Who Do You Think You Are? (Frerard)

The Way Brothers

I look out of the window of my bedroom, watching the pain patter lightly on the glass. It's Monday. And that meant school. I had woken up early which is unusual for me. I look at my alarm clock that rested on my nightstand. 7:30. I had a whole hour until I had to be ready.

I sluggishly rose to my feet, stepping on discarded magazines and wandered out of my room and stepped into the bathroon. After locking the door, I turn on the shower and stand under a spray for a few moments before washing my body and hair, I shut off the water and step out of the shower, catching a glimpse of the short guy copying my movements in the reflective glass.

I wrap a towel loosely around my waist and step out into the coldness of the hallway, a tall, broad-shouldered figure walks square into me.

"Watch it." I say firmly, not looking up to see who it was, it was probably one of mom's friend's boyfriends.

There was a scent of tobacco and coffee on him.

"Why don't you watch it, short stuff?" He retaliates. He sounds emotionless. Like a robot. Nonetheless, I hide behind my hair and storm into my room, slamming the door harder than I mean to.

I change into my school uniform - black loose trouser and a white shirt with a blue tie and blazer - and pack my bag.

There's a knock on my door.

"Who is it?" I ask, not really wanting to know. The door opens and my mother sticks her head inside my room.

"Honey, I just wanted to tell you we've a few guests, the Way brothers." She smiles sweetly.

The Way brothers? Where have I heard that before?

"They'll be staying for a while. They're Donna's sons. The ones you go to Church camp with." She says

"A whole month?! Jeez."

"Yes. A whole month."

The one in the hallway must have been... ugh i can never remember his name... Jared? Gareth? Last time I saw him he had brown hair.

The other one's skinny as fuck.

The last Church camp was half a year ago.

I faintly remember him helping me with something to do with the bible. Fucking beliefs. If I went to church camp now, I'd be chucked out immediatley.

Because I'm gay.

And apparently that's wrong.

Anyway,

I don't want anything to do with them.

"I'm off to work. Be nice." She says just before she disappears into the hallway.

I stand up lazily and put my bag on my shoulder and walk out of my bedroom door, bumping into a small, mousy-haired boy with glasses. Not the person I ran into before.

"Hey." The boy smiles a little, pushing his glasses up.

"Mickey, right?" I say.

"Uh. Its Mikey." Mikey holds out his hand for me to shake.

I shake his hand once then return my hand to my side.

"I...I think I'll be in your year." Mikey says. I chuckle to myself. "What?" He asks self-consciously.

"We don't have years in our school." I say. Yeah...The only thing I like about my school. Mikey gave a questioning look. "We choose four of our favourite subjects. Anyone from any year could be in your class. But unfortunately, English, Math and Science are compulsory."

"Oh." Mikey says. "That's cool. Being in a class of people who like the same things as you." He gives a small smile. I smile back and walk downstairs, Mikey following.

"Coffee?" I ask Mikey as we reach the kitchen.

"I'll have one." A familiar voice says from the kitchen entrance. Jared. Or Gareth? Fuck.

I say nothing in return and flip the kettle on. The tall one runs a hand through his black hair messily and sits at the kitchen table, looking careless.

I make Mikey, his brother and myself a mug of coffee each, after asking how they wanted it. I sip mine in silence while they converse about school. Mikey tells his brother about the favourite subject thing then he turns his green eyes toward me and asks, "What classes are you in?" I look up at him, he's still sitting, but he isn't looking directly at me.

"Uh...Art. Music...Drama and French." I say, looking into my coffee.

"You took French?" He laughs.

"Yeah. There aren't many choices. I mean, I would have taken English but it's compulsory." I say and look towards Mikey, who's sipping nervously at his coffee.

I put my half-drank cup by the sink and head for the door.

"Where you off to Dopey?" I hear. Great. A Snow White reference. Ugh. Why am I so short?

"School. You know, the educational hellhole?" I say as I dart out of the door, not looking back.

Okay wow. This is terrible. I wrote it ages ago...it gets better.....I hope.