Coffee and UFO's

Of sleep deprivation and half moon scars.

A/N: I blame costco.

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Pj's nails dug in to Dan's arms as the buss drove erratically through the streets and towards the bumpy country roads. This would've been fine if Pj enjoyed car rides, but to be honest he detested them. The fact that his brother was there made it a bit better, because he was the only thing keeping him calm.

The buss was moving at an ungodly speed and taking turns sharper than the average mans wit, and needless to say Dan was loving it. He was living for the speed and the screams of the other children, the light pain in his arm was nothing and if anything it was adding to his nice trip. He was an adrenaline filled mess of giggles and laughs, he heard another laugh a few seats down. Good, another person appreciated quality entertainment.

The ride continued to speed up until they were reaching just over a hundred miles per hour and Dan and the other humanoid were laughing at a decibel of volume that was unnatural to any species asides from bats.

The increase in speed was flaying pjs nerves to the point where he had dug his nails in to his brothers arms until they bled. He'd apologize later. Not like he'd need to, his brother would just laugh it off or call him an "unoriginal twink" as per usual.

The buss began to slow down as the approached a large compound full of Victorian style buildings focused around one large one in the centre. It was painted a pale mint green with black trim. There were chalk murals in every available piece of cement and graffiti tags on all the large brick walls surrounding the compound. A large garden was towards the left hand side of the compound overflowing with nature.

"Ewe. Nature." Commented Dan in a mildly disgusted voice. Though he was mildly interested in the buildings. Very haunted house chic.

"Shut your poison vent Danny" shuddered Peej who was simply glad to be alive. He released his nails from his brothers flesh. In turn his brother rolled the sleeve of his sweater back down and nodded in thanks.

The got off the buss calmly (in Pjs case) and strutted towards a large podium. There was a tall elderly man who looked vaguely like Vlad the Impaler standing behind the mike shuffling cue cards and clearing his throat. A woman who looked dead on like Atilla the Hun stood besides him touching his shoulder lightly.

"Hello and welcome to the Anbhás school of arts and advanced academic prowess. You'll either learn to survive or drop out in the first month. I hope to see you to the end of the year, or better yet to graduation. Welcome back to our recurring alumni. Please head towards my lovely wife Irma for dorm house assignments. As you may have read six people per from house, and three bedrooms per house."

After an hour of queuing to get their placements it turns out they'd be housemates with each other and four other boys named Phil, Chris, Connor, and Eddie.

"Cool cool lets get our shit and blue skadoo the fuck out of here my fraternal womb mate." Said dan before dragging his steamer trunk towards house number 46 at a brisk pace. Pj kept pace dragging his along with him. They made it in and found names already in the doors.

Dan was apparently rooming with someone named Phil. 'cool cool' he thought as he kicked the door open so he could set his shit down. The door flung open to find a small pale boy with black hair with a blue streak and blue eyes. He was wearing galaxy tights and an oversized black hoody with an alien on it and combat boots. He was adorable and holy shit was he fuckable.