(Pete)

This is great. Just fucking great. Another fall. Another first day of school. Another chance for my brother to woo the teachers in his favor. Reaching under my pillow, I grabbed my phone to check the time. The bright light attacked my eyes but I soldiered through it. 7:51 am. That gives me eight minutes to get downstairs before I was forced to drive to school with him.

I guess I wasn't going to shower today then. Whatever. Shit happens. If we didn't have that damned uniform, I would have just walked downstairs in my pajamas. But since I couldn't do that, I slid off my pants and T-shirt. I knew I wouldn't have a problem finding my clothes. The day before school my mother always filled my drawers with brand new uniform. Black and beige pants in the first drawer. White button downs in the second. Ties, bowties and those damned monogram socks in the third. And the ugly vest and cardigans are last. The shoes were perfectly aligned in the closet.

I decided to wear beige just because I knew my brother was wearing black. Of course I didn't tuck the shirt in. It was bad enough I had to button it up. At least the socks were comfortable. There was no way I was choosing a bowtie over a normal tie. So I put on the tie loosely. The vest was also something I chose not to wear. I yanked a cardigan out if the drawer and tied it around my waist. One look in the mirror told me I looked great. I slipped on my shoes and walked down stairs.

"Peter." My mother was the first to greet me. Dad was reading the paper, sipping his bitter coffee. Brendon was finishing off a plate of eggs.

"Mother." I mumbled. Walking to the cabinet and taking out a pack of Pop-tarts.

"I made eggs."

"I see." I opened the pack and slipped one out. Deliberately biting it slowly.

"Did you at least comb your hair today?" She rushed over to me. Frantically trying to style my hair with her hands.

"No." I waited until she was finished to run my hands through it. She sighed and looked to my father for help.

"Peter, comb your hair next time." He told me.

"Okay." I walked out the front door and into the passenger seat of the car my brother and I shared. Mom only liked it when he drove.
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(Brendon)

*Beep Beep Beep*
The steady ringing of my alarm clock woke me from my pleasant dreams. The red time flashing on the clock red 6:00am. I stretched before getting out of bed. I immediately made it after of course. And then I headed to the bathroom. Stripping out of my silk pajama set, I stepped into the shower. Making sure that the water wasn't too hot or too cold. While washing, I couldn't help but think of the upcoming day.

I loved first days of school. New uniform, new bag, new teachers, some new students and new things to learn. Everything was so fresh and ... Well new. I couldn't wait to find out who my teachers would be. They were never repeated. Each grade had a selected group of teachers. And each grade had a selected area of the school. The only time the grades merges were in music class, gym and lunch. I liked it. It made the academy more efficient.

I finished up, turning off the shower. The only towel I grabbed was my waist towel. No way was I going to school with towel dried hair. Instead I walked to the mirror where my blow dryer was. It wasn't plugged in of course. Because I was all for saving energy. I plugged it in and set to drying my hair. Singing softly as I did.

"I've got a pocket, got a pocket full of sunshine. I've got a love and I know that it's all mine. Oh. Oh whoa. Do what you want but you're never going to shake me. Stick and stones are never going to break me. Oh. Oh whoa. Take me away!"

I was an excellent singer, I should be. I started on vocal lessons at age five. I began singing in competitions at age ten. By the time I was fifteen, I'd mastered every vocal note out there. Now at seventeen, I was only getting better with age.

When my hair was finished, I parted it to the side and combed and brushed it until it was perfectly in place. Then I headed to my drawers that mother always thoughtfully prepared for me every year. I put on my socks first. Always. And then my briefs. Usually I would have worn the classic black and white on the first day. But I was feeling adventurous. I grabbed the beige pants instead. I made sure my shirt was perfectly tucked in before grabbing a tie. The weather channel predicted strong winds so I chose a cardigan over a vest. I slipped on my black dress shoes before heading downstairs with my briefcase.

"Good morning, Brenny." My mother greeted with a warm smile.

"Good morning mother and father." He grunted in response. I smiled. Father was always so busy.

"I made your eggs sunny side up. Because you're my sunshine in the morning." She sat the plate down in front of me and I thanked her. Now I just had to wait for Pete.

A/N:
Soo... Do you guys like it? I know I'm writing like fifty fics right now but I can't help it! I get an idea and it sticks. Then I have to write! So sit back, relax and vote and comment. Xoxo!