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[color=008B8B]“Yo, Jay. JC. Wake up, man! We’re gonna be late!”[/color]

The voice of his younger brother brought Jameson Radley away from Dreamland and back to the real world. It was early Monday morning: his first day of senior year, and Jasper Radley’s first day of high school. It seemed like just yesterday that JC was getting into fights in the elementary school backyard, sticking up for his brother after some bullies had been teasing him. And today, his baby brother would be joining him in the jungle that was high school. Time sure flew, and it was JC’s job to make sure Jasper’s time in high school went smoothly and that he didn’t get into the wrong crowds. Lord only knew JC didn’t want his brother to follow the same path he had. Jasper deserved to be the one to go far in life.

The older Radley’s lack of response made Jasper anxious, as was obvious in the way he was tapping his foot on the floor. After another minute with no response from JC, the younger teen shook his brother’s figure harder, and blurted out a loud: [color=008B8B]“JAMESON!”[/color]

Finally, a hand emerged from under black covers, waving Jasper away. [color=6B8E23]“Fuck, man… I’m up, I’m up. Just… Gimme a sec.”[/color]

Jasper rolled his eyes at his older brother, but ultimately did as he was told. [color=008B8B]“Okay, okay! But hurry up, man! I don’t wanna be late on the first day.”[/color]

JC waved Jasper away again, his eyes still closed under the covers and his voice thick with sleep. [color=6B8E23]“Damn, Jasper, take a chill pill. I’ll be right there. You know I’m not a morning person.”[/color]

With a deep sigh, Jasper left the room, and after another long minute Jameson Radley finally pulled off the covers off himself.  After a few seconds of staring blankly at the ceiling and a long sigh, JC slowly got up from his bed and trudged his way out of his room and into the bathroom.

Once in the bathroom and behind a closed door, JC watched his reflection in the mirror. The older Radley teen’s black hair was a mess of wild curls, tangled after a night of restless sleep. Under his brown eyes were a matching pair of dark circles, and over his pale, muscled body he wore nothing more than a pair of black Calvin Klein boxer briefs. He slipped those off to take a lukewarm shower -more cold than hot- to wash the sleep and the last night sin’s away, enjoying the feeling of the trickling water down his body. Once out, dried and with the damp towel wrapped around his midriff, JC made his way back to his room to choose whatever [url=http://www.polyvore.com/jc_radley_first_day_senior/set?id=216795670]outfit[/url] he could organize the quickest. He then attempted to style his messy hair so it didn’t make him look as unkempt before gathering the essentials in his backpack and heading down to breakfast, leaving a scent trail of expensive perfume behind him.


About forty-five minutes later, JC and Jasper were kissing their mother good-bye after breakfast and taking their respective seats on JC’s car. The ride to school was a short but entertaining one: like all the ones that had happened since JC had received his Mustang as a Sweet Sixteen gift from his father. The Radley boys had made it their tradition to do a car karaoke every morning on their way to school. Today, it was Nirvana’s Smells Like Teen spirit blasting through the convertible antique car’s speakers, with JC and Jasper singing along to the long-gone Kurt Cobain. The boys attracted stares from their schoolmates as they entered the school parking lot, but neither of them seemed to mind. 

As soon as the car’s engine had been shut off, Jasper jumped off the car and raced to the building. His brother, however, made up a feeble excuse -that Jasper never bought, but chose to ignore nonetheless- and stayed in the car for a little bit longer. He’d received some requests for delivery of ‘products’ before classes started, and since his motto had always been to tend to his ‘clients’ first, Jameson made sure to handle his ‘business’ beforehand.