

He didn't even care about bloody school, hell he barely turned up, and the majority of the time he spent in that hell-hole was in detention.

He suddenly yearned for his results paper, wishing desperately that he could tear it up into tiny little shreds and never have to see it again. Instead, he had to settle with punching the wall angrily, crying out as the pain made its way up his whole arm.

"What the hell bro?" Jason's shocked voice brought Robbie out of his thoughts, having seen the unprovoked attack on the wall as he entered their shared bedroom. "What are you doing?"

"None of your business," Robbie snarled, cradling his already swollen hand. "Shouldn't you be downstairs, revelling in your success?"

"I came to find you, you just disappeared on us. Mum's angry enough that Joe's gone off with Lindsey, she'll be livid if anyone else leaves."

"Well don't worry, I ain't going anywhere. Not that it bloody matters anyway."

"What are you chatting?" Jason asked, genuinely confused and closing the bedroom door behind him in the hopes that Robbie would open up.

"Nothing."

"Well it's obviously something. What's up Rob? Talk to me."

"You really are perfect aren't you?" Robbie scoffed, his eyes flashing.

"Right... I'm lost. You going to tell me what the hell is going on through your head, or you just going to leave me guessing."

"Well, perfect student, loving son and now it seems like you're a bloody therapist."

"My confusion still hasn't cleared up, so sorry if I'm being incredibly dense here, but you're going to have to go step by step for me."

The anger that Robbie had been feeling subsided slightly. He wasn't angry at Jason, his twin hadn't done anything wrong, no-one had done anything wrong actually, he was just being over-sensitive.

Jason wasn't malicious in the slightest, never threw the fact that he was better at school into Robbie's face at every passing turn, and now, when he had been a dick all night, his twin was there, desperately trying to find out what was wrong, not enjoying his own success.

He never used to mind when Jason was the brains of the family, it really didn't concern him in the slightest actually, it was the fact that it's a constant thing and it's happening again today of all days. He actually worked hard for those grades, did what he could do and hoped wholeheartedly it wouldn't be too late to make something decent out of his life.

And it hadn't been, he'd gotten more than enough to get into sixth form, hell he'd only failed maths. But because Jason did so much better, outstanding the family with his brilliant grades, he was once more left out in the rain.

It sucked, sure no-one said it to his face but he knew what they were thinking. They saw him as a failure, maybe if it had just been him, if there hadn't been any one to compare him to it would have been different, But there was. And it was Jason.

Before he knew it, his thoughts were spilling out as words and the look of concern on Jason's face grew only larger as time passed.

"You really think that?" he asked once Robbie had stopped, breathing heavily as he tried to catch his breath. "You're a real muppet sometimes Rob, you know that?"

"What?" Robbie asked cautiously. "Thinking I should take back that therapist comment now."

"Hey! I'm keeping that, think it adds a nice ring to my name."

"You're so weird," Robbie muttered under his breath, though it seemed like Jason didn't hear his offhand comment, that or he was purposely ignoring it.

"Let me try this whole supporting thing again. There's nothing to compare between us two. So what you didn't get A's in everything, no-one cares. We all know that you worked hard for those grades and you did a lot better than Ziggy. And if you'd stayed to listen to mum for a bit longer you would have heard her talk about how proud she is of you."

"Really?" Robbie asked, not sure of whether to believe his brother.

"Yeah you idiot. It was quite sickening really. We're not in some sort of competition and you're a lot better than me at a lot of things. The most irritating is you actually manage to talk to girls."

Christ, he must be looking pathetic if Jason was willingly bringing up his nervousness around the opposite gender.

"Obviously the most important thing going," he scoffed, rolling his eyes as Jason lightly chuckled.

"I'd say so, for two hormonal teenagers anyway."

"Repeating the weird comment again J!"

"Sometimes I don't know why I try," Jason said, but he was smiling and he knew he'd gotten through to his twin. "Now come on, lets get out of here. Jess Potts is throwing a party to celebrate and if we leave now they'll be plenty of drink left."

Laughing at Jason's antics, Robbie followed him as they snuck out of the house, ready to celebrate his results properly this time.

Hope you all enjoyed that, as always leave a review! Every single one means so much to me, this story hit 50 reviews the other day and I want to thank everyone, anonymous or not, who's helped me to hit that milestone.

I never thought I'd reach that, when I started this little story out, so thank you all, once again.

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