The Pinefields

Prologue: 0 to 100.

11:40 am, Thank GOD it was time for lunch. Groggily Orson stood up from his seat gathering up his books and worksheets. He didn't have any money today so lunch was out of the question, he wasn't feeling too hot anyway.

He felt as though he was going to throw up which of course caught the attention of his teacher.

"Maybe you should go home Orson." He had said resting a hand on the 17 year old's shoulder.

"Don't worry about it. I can stick it out until the end of class-" he chuckled rubbing a finger under his nose, trying to ease his favorite teacher's worries. He's seen an anime character named Osomatsu do it countless times and...sort of just picked it up. Very often now as the show got popular Orson found himself being called Osomatsu by his friends and brothers.

Poking fun at how similar the pair were, not that he minded he really liked the carefree, nonchalant, but badass character he found Osomatsu to be.

Because in a way he was like that too.

Granted he wasn't a 20 something year old NEET- nor would he want that kind of life for himself or his brothers to be honest.

Not in this fucking economy.

But overall Orson did admire Osomatsu for his loyalty to his family above all else, who were strangely like his family as well.

There were notable differences though; one was that his brothers were all different ages.

Except him and Karla, they were twins.

So were Ethan and Justin; the 4th and 5th born.

They also barely knew any Japanese an were born and raised in the United States.

"I'm serious, your health is way more important. After lunch come to my office and we'll go speak with Mr. Bigs about letting you go home early."

Orson inwardly groaned, he hated being coddled like this but the idea that he could skip 3 hours of classes did sound appealing. Very appealing in fact- not to mention he HAS been sick for the past 3 days.

He just hated missing shop and track.

With a sigh Orson nodded. "Yeah I guess you're right we'll speak to him later. I'll see you Mr. L." The teachers at his high school were all pretty cool and familiar with their students. So giving his young male teacher a firm urban hand-shake was nothing new.

After splashing his face in the bathroom sink, Orson walked to the library an peered in through the small door window.

Automatcially he spotted his 3rd brother Charlie, who was 16, in his usual spot: The corner of the library with his face in a thick biology book seemingly studying hard.

Orson was MUCH more observant than that and knew his brother all too well.

He could see the light red magazine poking out from inside the biology book and his little brother's flushed face as his eyes scanned the page.

Left. Right. Left. Right. Left. Right. Up. Down. Up. Down, went his eyes eagerly.

Orson snickered softly with a smirk and left the area heading to where-