Coffee and UFO's

Fuckidy fuckin' fantastic.

A/N: I think I'm over compensating for my absence. Love meeee.

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"Pack your bags guys, school starts tomorrow and dad and I are headed to Mexico! Ahooa!" Yelled Mrs Howell excitedly from the bottom of the stairs.

A "yes mom" and a halfhearted groan came as her only response. In the bedroom that she was yelling towards there were two boys in very different positions. One with dark black hair and a pastel red (nearly salmon) streak in his hair was laying face down on his bed tossing things half assedly in to his large steamer trunk. From clothes to toy aliens, anything within his reach to be honest. He was in a black seater with a satanic cross on the front captioned satan is my spirit animal. He had pastel pink skinnies and black platform Oxford shoes with a clear platform filled with green plastic aliens. He seemed to be communicating to the other boy in grunts and groans.

"Hey, I know your pissed about boarding school but don't take it out on me. At least it's art school not military school" replied the other boy, as opposed to his extremely punk brother he was more we'll put together. He was dressed snazzily in khaki skinnies with a creme button up and tan vest with white converse shoes. His hair was cute and curly and his skin was pale though his eyes were bright and lovely.

"It's legal to run away in California. Let's high tail it. Fuck the man." Said the vaguely pastel goth boy on the bed sitting up.

"No bunk Dan. We're in Minnesota anyways you ignorant puffin." Retorted the bright eyed boy.

"But pj....I don't want it." Whined dan.

"I don't give a single train whistle now finish packing." Chastised Pj without so much as a look towards where Dan was "packing".

The night continued on much like this, packing and complaining from dan and packing and chastising from pj.

By the end of the night everything in the room was packed (with much whining from dan as he was forced to take down his posters and leave behind his grand piano) and they were on their stripped bare beds in pyjamas trying to fall asleep. Well pj was. Dan was checking over his travel backpack for the plane ride.

Stuffed alien check, satanic bible check, portable DVD player stocked with plenty of horror and anime check, 3ds and games check, phone tablet and laptop check, chargers check. He was all ready for the 12 hour ride to Ireland from Minnesota.

He swore to the demon lord he'd get back at his mother for forcing them to go to boarding school so she could enjoy a year long cruise around the world, but as his brother had mentioned at least it was art school not military school.

He rolled his eyes as he stated at the clock which read nine thirty pm, what peasants. All asleep so early. He sighed knowing he wouldn't be sleeping until they reached the school so he looked around for things to do. He picked up his favourite black polish and began to repaint his nails, he needed to look nice for the lil prep school shits. At least there was no uniform.

He took out his tablet and plugged the already fully charged device in to the wall and relaxed in bed before playing the conjuring to help him sleep.

Nope still no success, he'd made it through both the conjuring and Annabelle twice each before three am came around and it was time for them to head to the airport. He stood up on the bed and began jumping intensely almost as if to prepare himself for the next step of his plan.

"MOM PEEJ WAKE UP ITS TIME TO GOOOOOOOOO" he screamed at the top of his lungs causing everyone in the house to bolt up. It truly was an under appreciated talent, screaming like a murder victim that is.

He put on the same outfit as yesterday and as did Pj. His mother ran in trying to help with luggage. After ten. Minutes if struggle they made it to the car and drove to the airport. Dan took full advantage of the drive to play his favourite game "point out all the things I hate in the world" in which he thoroughly criticizes the world and it's inhabitants in a scathing manner while flipping of pedestrians and yelling at their fashion choices out the window.

By the time they made it on the plane and got their seats it was four thirty am, and as they flew they both (though one of them would never admit it) felt a tug of longing and nostalgia for their bedroom, home town, and last but not least their eccentric but loving mother.