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Chester wasn't shocked when his parents announced that their jobs were relocated to Toronto. This happened every two years or thereabouts, almost like clockwork. Staying in one place long enough to leave roots felt like an out-of-reach dream: vague and nearly impossible to describe in words, with its vivid and ethereal existence that seemed unrealistic and ridiculous to consider within the framework of reality.
Yet here Chester was, being uprooted again, without his consent. It seemed like his emotions weren't taken into account, almost as if his parents had forgotten what it was like to be fourteen years old.
At least I don't have to move in the middle of the school year, Chester thought, scrunching up his face, letting a wave of bitterness wash over him.
The logical, rational part of him, the one buried deep within the anger and the resentment, knew he was being a melodramatic little shit. If Chuck and Chad, his two younger brothers and even more of a melodramatic shit (both separately and together) than Chester, could hold themselves together, so could Chester. He was fourteen, for God's sake, and the rest of his life sat ahead of him, spread out across the horizon like a beautiful sunset dawning upon a brand new day.
He took a deep breath, and waited for what the future held for him.
A/N: I take requests, both for ideas and any potential pairings or situations; anything you want to see, I'll write. Thanks for your support.