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Quadruple Trouble 1x1
- Thread starter History Nerd Eli
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razorstar
Smol Dragon God
The alarm clock wasn't enough to wake up Dean. It never was, but Duke couldn't help but to hope one day he wouldn't have to do this. Dean always got so angry when he was woken up, especially how Duke did it. But any other way would have left him there, as still as a corpse. He held the bucket in his hands, breathing slowly. He had already set up a tarp on the carpet and pulled all of the blankets off of the sleeping form, eventually laying him on a bare mattress. Mondays were the hardest. Any other day and he could have just played country music or some other kind of music that his twin had dubbed 'Trash'. But, even that didn't work on Mondays. He lifted the bucket with a huff, dumping the water and ice onto the other boy's head. He was already out of the room by the time he heard Dean chasing him.
The two brother had always had a very complex relationship where there love and hatred towards each other were usually equal enough to keep them from slaughtering each other. Today, Dean's emotions towards Duke were definitely on the darker side of the spectrum of emotions. Even after he tried to dry off, his hair was basically soaking wet. His thick, wavy hair soaked up water like a sponge, something that Duke knew. After all, that was one of the many physical traits they shared. In fact, the only physical difference between the two was how they were built. Dean was tall and lean, although he wasn't the biggest guy. He had a baseball player's build. He was made for speed, but was still strong enough to knock out anyone's teeth if he wanted to.
Duke, on the other hand, was built like a pixie. Skinny, a few inches shorter than Dean, and an almost feminine frame added up to make him look a bit less like his brother, even though if only one was near you it was hard to tell the difference without talking to them. Dean had to constantly make sure that Duke wasn't being thrown into trash cans or shoved into lockers, although he probably would have fit with no problem.
Duke fit neatly into Dean's Sentra, able to hold his backpack in his lap. Dean put his backpack and their baseball bags in the trunk, like always. Duke was constantly complaining about the car, but Dean had been working since he was 14 to buy a car, and the blood red Sentra had a killer stereo. And, since Duke hated Dean's music, he used the stereo on full blast. He listened to it quietly when he was alone, but now was a chance to piss off his twin and get revenge for his rude awakening.
He drove them to school, going 10 over the speed limit and blasting Kongos, Fall Out Boy, and My Chemical Romance the entire ride.
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They arrived at school in one piece, shockingly enough, and Dean earned a stern talking to by Duke. Not that he was listening at all. He never listened to his brother's lectures. It was all "Don't drink", "Don't drive that fast", and "Don't go chase after that guy, he already has a boyfriend".
It was pretty damn repetitive.
The two brother had always had a very complex relationship where there love and hatred towards each other were usually equal enough to keep them from slaughtering each other. Today, Dean's emotions towards Duke were definitely on the darker side of the spectrum of emotions. Even after he tried to dry off, his hair was basically soaking wet. His thick, wavy hair soaked up water like a sponge, something that Duke knew. After all, that was one of the many physical traits they shared. In fact, the only physical difference between the two was how they were built. Dean was tall and lean, although he wasn't the biggest guy. He had a baseball player's build. He was made for speed, but was still strong enough to knock out anyone's teeth if he wanted to.
Duke, on the other hand, was built like a pixie. Skinny, a few inches shorter than Dean, and an almost feminine frame added up to make him look a bit less like his brother, even though if only one was near you it was hard to tell the difference without talking to them. Dean had to constantly make sure that Duke wasn't being thrown into trash cans or shoved into lockers, although he probably would have fit with no problem.
Duke fit neatly into Dean's Sentra, able to hold his backpack in his lap. Dean put his backpack and their baseball bags in the trunk, like always. Duke was constantly complaining about the car, but Dean had been working since he was 14 to buy a car, and the blood red Sentra had a killer stereo. And, since Duke hated Dean's music, he used the stereo on full blast. He listened to it quietly when he was alone, but now was a chance to piss off his twin and get revenge for his rude awakening.
He drove them to school, going 10 over the speed limit and blasting Kongos, Fall Out Boy, and My Chemical Romance the entire ride.
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They arrived at school in one piece, shockingly enough, and Dean earned a stern talking to by Duke. Not that he was listening at all. He never listened to his brother's lectures. It was all "Don't drink", "Don't drive that fast", and "Don't go chase after that guy, he already has a boyfriend".
It was pretty damn repetitive.
History Nerd Eli
History Nerd
(( I feel like I did a shitty job .-. ))
Arthur stood in the middle of his green room shirtless. His obnoxious brother, Elijah, was there as well. It was their first day to Belmont High School, some school in the middle of Washington. While Arthur stood around, lost and tired from staying up too late because he was reading, Elijah was rummaging through his brother's closet trying to find something "that screams I'm fucking hot and sexy and ready to mingle." Arthur was just going to go with a tshirt and a zip up hoodie. It was just another school, why try to impress everyone? "Eli," the male groaned, cold and irritated. "Find something in your closet for a change." Just because the two were pretty much the same build, Elijah thought that he could take anything he desired from Artie's closet.
"Your clothes suck."
"You suck. Now get out!" Arthur stomped down his foot and pointed towards the door. Elijah just smiled his dorky smile and walked out, making sure to flip off the other and stick out his tongue. They were both such children.
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It was 7:45 in the morning and Arthur was lost. The halls were empty, not a teacher in sight, and the only person to be around was some kid in a pair of black jeans wearing some Mutemath tshirt and a royal purple hoodie. He couldn't help but run a hand through his hair; a nervous and anxious habit of his. Arthur was never late to class, especially on the first day. He was always five minutes early and was ready to go in seconds. Being late and unprepared was never an option for this student. His life was on the line. There was no way he was going to be able to be a librarian if he was late to his Pre-Calculus class. Imagine! The best college in the country was going to look at his records and see a tardy and although his grades were great, they wouldn't let Artie in because he had that on tardy and then he'd end up on the streets alone with no money or food or clothes and he was going to die dirty and...
As his brother wondered around the halls aimlessly, Elijah was in his AP Literature class, ignoring the teacher as she went over some lecture. He had actually gotten to the class on time, due to making a promise to his mother, but regretted it the moment he walked in. The kids looked like zombies. Frightened, dead, meat suits. What was this class?! Eli couldn't help but tug on the collar of his plaid shirt. Advance Placement Literature was another promise to his mom. It seemed like every time Eli wanted to please someone, it always came back to punch him in the face. The teacher, noticing Elijah's lack of interest, called on him. "Now, Mr. Valoice-"
"Valois. Elijah Valois. Not Valoice," he said in a very sassy tone. Everyone always got the last name wrong. He didn't know why, but it happened and it always pissed him off.
"Elijah," the teacher snapped. She seemed like she was always angry. Maybe it was because the brains of her students were starting to loose their vibrancy and wonder. I bet she needs fresh victims. He couldn't help but start thinking of cool zombie apocalypse-like movie plots. This was going to be an interesting class for sure.
Arthur stood in the middle of his green room shirtless. His obnoxious brother, Elijah, was there as well. It was their first day to Belmont High School, some school in the middle of Washington. While Arthur stood around, lost and tired from staying up too late because he was reading, Elijah was rummaging through his brother's closet trying to find something "that screams I'm fucking hot and sexy and ready to mingle." Arthur was just going to go with a tshirt and a zip up hoodie. It was just another school, why try to impress everyone? "Eli," the male groaned, cold and irritated. "Find something in your closet for a change." Just because the two were pretty much the same build, Elijah thought that he could take anything he desired from Artie's closet.
"Your clothes suck."
"You suck. Now get out!" Arthur stomped down his foot and pointed towards the door. Elijah just smiled his dorky smile and walked out, making sure to flip off the other and stick out his tongue. They were both such children.
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It was 7:45 in the morning and Arthur was lost. The halls were empty, not a teacher in sight, and the only person to be around was some kid in a pair of black jeans wearing some Mutemath tshirt and a royal purple hoodie. He couldn't help but run a hand through his hair; a nervous and anxious habit of his. Arthur was never late to class, especially on the first day. He was always five minutes early and was ready to go in seconds. Being late and unprepared was never an option for this student. His life was on the line. There was no way he was going to be able to be a librarian if he was late to his Pre-Calculus class. Imagine! The best college in the country was going to look at his records and see a tardy and although his grades were great, they wouldn't let Artie in because he had that on tardy and then he'd end up on the streets alone with no money or food or clothes and he was going to die dirty and...
As his brother wondered around the halls aimlessly, Elijah was in his AP Literature class, ignoring the teacher as she went over some lecture. He had actually gotten to the class on time, due to making a promise to his mother, but regretted it the moment he walked in. The kids looked like zombies. Frightened, dead, meat suits. What was this class?! Eli couldn't help but tug on the collar of his plaid shirt. Advance Placement Literature was another promise to his mom. It seemed like every time Eli wanted to please someone, it always came back to punch him in the face. The teacher, noticing Elijah's lack of interest, called on him. "Now, Mr. Valoice-"
"Valois. Elijah Valois. Not Valoice," he said in a very sassy tone. Everyone always got the last name wrong. He didn't know why, but it happened and it always pissed him off.
"Elijah," the teacher snapped. She seemed like she was always angry. Maybe it was because the brains of her students were starting to loose their vibrancy and wonder. I bet she needs fresh victims. He couldn't help but start thinking of cool zombie apocalypse-like movie plots. This was going to be an interesting class for sure.
razorstar
Smol Dragon God
Dean sat perfectly still, watching his teacher with cold, dead eyes. School was possibly the worst kind of torture. He was barely passing each of his classes, only putting in enough effort to keep himself at a steady 3.2 GPA so that he could go to his 1st pick college and eventually become a costume designer or something having to do with TV. He didn't care what he did, he just wanted to be in the entertainment business, whatever that entailed didn't matter. Duke wanted to be a professor at Harvard or something similarly nerdy, but Dean didn't mind. If he never saw Duke again after being attached to him for 18 years straight, he was completely fine. Duke was a tool, anyways.
Dean jerked out of his own mind when the teacher called on some kid - the new kid, he remembered somehow. His name was E...something. Dean never paid attention to that kind of thing- and the kid corrected her in a not so nice way. He rested his head on his hand, smiling faintly. This was going to get interesting. He kicked his feet up on the empty chair next to him, almost shoving Duke's backpack to the floor. He was never in class, yet he had probably about 110% in the class. He usually went up to the library or helped out other teachers during first period. Alright, so maybe he would be able to be a professor at some hot-shot college.
Duke wandered the hallways, humming softly to himself with a book under his arm. Lord of the Flies, to be more specific. It wasn't exactly his type of book, it was more something that Dean would enjoy, but it was a classic for a reason. It was definitely...interesting. He was tempted to head back to AP Lit and grab his music player, but he decided that the teacher probably wouldn't let him leave again if he popped back in. She was a bitter old hag. Most teachers adored Duke, but she didn't seem to care for him much. Not that she was particularly nice to anyone, he supposed.
Duke walked past a hallway before stopping in his tracks and turning back around, glancing down it. There was a boy around his age that he didn't recognize, which was a bit more than odd. Not many people knew him by name, but he knew most of the students' names. Dean helped, seeing as he went through boyfriends and friend-friends like he went through favorite songs and instruments. Get to know them, never talk about them again, move onto the next chapter, pass go, collect $200. Repeat. He cocked his head slightly to the side, looking over the boy for a few more moments. Yes, he definitely didn't know him.
Duke took a deep breath before putting on his 'I-Should-Be-On-Student-Council-But-Stacey-Travis-Threw-Me-Under-The-Bus-But-Dean-Fucked-Her-Crush-So-Ha-Ha-Stacey-Who's-Laughing-Now' smile and walked toward him. This was either going to end well, or this was going to be a massive mistake. "Is everything alright?" He asked, a slight purr accenting his voice.
Dean jerked out of his own mind when the teacher called on some kid - the new kid, he remembered somehow. His name was E...something. Dean never paid attention to that kind of thing- and the kid corrected her in a not so nice way. He rested his head on his hand, smiling faintly. This was going to get interesting. He kicked his feet up on the empty chair next to him, almost shoving Duke's backpack to the floor. He was never in class, yet he had probably about 110% in the class. He usually went up to the library or helped out other teachers during first period. Alright, so maybe he would be able to be a professor at some hot-shot college.
Duke wandered the hallways, humming softly to himself with a book under his arm. Lord of the Flies, to be more specific. It wasn't exactly his type of book, it was more something that Dean would enjoy, but it was a classic for a reason. It was definitely...interesting. He was tempted to head back to AP Lit and grab his music player, but he decided that the teacher probably wouldn't let him leave again if he popped back in. She was a bitter old hag. Most teachers adored Duke, but she didn't seem to care for him much. Not that she was particularly nice to anyone, he supposed.
Duke walked past a hallway before stopping in his tracks and turning back around, glancing down it. There was a boy around his age that he didn't recognize, which was a bit more than odd. Not many people knew him by name, but he knew most of the students' names. Dean helped, seeing as he went through boyfriends and friend-friends like he went through favorite songs and instruments. Get to know them, never talk about them again, move onto the next chapter, pass go, collect $200. Repeat. He cocked his head slightly to the side, looking over the boy for a few more moments. Yes, he definitely didn't know him.
Duke took a deep breath before putting on his 'I-Should-Be-On-Student-Council-But-Stacey-Travis-Threw-Me-Under-The-Bus-But-Dean-Fucked-Her-Crush-So-Ha-Ha-Stacey-Who's-Laughing-Now' smile and walked toward him. This was either going to end well, or this was going to be a massive mistake. "Is everything alright?" He asked, a slight purr accenting his voice.
History Nerd Eli
History Nerd
Artie was against the wall, finally accepting his fate. No more dreams, food, water, or showers. With a crumbled schedule in his hands, he looked at the wall across from him, imagining what it would be like in his math class. Stupidly simple, with a monotonous voice echoing in the bare room. Man that sounded so perfect. He was just about to give up hope in finding the way to his class, until his version of the North Star came along. He couldn't help but jump though. Instead of being his normally shy self though, Arthur decided to be an asshole. This guy seemed like a prick. Just putting this out there, Arthur's favorite insult was "prick". Just another fun fact. "Actually, it's not alright. I can't find my class. Who are you?" His voice was low and sassy, showing that he wasn't amused with the stranger acting like he was superior. Too bad that this guy was going to learn that Arthur was soon to be the Alpha.
Elijah's boredom and sassy-ness increased tenfold. The teacher continued to call on him when it appeared that he was zoning out and every fucking time Eli would answer with the correct answer in the same sassy voice. He even added a couple of snaps. "Elijah Valois, what form of writing is: 'This is effecting me. This is effecting the class. This is effecting the school.'?"
"Simple. Tricolon. You're boring me," Eli was looking down at his hands and occasionally looked up to see if anything was changing. Some zombies were looking at him, wondering why he was sassing the queen. Why not? If she was going to pick on him then might as well fight back. Simple logic, guys.
(( tHE ALPHAAAAA ))
Elijah's boredom and sassy-ness increased tenfold. The teacher continued to call on him when it appeared that he was zoning out and every fucking time Eli would answer with the correct answer in the same sassy voice. He even added a couple of snaps. "Elijah Valois, what form of writing is: 'This is effecting me. This is effecting the class. This is effecting the school.'?"
"Simple. Tricolon. You're boring me," Eli was looking down at his hands and occasionally looked up to see if anything was changing. Some zombies were looking at him, wondering why he was sassing the queen. Why not? If she was going to pick on him then might as well fight back. Simple logic, guys.
(( tHE ALPHAAAAA ))
razorstar
Smol Dragon God
Duke almost twitched at the sound of Artie's voice. God, he sounded like a tool. He could come up with a 10 foot long list of words he could use to describe the boy from that one line of dialogue. This wasn't going to go as well as Duke had been hoping. Why was he even helping? He didn't talk to people, that was Dean's job. He forced his sunshine bright smile to stay on his face without turning in an irritated expression. "My name is Duke. Duke Conrad. And I can probably help you find your class." A part of him was really tempted to start out that sentence by saying 'Listen up, jackass', but he controlled himself. Somehow. It was miracle how he could do that, sometimes, but he had plenty of practice dealing with douche bags. Dean made sure of that.
Dean picked up his pencil, not focusing on anything as he let it dart randomly across his paper. He always turned in his assignments with a wildly large amount of doodles and quotes on them. Today, he started out by writing,
"Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
If I had a brick,
I'd throw it at you~"
He ended each line with a small heart. Hearts usually kept teachers from getting mad about whatever he wrote. He followed that up with,
"Imagine Alex from Target pinning you against the wall as he whispers "Your total will be $23.47." "
He quickly erased that one. Maybe in science, he would try to do something like that. Maybe.
Dean picked up his pencil, not focusing on anything as he let it dart randomly across his paper. He always turned in his assignments with a wildly large amount of doodles and quotes on them. Today, he started out by writing,
"Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
If I had a brick,
I'd throw it at you~"
He ended each line with a small heart. Hearts usually kept teachers from getting mad about whatever he wrote. He followed that up with,
"Imagine Alex from Target pinning you against the wall as he whispers "Your total will be $23.47." "
He quickly erased that one. Maybe in science, he would try to do something like that. Maybe.
History Nerd Eli
History Nerd
Ouch. Getting some attitude back. Sighing, Arthur ran a hand through his hair. "Look, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be a dick. I'm never late to a class and this is the first time this has happened to me and I'm such a loser..." He continued to rant on, being his dramatic and worrisome self. Once he was finished, he looked down at the ground like a small child. It seemed like he was going to cry, but he was just mad at himself for being rude. It wasn't - Duke's? - fault that he had to move again. This kid was just trying to be nice and show him around. Hesitantly, Arthur looked up. "I-I can try and find my twin. You can leave," he whispered. Jeez this guy was being pathetic.
Elijah looked at the clock and thanked whatever high and mighty being there was that it was almost time to go. He pulled out his phone and texted Arthur. How was math class, ya nerd? He then started packing up his things. No point in doing it at the very end.
Elijah looked at the clock and thanked whatever high and mighty being there was that it was almost time to go. He pulled out his phone and texted Arthur. How was math class, ya nerd? He then started packing up his things. No point in doing it at the very end.
razorstar
Smol Dragon God
Duke raised an eyebrow, frowning slightly now. Okay, now he felt bad. And that was unacceptable. He shrugged slightly. "It happens to the best of us. There's not much time left in first period, but I can still help you find it if you want." He put on a small smile, the smile that he usually used. The Politician's smile hurt his face too much for him to use it on a regular basis. He tucked his hands into his jean pockets, rocking slightly on his heels. He wasn't worried about not being there for the end of his own class. Him and Dean had every class together, so naturally his brother would just carry his stuff to the next classroom. Everything was a bit easier this way, and Duke did a bit of his harder homework in exchange. A bit of freedom was nothing in return for ten minutes of simple work.
Dean's eyes flicked to his watch, which he somehow always kept perfectly in time with the school clocks. It was shocking, really, how much time it took for him to sync up with it. He had never really unpacked, and he was ready to stand up with both his bag and Duke's the exact second the bell rang. God, that class was a massive drag. He had never been a huge Lit fan. History, science, math. He could deal with those. Lit was shit.
Dean's eyes flicked to his watch, which he somehow always kept perfectly in time with the school clocks. It was shocking, really, how much time it took for him to sync up with it. He had never really unpacked, and he was ready to stand up with both his bag and Duke's the exact second the bell rang. God, that class was a massive drag. He had never been a huge Lit fan. History, science, math. He could deal with those. Lit was shit.
History Nerd Eli
History Nerd
"I can find it later," he said with a slight stutter. Damn it, now he was getting nervous. Was it even possible to feel these many emotions in such a short amount of time? Like, there's gotta be a little breather in between each one to keep someone sane. If his emotions continued on like this, he was probably just going to break down and sleep in his classes which was, by the way, unacceptable. Even if it's a day where the teacher doesn't assign anything, it is crucial to stay awake! Arthur quickly grabbed his crumbled up schedule and flattened it on his leg. "I-I uh, have chemistry next. Room 175. Do you know where that is?" He was hoping that he would bump into Elijah on the way there so he could leave Duke alone. Here we go on, dramatic mood swings. Was he pregnant or something?
Elijah never zoomed out of a room so quickly. Damn, that teacher was hell. That class was hell. This school is hell. He smiled to himself. Tricolone for the win, baby. As he was heading towards his chemistry class, he spotted Arthur with some guy. "Hey, Artie!" He waved, noticing how uncomfortable his brother was. Arthur smiled in relief, told Duke thank you, and then headed to Elijah. "You didn't answer my text. How was math?"
"W-well about that..." He began; unsure on how to say it. "I couldn't find the room so I accidentally skipped." Elijah let out a bark laugh and patted his brother on the back; saying how awesome the whole situation was and how he couldn't believe that he missed it. Blushing in embarrassment, Arthur took a step away from Eli. "It's not funny. I'm going to end up on the streets now."
"Oh hush. You're being dramatic."
"Am not," Artie protested.
As they began to leave from the spot they were standing at, people began to do double takes. Arthur and Elijah had a lot of similarities. Same build, similar hair, but they did have a different sense of style in clothing, their eyes were different colors, and Arthur had more piercings than Elijah. Those small things, though, weren't noticeable. Arthur looked at the other. "They act like they've never seen twins before." Little did they know, however, that they people did, but it was just that they were the second set.
(( we should make them have chemistry together =3= ))
Elijah never zoomed out of a room so quickly. Damn, that teacher was hell. That class was hell. This school is hell. He smiled to himself. Tricolone for the win, baby. As he was heading towards his chemistry class, he spotted Arthur with some guy. "Hey, Artie!" He waved, noticing how uncomfortable his brother was. Arthur smiled in relief, told Duke thank you, and then headed to Elijah. "You didn't answer my text. How was math?"
"W-well about that..." He began; unsure on how to say it. "I couldn't find the room so I accidentally skipped." Elijah let out a bark laugh and patted his brother on the back; saying how awesome the whole situation was and how he couldn't believe that he missed it. Blushing in embarrassment, Arthur took a step away from Eli. "It's not funny. I'm going to end up on the streets now."
"Oh hush. You're being dramatic."
"Am not," Artie protested.
As they began to leave from the spot they were standing at, people began to do double takes. Arthur and Elijah had a lot of similarities. Same build, similar hair, but they did have a different sense of style in clothing, their eyes were different colors, and Arthur had more piercings than Elijah. Those small things, though, weren't noticeable. Arthur looked at the other. "They act like they've never seen twins before." Little did they know, however, that they people did, but it was just that they were the second set.
(( we should make them have chemistry together =3= ))
razorstar
Smol Dragon God
Dean darted down the hallways. Chemistry didn't have an assigned seating arrangement, and if he had to sit by that one smartass freshman again he was going to be arrested for homicide. Plus, he liked sitting next to Duke in chemistry. It was the only class where he got better grades than his twin. Also, the teacher couldn't tell them apart, and that was always hilarious. Duke was always one of the last students in the classroom, but Dean saved him a spot every day. He didn't exactly have a good reputation - if you didn't count everything anyone said about him in relationships- and basically everyone knew they would end up with a broken jawbone if they were cocky enough to push his brother's stuff out of the way so they could sit in his spot. Not that anyone was stupid enough to do that to anyone else, either. But, the threat of physical injury scared people off a bit. He sat down in the front row, plopping Duke's bag on the chair next to his and pulling out his stuff. This was the only class he really did anything in.
Duke walked slowly towards the chemistry room. Had those two been twins? The two boys did seem to look very much alike. He hadn't really met any identical twin sets other than him and Dean, so the possibility that the two could be twins was very interesting. They were definitely related, at least. He bit his lip, weaving through the crowd in the hall as he pondered the idea.
Duke walked slowly towards the chemistry room. Had those two been twins? The two boys did seem to look very much alike. He hadn't really met any identical twin sets other than him and Dean, so the possibility that the two could be twins was very interesting. They were definitely related, at least. He bit his lip, weaving through the crowd in the hall as he pondered the idea.
History Nerd Eli
History Nerd
Arthur hurried into the room, trying to redeem himself. He had to do much better in all of his classes now. This means better taken notes and harder participation. Elijah sat down next to him and pulled out his stuff. In their last school, he actually enjoyed chemistry so he was wondering if that feeling would move its way to here. He really hoped so.
Elijah hated the spot his brother picked. Right up front with all of the other nerds. He preferred the back so he could sleep if he had to. This wouldn't be happening if Arthur had missed a class. "You really pick the worst places to sit." Elijah's voice was serious, but he was trying to tease Arthur. Eli could see the fear in his eyes... The goody two-shoes was freaking out with every passing minute and no one could really seem to stop it.
Arthur cringed under the comment. "I'm sorry. I really need to pay attention in this class." Before he could say more, the teacher called for attention and began to take roll. When they got to the brothers, the only thing he yelled was "Valois!" Elijah, being the idiot he is, shouted his presence along with Arthur. Sighing, Arthur kicked the other. "I'm always first since my name starts with an A. Did you not learn your ABC's?"
As the brother had a conversation about the alphabet, they teacher stared, perplexed at the idea of more twins. The teacher, Mr. Haring, pointed a shaking finger to both of them. "Please don't tell me... You two looked exactly alike..." Elijah and Arthur couldn't help but smile. May the fun begin.
"That's right," Elijah said. "We are identical. You learn about our species in biology." Arthur rolled his eyes and began to work on the warm up.
—The End for Writing Rabbit—
Elijah hated the spot his brother picked. Right up front with all of the other nerds. He preferred the back so he could sleep if he had to. This wouldn't be happening if Arthur had missed a class. "You really pick the worst places to sit." Elijah's voice was serious, but he was trying to tease Arthur. Eli could see the fear in his eyes... The goody two-shoes was freaking out with every passing minute and no one could really seem to stop it.
Arthur cringed under the comment. "I'm sorry. I really need to pay attention in this class." Before he could say more, the teacher called for attention and began to take roll. When they got to the brothers, the only thing he yelled was "Valois!" Elijah, being the idiot he is, shouted his presence along with Arthur. Sighing, Arthur kicked the other. "I'm always first since my name starts with an A. Did you not learn your ABC's?"
As the brother had a conversation about the alphabet, they teacher stared, perplexed at the idea of more twins. The teacher, Mr. Haring, pointed a shaking finger to both of them. "Please don't tell me... You two looked exactly alike..." Elijah and Arthur couldn't help but smile. May the fun begin.
"That's right," Elijah said. "We are identical. You learn about our species in biology." Arthur rolled his eyes and began to work on the warm up.
—The End for Writing Rabbit—
razorstar
Smol Dragon God
Dean easily worked out the warm-up, pulling out a notebook and red pen once he was done. He always wrote in his own personal notebook with red ink. It was a thing with him. Everything was a thing with him. He started writing on a blank page, making sure to try to make his handwriting legible. Once he had finished his message, he tore it out, handing it to Duke.
Duke slipped into the class as the bell rang, sinking into his spot and instantly beginning to work on the warm-up. He hated chemistry. Actually, he hated science in general. It was the only thing that, no matter how many hours he put into it, he just couldn't match up to his twin. And, seeing how Dean had a tendency to not even show up for the class because he found it too easy, the fact that he was better than Duke was absolutely infuriating. Duke was the smart one, not Dean. It always made him feel incredibly shallow to think like that, but it was true. Dean wasn't going to need any of this information when he was older, so he naturally didn't learn it. Duke, on the other hand, was definitely going to need to know this if he wanted to teach it. He growled under his breath, trying to piece together the problem without looking at his notes or asking Dean about it. Either of those things would have been admitting to weakness, and he would rather completely fail the problem on his own than resort to looking it up and not truly earning that right answer.
Duke blinked as a piece of paper was thrust in front of him. A message from his twin. This was going to be good. It read:
Do you see the guy next to me? His ass is going to be mine, or my name isn't Dean Lewis Conrad. Mark my words, Dukey. I get what I want, and I want him.
Duke looked at Dean for a moment before glancing at the guy next to him. Oh, it was one of the two guys from earlier. He hadn't even noticed that he had the same class as them. Leaning forward a hint more, he saw that they had the class with both halves of the pair. Yeah, they were definitely twins now that he got a bit of a better look at them. Duke looked back at Dean, who had a sly smile on his face. This was going to be interesting.
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Duke slipped into the class as the bell rang, sinking into his spot and instantly beginning to work on the warm-up. He hated chemistry. Actually, he hated science in general. It was the only thing that, no matter how many hours he put into it, he just couldn't match up to his twin. And, seeing how Dean had a tendency to not even show up for the class because he found it too easy, the fact that he was better than Duke was absolutely infuriating. Duke was the smart one, not Dean. It always made him feel incredibly shallow to think like that, but it was true. Dean wasn't going to need any of this information when he was older, so he naturally didn't learn it. Duke, on the other hand, was definitely going to need to know this if he wanted to teach it. He growled under his breath, trying to piece together the problem without looking at his notes or asking Dean about it. Either of those things would have been admitting to weakness, and he would rather completely fail the problem on his own than resort to looking it up and not truly earning that right answer.
Duke blinked as a piece of paper was thrust in front of him. A message from his twin. This was going to be good. It read:
Do you see the guy next to me? His ass is going to be mine, or my name isn't Dean Lewis Conrad. Mark my words, Dukey. I get what I want, and I want him.
Duke looked at Dean for a moment before glancing at the guy next to him. Oh, it was one of the two guys from earlier. He hadn't even noticed that he had the same class as them. Leaning forward a hint more, he saw that they had the class with both halves of the pair. Yeah, they were definitely twins now that he got a bit of a better look at them. Duke looked back at Dean, who had a sly smile on his face. This was going to be interesting.
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History Nerd Eli
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For both of them, chemistry was probably the most easy subject, especially since all these people were focused on converting particles to mass. Simple. Just change the particles to moles by using Avogadro's number and then find the molar mass of that substance. This was elementary. Arthur worked it out quickly, making sure to label everything and show his work. He didn't know if it was counted against his grade. It could possibly be used for his participation grade. That would suck. Well, not for Artie, but for Elijah; he didn't even bother to work it out. Whenever something was too easy or boring, Elijah didn't seem to try. He thought that if it was too easy, why waste his time? Another thing, why waste paper and lead? Elijah could be using that for another class or drawing a kick ass cat. He loved cats. Their cat, Lord Leon Belmont, was practically the love of his life; forget boys.
Mr. Haring looked around the classroom to see who he could pick on to answer his first question. He finally decided on Elijah. "Sir, what's the molar mass of oxygen?"
"Simple. 15.9994 grams per mole," his British accent strong. Arthur blushed in embarrassment. He had hid his accent when talking to the one guy in the hallway. He really didn't want people to learn about them, because they would soon ask them to say random shit and try to mimic it and the whole thing would get ridiculous and annoying. If it was one thing they both shared in common, Arthur and Elijah hated it when people tried to copy the accent they tried so hard to forget and hide. There was a reason for this, but there was no point in bringing it up. Tears would be shed and it wasn't even May 18th. That's when it would be okay to cry. Before and after that day, they had to remain strong.
Mr. Haring nodding in approval, then looked on to find his other victim. Probably to ask what the molar mass of potassium was. Arthur and Elijah began to ignore the teacher. Arthur, being the bored and poor soul he was, began to scribble random quotes of songs in the margins of his paper. Mostly Mutemath due to him being obsessed with it. Elijah on the other hand, began to draw Lord Leon Belmont. Not sure why, but that's what was happening. I'm just the messenger.
Somehow they ended up on talking about how to convert things. The teacher noticed Arthur not paying attention so he called on him. "If I were starting in grams, how would I convert to molecules, Valois? I mean, the one to the left."
He gulped and let his accent take over. It was mostly British, but there was a slight Scottish ring to it. "Well, you would take the grams, change them to moles, and then use 6.022*10 to the 23rd power. By the way, I'm Arthur." Good god this was boring.
Mr. Haring looked around the classroom to see who he could pick on to answer his first question. He finally decided on Elijah. "Sir, what's the molar mass of oxygen?"
"Simple. 15.9994 grams per mole," his British accent strong. Arthur blushed in embarrassment. He had hid his accent when talking to the one guy in the hallway. He really didn't want people to learn about them, because they would soon ask them to say random shit and try to mimic it and the whole thing would get ridiculous and annoying. If it was one thing they both shared in common, Arthur and Elijah hated it when people tried to copy the accent they tried so hard to forget and hide. There was a reason for this, but there was no point in bringing it up. Tears would be shed and it wasn't even May 18th. That's when it would be okay to cry. Before and after that day, they had to remain strong.
Mr. Haring nodding in approval, then looked on to find his other victim. Probably to ask what the molar mass of potassium was. Arthur and Elijah began to ignore the teacher. Arthur, being the bored and poor soul he was, began to scribble random quotes of songs in the margins of his paper. Mostly Mutemath due to him being obsessed with it. Elijah on the other hand, began to draw Lord Leon Belmont. Not sure why, but that's what was happening. I'm just the messenger.
Somehow they ended up on talking about how to convert things. The teacher noticed Arthur not paying attention so he called on him. "If I were starting in grams, how would I convert to molecules, Valois? I mean, the one to the left."
He gulped and let his accent take over. It was mostly British, but there was a slight Scottish ring to it. "Well, you would take the grams, change them to moles, and then use 6.022*10 to the 23rd power. By the way, I'm Arthur." Good god this was boring.
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Duke blinked when he heard the teacher call on the boy he had met in the hallways earlier and he heard a new accent in his voice. Dean looked over at him, his eyes wide. He was probably thinking about the fact that they sounded similar, so the twin closest to him probably had the accent as well. But, he also could have been faking the accent. It sounded so...flawless, though. Duke studied Dean for a few moments. He was mouthing something to him. Dean knew he couldn't read lips to save his life, but Duke got the gist of it.
Dean was going to go for it.
Dean looked at the guy next to him, slowly realizing he was the new kid in his AP Lit class. Elijah? Yeah, that was his name. Dean was bad with faces, but fairly good with names. Duke was the exact opposite, but it tended to work out. Dean pulled out a blank piece of paper, taking the cap off of his red pen and starting to write a letter.
Hey.
You're Elijah, right? We have AP Lit together, I think. Welcome to Belmont High, aka Hell. You seem like a pretty chill guy. (Anyone who talks back to that hag of a teacher in 1st period is instantly awesome. Congrats.) We should chat some time.
-Dean
He reread his little message a few times before confirming that it was probably weird sounding. But, everything teens did was weird. It was nothing new. He put his palm against the surface of the paper before brushing it sideways, watching it move easily in front of Elijah. This was either going to go well, or be incredibly awkward. He wouldn't be surprised either way.
Duke watched his twin, almost sighing. Why was his go-to introduction always sending the person a note? It was too cliche for his brother, yet there that little letter went. Weird.
Dean was going to go for it.
Dean looked at the guy next to him, slowly realizing he was the new kid in his AP Lit class. Elijah? Yeah, that was his name. Dean was bad with faces, but fairly good with names. Duke was the exact opposite, but it tended to work out. Dean pulled out a blank piece of paper, taking the cap off of his red pen and starting to write a letter.
Hey.
You're Elijah, right? We have AP Lit together, I think. Welcome to Belmont High, aka Hell. You seem like a pretty chill guy. (Anyone who talks back to that hag of a teacher in 1st period is instantly awesome. Congrats.) We should chat some time.
-Dean
He reread his little message a few times before confirming that it was probably weird sounding. But, everything teens did was weird. It was nothing new. He put his palm against the surface of the paper before brushing it sideways, watching it move easily in front of Elijah. This was either going to go well, or be incredibly awkward. He wouldn't be surprised either way.
Duke watched his twin, almost sighing. Why was his go-to introduction always sending the person a note? It was too cliche for his brother, yet there that little letter went. Weird.
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Arthur noticed the note instantly. He nudged his oblivious brother and nodded towards it. Not a surprise. They looked the same, but Eli always got the notes or the looks. It was probably because he looked happy, unlike Arthur who looked upset all of the time.
Without wasting any time, Elijah opened the piece of paper and snorted in amusement. Elbowing Arthur he tried to show him the note. "Look at this, Artie."
Arthur elbowed back, "fuck off, Eli. I'm trying to pay attention to the professor."
"It's 'teacher' here you dumbass. Just read the note." He shoved it in the others face, happy, a bit excited, and overly amused.
Snatching it, Arthur read it and held back a smile. "A true gentlemen, that one." He handed it back, then started to ignore Elijah again. He sucked at science most of the time so he really needed to pay attention.
Elijah grabbed his blue pen, a different piece of paper, and began to write.
Salutations!
That is I, Elijah Valois, at your service. To be honest, this high school doesn't seem so bad compared to the ones I've gone to. The first period teacher, however, sucked ass. Not really a ray of sunshine, don't you think? Maybe she's some lonely hag who gets off on being rude to her students.
-Eli
P.S. I would love to chat sometime. Just set up a time and place, darling.
Smiling at his letter, he slid it toward Dean with a small smile. He then leaned over to Arthur and whispered, "I love it here."
Without wasting any time, Elijah opened the piece of paper and snorted in amusement. Elbowing Arthur he tried to show him the note. "Look at this, Artie."
Arthur elbowed back, "fuck off, Eli. I'm trying to pay attention to the professor."
"It's 'teacher' here you dumbass. Just read the note." He shoved it in the others face, happy, a bit excited, and overly amused.
Snatching it, Arthur read it and held back a smile. "A true gentlemen, that one." He handed it back, then started to ignore Elijah again. He sucked at science most of the time so he really needed to pay attention.
Elijah grabbed his blue pen, a different piece of paper, and began to write.
Salutations!
That is I, Elijah Valois, at your service. To be honest, this high school doesn't seem so bad compared to the ones I've gone to. The first period teacher, however, sucked ass. Not really a ray of sunshine, don't you think? Maybe she's some lonely hag who gets off on being rude to her students.
-Eli
P.S. I would love to chat sometime. Just set up a time and place, darling.
Smiling at his letter, he slid it toward Dean with a small smile. He then leaned over to Arthur and whispered, "I love it here."
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Dean instantly snatched up the note, reading it with a grin, which he then turned to Duke. Duke, naturally, rolled his eyes. He was used to his twin getting any and all attention he wanted. It was how everything worked in their lives. Hell, even the straight guys occasionally were tempted to go out with Dean when he showed interest in them. It was just how everything was, so Elijah writing him back wasn't a surprise at all.
Dean scribbled down his cell phone number and slid it in front of Elijah, smiling brightly. Duke could have gagged. It was /that/ smile. The one that made people melt, agents have heart attacks, and Dean get anything he wanted. When Duke tried to do the same thing, it never worked out in the same way. Everything went wrong when he tried it.
Duke was snapped to attention by the teacher asking him a question. "A heat reaction?" He answered, cocking his head slightly to the side.
"Wrong! Dean?"
Dean smiled at Duke. "A heat reaction."
"Right, as always Conrad."
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Dean scribbled down his cell phone number and slid it in front of Elijah, smiling brightly. Duke could have gagged. It was /that/ smile. The one that made people melt, agents have heart attacks, and Dean get anything he wanted. When Duke tried to do the same thing, it never worked out in the same way. Everything went wrong when he tried it.
Duke was snapped to attention by the teacher asking him a question. "A heat reaction?" He answered, cocking his head slightly to the side.
"Wrong! Dean?"
Dean smiled at Duke. "A heat reaction."
"Right, as always Conrad."
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Arthur, who looked like he was about to pass the hell out, suddenly perked up when his name was yelled. "What is heat?" The teacher nodded slowly like he was stupid, which made him grit his teeth. "Well how in depth would you like to get, sir? I can go from scientific to literature. Choose your poison."
"Now, Valois, don't get sassy on me. We're in science, not English."
"Well, it's something that's hot."
"A good definition," he said, getting irritated. "That's too simple."
"I know that, because it's elementary, my dear Watson." Smiling at his own joke, he cleared his throat and sat up straight. During this, Elijah keeps staring at the phone number that was given to him. He was used to his twin being pissy on his first day of school no matter where they went, so it wasn't much of a new thing with him. "Heat is a form of energy, which is kinetic, that flows between two samples of matter. It can also be counted as a form of measurement."
"Now, Valois, don't get sassy on me. We're in science, not English."
"Well, it's something that's hot."
"A good definition," he said, getting irritated. "That's too simple."
"I know that, because it's elementary, my dear Watson." Smiling at his own joke, he cleared his throat and sat up straight. During this, Elijah keeps staring at the phone number that was given to him. He was used to his twin being pissy on his first day of school no matter where they went, so it wasn't much of a new thing with him. "Heat is a form of energy, which is kinetic, that flows between two samples of matter. It can also be counted as a form of measurement."
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Dean almost chuckled at the explanation. "I'm hot as hell." He muttered under his breath, only to squawk when Duke almost shoves him out of his chair.
"Don't be a pompous idiot and listen for once, Dean." Duke growled, his blue eyes as cold as the icy waters of the arctic sea.
"I don't think I have to listen in this class. After all, I'm not the one with only 99.7%." Dean grinned at his now mortified twin, knowing that he had won. He had over 100% in the class, and this was the only class Duke wasn't passing with a higher grade than Dean.
Duke raised his hand, shaking it until the teacher called on him. "Dean's bullying me!"
"No one likes a tattle tail, Conrad." Duke's face fell at the response.
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"Don't be a pompous idiot and listen for once, Dean." Duke growled, his blue eyes as cold as the icy waters of the arctic sea.
"I don't think I have to listen in this class. After all, I'm not the one with only 99.7%." Dean grinned at his now mortified twin, knowing that he had won. He had over 100% in the class, and this was the only class Duke wasn't passing with a higher grade than Dean.
Duke raised his hand, shaking it until the teacher called on him. "Dean's bullying me!"
"No one likes a tattle tail, Conrad." Duke's face fell at the response.
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Arthur and Elijah snickered in response. The Conrad Twins reminded them of themselves when they were younger. Elijah pulled out his phone, but in Dean's number, and sent a text:
Hey there, this is Elijah Valois. Thanks for the number, hot shot.
If it hasn't been made clear already, Elijah is a huge flirt. If the guy is hot, you can be sure that he is going to be all over him. It's kind of pathetic and weird.
Arthur looked at the Conrads, curiosity taking the better of him. He was instantly taken away at the sight of them. Their eyes is what really got his attention. They were such interesting shades of blue, especially Duke's. He remembered seeing them in the hallway, but they didn't look so bright then. Blushing and thinking about what he was doing, he quickly looked away. Arthur always had a thing for pretty people with pretty eyes, and Duke was both of those.
(( *laughs because I'm accidentally making this into a really shitty romance novel for teenage girls* ))
Hey there, this is Elijah Valois. Thanks for the number, hot shot.
If it hasn't been made clear already, Elijah is a huge flirt. If the guy is hot, you can be sure that he is going to be all over him. It's kind of pathetic and weird.
Arthur looked at the Conrads, curiosity taking the better of him. He was instantly taken away at the sight of them. Their eyes is what really got his attention. They were such interesting shades of blue, especially Duke's. He remembered seeing them in the hallway, but they didn't look so bright then. Blushing and thinking about what he was doing, he quickly looked away. Arthur always had a thing for pretty people with pretty eyes, and Duke was both of those.
(( *laughs because I'm accidentally making this into a really shitty romance novel for teenage girls* ))
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Dean instantly pulled his phone out, not even bothering to hide it. The teacher was chill when it came to him, but he was a hardass with his twin. It was a good thing they both had very distinct fashions. Duke, almost without fail, wore button ups and sweaters everyday. And, on the other hand, Dean's favorite outfit was a pair of black jeans and a tight white t-shirt. On the dAys he wore that outfit, he tended to stand out in the rain a little longer just to enjoy the stares.
Anything for a piece of eye candy like you, Elijah.
Dean replied after a few moments, almost tempted to take a screenshot and maybe take a creeper photo of Elijah. No, that was needy. But, he was needy at this point. A month single was weird for him, and it was even weirder that he hadn't even had casual sex in that time. His last ex was totally insane, however, so he wasn't shocked that people didn't want to be with him. It was flat out terrifying and probably not worth it.
Duke rolled his eyes again before starting to take notes on what the teacher was saying, zoning out in the mans voice.
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Anything for a piece of eye candy like you, Elijah.
Dean replied after a few moments, almost tempted to take a screenshot and maybe take a creeper photo of Elijah. No, that was needy. But, he was needy at this point. A month single was weird for him, and it was even weirder that he hadn't even had casual sex in that time. His last ex was totally insane, however, so he wasn't shocked that people didn't want to be with him. It was flat out terrifying and probably not worth it.
Duke rolled his eyes again before starting to take notes on what the teacher was saying, zoning out in the mans voice.
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We're teen girls, J. We're writing this for ourselves.
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(( True true. I didn't really take that into account ))
The moment his phone buzzed Elijah pounced on it. He was about to send another flirty text message but the bell rang. He stood up, tossing his things into his bag and tried to take a long time to see if Dean was going to talk to him. "Artie, hurry up."
Arthur, who was already done, looked at his twin like he was an idiot. "I'm done, you damn prat. Why did you give me that nickname too? It's weird." He went to walk out of the room and ran into Duke. "God dammit," he mumbled and looked up; suddenly he was frozen. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to run into you."
The moment his phone buzzed Elijah pounced on it. He was about to send another flirty text message but the bell rang. He stood up, tossing his things into his bag and tried to take a long time to see if Dean was going to talk to him. "Artie, hurry up."
Arthur, who was already done, looked at his twin like he was an idiot. "I'm done, you damn prat. Why did you give me that nickname too? It's weird." He went to walk out of the room and ran into Duke. "God dammit," he mumbled and looked up; suddenly he was frozen. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to run into you."
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Duke blinked in surprise at Arthur before putting on a cheery smile. "It's alright. It was an accident." He studied Arthur for a few more moments before tossing his backpack to Dean. "Don't forget, today's dodgeball day. Put my bag on-"
"On the other side of the gym. Yeah, yeah. I know how it works, Duke." Dean rolled his eyes before smiling at Elijah, winking, and walking out of the class with his hips swaying. He knew how to get attention, and he was pretty damn sure he had this new kid hooked like a fish. Now, he just needed to reel him in.
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"On the other side of the gym. Yeah, yeah. I know how it works, Duke." Dean rolled his eyes before smiling at Elijah, winking, and walking out of the class with his hips swaying. He knew how to get attention, and he was pretty damn sure he had this new kid hooked like a fish. Now, he just needed to reel him in.
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Arthur, smiling back, left the classroom and looked at his schedule. Gym. Of course. That one kid - Duke - had said it was dodge ball day too. Smiling to himself, he hurried towards the boy's locker room. Ultimate Frisbee had given him good arms, and so did bowling. He was ready to take on the school.
Elijah couldn't help but stare at Dean as he walked back. It was his first day of school here at Belmont High, and he was already feeling the the urge to flirt the day away. He caught up with his brother and talked excitedly. "Good god, that kid is gorgeous." While he was talking, Arthur was busy thinking of ways he could destroy the kids in gym. "Arthur! Twins!"
He jumped, realizing that Eli was near. "What? Oh, those twins? What about them?" He was trying his best to sound uninterested in them but he was just as curious.
"Aren't they gorgeous? Well, Dean is. His brother is attractive I guess."
"I don't really know. I mean, yeah I guess they're attractive but I haven't really given them any thought. Why are you so interested in him? You're not really into guys like him." He tilted his head to the side as they entered the locker room. "With you it's usually blond, shy, and short. Those guys are the total opposite of that."
Elijah picked out lockers for them and began to hurriedly get changed. "That's the thing, I don't know!"
Elijah couldn't help but stare at Dean as he walked back. It was his first day of school here at Belmont High, and he was already feeling the the urge to flirt the day away. He caught up with his brother and talked excitedly. "Good god, that kid is gorgeous." While he was talking, Arthur was busy thinking of ways he could destroy the kids in gym. "Arthur! Twins!"
He jumped, realizing that Eli was near. "What? Oh, those twins? What about them?" He was trying his best to sound uninterested in them but he was just as curious.
"Aren't they gorgeous? Well, Dean is. His brother is attractive I guess."
"I don't really know. I mean, yeah I guess they're attractive but I haven't really given them any thought. Why are you so interested in him? You're not really into guys like him." He tilted his head to the side as they entered the locker room. "With you it's usually blond, shy, and short. Those guys are the total opposite of that."
Elijah picked out lockers for them and began to hurriedly get changed. "That's the thing, I don't know!"
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Duke eventually caught up with Dean in the gym. His twin was wearing a white tank top and loose black sweats, the exact same thing as Duke was. Gym was the only time they matched, and that was because Dean always ended up wearing his clothes. The shirt was a bit tight on him, and Duke couldn't help but to notice one or two people staring at Dean. He didn't blame them. He certainly looked like he had a future in stripping.
Dean picked up a ball, tempted to throw it at his twin. No, that was a death sentence. Sure, Dean had a good arm, but Duke was a pitcher. No one wanted to be against him. The two made eye contact and they both nodded. They always aimed for each other. Duke was a great arm, but Dean was fast and agile enough to dodge most of the throws. They always ended up getting someone else out instead of each other. This time, Dean was determined to win.
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Dean picked up a ball, tempted to throw it at his twin. No, that was a death sentence. Sure, Dean had a good arm, but Duke was a pitcher. No one wanted to be against him. The two made eye contact and they both nodded. They always aimed for each other. Duke was a great arm, but Dean was fast and agile enough to dodge most of the throws. They always ended up getting someone else out instead of each other. This time, Dean was determined to win.
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