Tom stopped his motor bike right in front of the College. He shook his head, wondering why people still went to this small and somewhat pre-aged town's more or less University. After all there were many Colleges in this country and you'd have to be either very lazy or absolutely desperate when you applied here. To be honest, most of them somehow seemed to be both, but he didn't really know any of them too well. Tom heard a bike stopping right behind him. He turned around and grinned at his younger brother Lenny, who looked really angry.
"I told you not to drive so quick! That's mean!"
"Is it?" Tom smirked sassy. "Well, I told you to drive faster. You didn't do it either."
"I fucking tried!", Lenny yelled and Tom couldn't help but laugh.
"Shhh, not in front of the College. You know that they don't approve of swearing."
Now Lenny had to laugh too. He remembered one instance when Diego and he were much smaller. They had argued and Tom swore at him really loudly. This had earned him a bad hiding by one of the teachers. Not that Tom had cared. He had started mocking at the college students as often as he could, only that he would never make the mistake of being slower than the teachers again. Back then Lenny had been really scared, but now he could only laugh at how childish they had been. Not that they had changed their habits, just improved their methods of avoiding punishments.
Tom took of his helmet and dragged a strand of his dirty blonde hair out of his face.
"Can't it stay in place just once?", he complained, making his brother chuckle.
"That's why mom constantly tells you to cut it."
Tom scoffed. "As if that would help. Believe me, I tried."
He placed his helmet back on his head and started the motor.
"Shall we see wether you are able to keep up with me?", he called and Lenny rolled his eyes as he also started his bike.
"What do I get if I do?"
And on they went.

Will sighed as the two bikers he had watched from his window left again. He had spent the last ten minutes watching them, because there wasn't really anything else he could have done. Boredom was one of his biggest problems right now. He had arrived one week before the College's start and now he was paying for it. He sat down on the bed in his room. It creaked horridly and he wondered how he should ever get to sleep in the night when his bed would make that much noise already. He thought about going outside, maybe into a pub or something, but then decided against it. Somehow, this loneliness wasn't so bad, he told himself, trying to make himself believe that he needed some time to order his thoughts. What an idiotic lie, he thought. But then again, what else should he think? He knew that communicating with people wasn't exactly one of his strengths, so why should he embarrass himself with trying?
A glance at his wrist watch told him that it was only five o'clock, but he didn't care. Without putting on pyjamas he just slumped down on his bed and tried to ignore the creaking as he fell asleep.