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[color=slategray][sub]Featuring:[/sub][/color] [color=a5a5a5][sub][b]Sean Sterling[/b][/sub][/color] [color=slategray][sub]&[/sub][/color] [color=ffb5fd][sub][b]Selena Sterling[/b][/sub][/color][color=slategray][sub]; [b]The Sterling Twins[/b]
Location: The Sterling Mansion —> The Maserati
Interacting With: Each other[/sub][/color]
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[indent]Sean Sterling wanted to drop out.

More than ever, in that moment, did Sean want to drop out. It didn’t matter; he didn’t need an education to ‘further’ a career. He didn’t need a degree to land himself a high paying job. He didn’t even need a job, he could go the rest of his life and never work a day. He truly, seriously, and honestly considered dropping out, giving up.

It was day one, the first day of school.

And Sean Sterling, more than anything in the world, wanted to give up.

Wondering what was wrong?

He’d stepped out of the warmth of the shower, only to face the cold of January that had wafted in through the window he’d opened to keep the mirror from steaming up. Leaving the heat of his (overly) hot shower, his skin still red from the pounding of the water… to enter the rest of the bathroom, was a shock, to say the least. He was fucking cold, and it was early, and he didn’t want to be awake.

[color=a5a5a5][b]“I’ve got to talk to mom about this. This is nuts. Maybe she’ll let me study from home or something. It’s fucking seven thirty in the morning. Why am I awake?”[/b][/color] Sean was speaking at normal volume, staring at the mirror as he did so, running a towel over his hair. [color=a5a5a5][b]“Ready to rock? Absolutely not. I’m going to go to school, and get dragged in the middle of more drama — probably somewhere kissing another dude won’t save us all. I’m better than this. I deserve better than this. A regular high school? There’s nothing left for me to learn, not here.”[/b][/color] Sean’s face soured, as he remembered his exile from the place he’d spent most of his life.

[color=a5a5a5][b]“But I failed. And, as a failure, this is what I get.”[/b][/color]

Whilst twin number one contemplated the meaning of life with his reflection in a bathroom mirror, twin number two was already showered and [url=https://imgur.com/F8Kxlxn]dressed[/url] for her first day back to school. Unlike her sleep-addicted brother, Selena had woken up two hours ago. Sel started every weekday with the same routine: wake up no later than 5:30, kick start her metabolism with a nutritious juice, early morning stretching and yoga with her mother, take a shower, do full makeup, get dressed, do hair, and finally enjoy a fresh cup of coffee before hopping in the car to head out. 

Selena was currently in the final stages of her process, which was putting the finishing touches on her hair. Having just finished working her platinum tresses into loose curls, Sel spritzed the locks with salt spray, She scrunched her hair slightly, using her fingers to give it a fresh off of the beach vibe. Selena appraised her work and nodded into the vanity mirror. After sliding a tube of pale pink lipstick into her purse, Sel set off towards the kitchen to fetch her coffee.

Of course, one could not forget that there was a very significant change to Selena’s routine today; A change that had not been a part of her mornings in over six years. Today, in this glorious year of 2043, Selena Sterling would [i]not[/i] be arriving to school alone. With notably extra pep in her step, Sparkles skipped up the stairs with not one, but two thermoses of coffee. [color=ffb5fd][b]“Brother dear, coffee’s ready, are you?”[/b][/color] she called out before even reaching his room. What? She was excited! Believe it or not, Selena has emotions… they were just... turned off for a while.

By the time Selena came calling for him, Sean had moved himself from his bathroom to his bedroom, and dressed himself. He was wearing clothes that had cost an unbelievable amount; most of his ensemble cost about as much as a fucking car, which to him was just nutty. Shopping with Brynn and Selena had led to three things: one, a giant charge to his parents’ credit card. Two, a blue lingerie set for Brynn — Sean’s treat. And third, and most importantly, Sean had gotten a pretzel.

Now, he was dressed and ready to die! [color=a5a5a5][b]“Yeah, I’m ready.”[/b][/color] He called back, walking toward the door and opening it. Sean’s jacket was slightly open, revealing that he was not wearing a Selena approved t-shirt, rather he was wearing a shirt that proudly proclaimed him to be a Rammstein fan. [color=a5a5a5][b]“Give me coffee.”[/b][/color]

Selena’s eyes were immediately drawn to the offensive fashion choice. Honestly, she had tried so hard to dress her brother up as a proper, upstanding citizen. Yet he chose to wear this trashy band tee. However, her only protest to this offense was to sigh softly, before handing Sean his coffee mug. The shirt made him happy, and everything else he had on was Selena-approved, so this would have to do. [color=ffb5fd][b]“Great, let’s head out. Did you eat anything? Should we grab something on the way? Which car should we take?”[/b][/color]

Sean sipped at the coffee, the glorious brew, the tastiest concoction he’d ever been lucky enough to taste, and thought about the questions she’d asked. [color=a5a5a5][b]“No, uhm… no, and I don’t care? A car’s a car, Selena.”[/b][/color] Sean shrugged his shoulders and took another sip from the coffee. It’s warmth flowed through his veins and generated heat in his otherwise chilly body. He zipped his jacket up all the way to his chin, and a very small, very faint smile appeared on his lips. Sean was [i]comfy[/i].

[color=ffb5fd][b]“You should eat something.”[/b][/color] Selena responded as they headed downstairs. Passing through the kitchen, Sel grabbed an apple out of the fruit bowl and passed it to her brother. If he ditched it when she wasn’t looking, that would be his decision, but her conscience was clear in it’s attempt to help Sean live at least a [i]slightly[/i] healthier life than he had been the past few weeks. [color=ffb5fd][b]“You should also consider getting up a little earlier, maybe do yoga with mom and I? It’s a very refreshing way to start the day!”[/b][/color]

The twins made their way down to the garage which was, in fact, the size of most peoples entire homes. Within the garage, there was a vehicle for practically every day of the week. Since Sean apparently had no preference in which car they chose, Selena went to her own pride and joy. Sel had received the sparkly pink [url=https://i.imgur.com/HkGW2Ka.png]Maserati[/url] as an extravagant gift for her sweet sixteen party. The custom plates read [i]Sparkles[/i], and she absolutely loves this car. The blonde sat in the driver’s seat — though she wouldn’t really have to do any driving of her own, unless she wanted to — and waited for Sean to get in the passenger’s side before firing up the engine.

Sean got into the passenger’s seat, munching on the apple. He’d been silently listening to her talk, but chose not to respond until the door shut. [color=a5a5a5][b]“Thank you, but no thanks. Yoga isn’t for me. Don’t worry, I’m keeping in shape. I’m just enjoying a lot of things that I couldn’t while I was at school. Speaking of school! What’s this place like? What are the teachers like? What should I be anticipating?”[/b][/color]

[color=ffb5fd][b]“Oh, uhm, it’s just school? The teachers aren’t really all that harsh, plus you’re super smart, so you really have nothing to worry about. I imagine you’ll be back at the top of the class in no time. There’s definitely a social structure to the student body, though, which is a little tougher to navigate. Which… you also don’t really have to worry about. You are my brother, Trixie’s cousin, and Brynn has taken at least a temporary liking of you, plus you proved yourself as useful to Hailey when you showed up Owen. Owen, though… you might want to steer clear of him for a while.”[/b][/color] Selena chattered on as the car auto piloted the sibling pair to Beverly Hills High.

[color=ffb5fd][b]“Which reminds me, I’ve been meaning to ask… since when are you the type to break up fights? Where is my mathlete brother, and what have you done to him?”[/b][/color]

[color=a5a5a5][b]“A lot has changed. I’m still smart, way smart. But, like… I’m better, Sel. Let’s just put it at that. I wasn’t gonna just let him beat your friend’s face in, so I put it a stop to it. I’d do it again, and again and again. It doesn’t matter who’s on the other end, I know me, and… I won’t lose. I’m still your brother, Sparkles. But I’m just… different. I learned a lot while I was gone, y’know?”[/b][/color] Sean finished the apple, by popping the core into his mouth and crunching it down. Stem and all. [color=a5a5a5][b]“Tell me about the teachers. Are they as bad as I suspect?”[/b][/color]

Despite his direct question, Selena was still hung up on his earlier words. Why was he so confident in his fighting abilities? [i]“I won’t lose.”[/i] What the hell was that about? She was about to try to pry further, but then figured that trying to get him to talk about his time at his other school was still a relatively sensitive subject, to say the least. Instead, she thanked him yet again. [color=ffb5fd][b]“Thanks for what you did. I know MarMar is really grateful that you stepped in. He’s a good person, sticking up for Lia like that, even though he’s never fought a day in his life.”[/b][/color] And neither had her brother, that she knew of. Apparently, Selena didn’t know as much as she thought she did. [color=ffb5fd][b]“The teacher’s are easy. I’m excited to have Mr. McGregor again for chemistry, he’s really funny… and chem is my favorite science class so far. I think for homeroom we both have Mrs. Winship. She… basically doesn’t pay attention to us at all, and you can get away with anything you want in homeroom. Mostly.”[/b][/color]

At this, Sean was interested. He didn’t much care about being thanked, or even really about Marshall. But at the end of her sentence, Selena had piqued his interest. [color=a5a5a5][b]“So, if I wanted to… say… take a nap in her class. You think that would be possible?”[/b][/color] He asked, leaning forward seriously. This was important! Thank god he’d worn a hoodie.

[color=ffb5fd][b]“It’s… possible?”[/b][/color] Selena’s lips curled up a little, as if the idea actually disgusted her. The Maserati neated parked itself in a spot of the BHHS parking lot. [color=ffb5fd][b]“But you really shouldn’t.”[/b][/color] Sel said before grabbing her bag and stepping out of the vehicle, making her way towards their first day of class.[/indent]