The Other Side Of Me ✔️ | Garroth x Laurence x Reader PDH

Chapter 1

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Y/N - Your Name
L/N - Your Last Name
N/N - Your Nickname
F/C - Your Favorite Color
H/L - Your Hair Length
H/C - Your Hair Color
E/C - Your Eye Color
F/N - Favorite Number
This is the only time I'll be writing this. I have faith you'll remember what they mean :3
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Your POV

I open my eyes to someone jumping on my bed and screaming at me.
"Y/N! Y/N get up! We have school!" I lazily roll over and attempt to go back to sleep, ignoring my younger brother who was jumping on my bed.
"Nathan, school can wait. I want sleep." I groan. "Why are you so happy?" I mumble angrily. It should be a crime to be this excited for your first day. He stops jumping and flops down next to me, glaring impatiently.
"Because I'm a freshman now! I'm excited to meet new friends." I groan and sit up. He does too.
"At least one of us wants to go to school..." I say yawning. He scoffs.
"You know you want to go to school N/N." He says smugly. I dryly laugh.
"I guess. The only thing I want to do is graduate."

I stand up and walk over to my mirror. I wore an oversized Deadpool shirt with red plaid pajama pants. Nathan hops to my side. I may be a year older, but he's almost taller then me. I pat his head. He still hasn't brushed his hair. It was poking out, the red dyed tips going in all different directions. He dyed only the points of his usually 'combed up style' H/C red. It was his favorite color. His E/C looked excited and bright. The opposite of mine. Mine looked foggy from just getting up.
"Okay, I'll be down in a minute. Get out. Go brush your hair too." I say as I walk over to my walk in closet.
"Roger that." He says cheerfully and slams the door. I flinch. Why does he have to do that? I groan and start to get dressed in my uniform.

Five minutes later and I'm in the kitchen eating a piece of toast. I swear nutellas the best on toast. I had my uniform on and my bag draped on the chair. I didn't put any makeup on, because I didn't like it. I'm aware I'm ugly, no need to hide it. I get up and take my lunchbox from the counter.
"Thanks Zy." I say as I shove it in my bag, still chewing my toast.
"No problem little sis." I turn around to grin at him. He was putting a juice box in Nathan's lunchbox. My new brother was Zyler. He was awesome. The chilled back, free will, funny older brother only spoken in fairytales. He had chestnut hair, with dark blue dyed tips. He and Nathan had a blast dying each others hair one night. He had grey, stormy eyes and a smug grin that was almost always plastered to his face. He had the same features of our parents. Well, adoptive parents. They were the best, I couldn't ask for a better pair of adults.

I sling my bag over my shoulder and check my phone. A text from Romeo. I smile as I input my password and text a reply.
Romeo: "You been woken up by anyone yet?" I start typing.
You: "Yep. Nathan was jumping on my bed." I see the little chat bubble come up.
Romeo: "Good. I would've dragged you out." I half laugh at his response. The funny thing was, he actually would.

Romeo's my best friend. His real name is Ramirez. We just call him Romeo because Ramirez was too hard, and because he's a flirt at times, so it fit. He has jet black hair and gold eyes. He's mostly quiet at first, but blossoms when you get to know him. He moved here from Spain and has been home schooled ever since. I feel bad. He's always wanted to go to school with me, so he's excited for me to go to school. He lives on the street behind us, so I can imagine him sprinting down in his Tom and Jerry pajama shirt and blue shorts to wrangle me out of bed, only then to lock the door and sleep in my room. I kid you not he's done it before. He's been here so many times that my parents accept him as a third son. And man is he proud.
Y/N: "I gtg. Talk later yeah?" I quickly type.
Romeo: "Sure. And I expect details." I chuckle lightly.
Y/N: "Of course. Cya." And with that, I shove my phone into my jacket pocket and walk in front of the door.

I stop and look at the clock above the door. Great placement by yours truly. It read 7:50. School starts at 8:30 I think. I groan. I'll be really early if I leave now. I turn behind me to my brothers, stuffing things in their bags as they walk towards the door.
"When do we go?" I ask stepping outside. I get hit with a cold wind. I tug at my skirt. These things are WAY to short. Nathan snorts at my distress.
"About now. Don't worry, we're slow walkers." I groan and we start walking after Zyler locks the door. Mom and dad are at work, so we have to lock the door. And thus starting the long walk to school.