Lace & Studded Belts

First Contact

CHUNK

"...Fuckin stupid..."

Fingerless gloves force the trunk down as their owner flips his long black hair. Both his sister's and his suitcases were chucked and packed in the small black car. It was the ass crack of dawn...worse time to be waking anyone up! Irritated at being up this early where the sun was barely creeping over the sky giving it a soft pale blue hue, the leather clad boy leans against his ride. Sliding a comfort from his pocket and lighting It to feel the heat in the crisp morning as the nicotine kept him awake. There was no time for coffee. He exhales some of the built-up energy out, glaring at the two-story house he's always lived in, as good as smoke could be right now, he couldn't stand wasting time...

"HURRY THE FUCK UP SARAH OR I'M LEAVING YOUR STRAWBERRY WHEAT TOAST ASS ON THE SIDE OF THE ROAD!!" The older one bellowed from the end of the driveway. If he was awake, he'd might as well fuck up the neighbor's morning too.

"I'M GETTING MY PHONE!!!" The younger sibling shouted from inside the house, causing the boy to roll his eyes. Blowing smoke under breath the aggressive almost draconic appearance.

This was Peter. 6'1, cold chilling eyes, wearing enough black, zippers, rips, and chains to be a Final Fantasy character, except with barely 50% of the physical coverage on his body, at least upper body. Regardless his eyeliner and lipstick were honestly immaculate, compared to half of the girls in his school. Bitches practically all of them. At 19, he already hated everything, and everyone, and especially being up at 6:00 for fucking what? a school trip? Last time to make memories his ass...

Racing out of the house wearing an adorable hidden leaf sundress custom made, was his little sister Sarah. 5'8 and a bubbly yet somewhat shy deposition, Sarah was the more loved out of the two everywhere they went, even between their parents; except he had the better grades and somewhat skill to adapt to anything quickly if he cared. However, she wasn't him, and that was enough. Sarah holds her purse, to her annoyed older brother and sighs in a bit of relief, walking to see him smoking with a dead look in his eye like usual.

"Jeez, you made me think you had the car running..."

He almost chuckled at her naivete, "Oh, You thought I'd waste gas on you? That's cute princess..."

"Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed."

"Yeah ..yeah what else is new..."

He drops the Cigarette and stomps it out, while opening the front seat in the process.

"Let's go....Now."

"Fine Fine...Seriously for someone so 'above the world' your stupidly punctual" She huffs out and gets in passenger side.

"Quicker we move the less of my time is wasted simple, not that you'd know you did fail algebra."

"Fuck you...."

They put on their seatbelts as a bright businesswoman waves them off from the front porch. Her glasses and bright smile pierce their souls.

"HAVE FUN ON YOUR TRIP!! LOOK OUT FOR EACH OTHER MY DARLINGS!!! TAKE TIME TO KISS THE SUN!!!!! I EXPECT TANS!!"

Both of them cringed at their mother. Shuddering at that grin on her face, her 'type' of smothering was something they didn't need this early in the morning.

Sarah panicked, "Drive Man Drive!!!"

Peter starts the car, quickly flooring it taking off the driveway, and only easing up as they passed the trees and were out of sight.

"Why is she a Morning Person" Peter shivers "....No one is truly a morning person"

"I don't know....."