"Mm?" He took a momentary pause from unlocking the front door and stared at the yellow sticky-note stuck to his door. The blond adjusted his glasses and blinked, trying to shake off any hallucinations that might have followed him home from school. When the note remained, still greeting his blue eyes with its blinding neon color, Matthew plucked it off the door and began to read it.

The handwriting was smooth and round, making it easy to read. The 'i' even had a little heart over it instead of the usual dot.

'Nice weather we're having, huh?'

Matthew blinked. Was that all? He flipped it over and found the other side blank, leaving him confused. Figuring it was some sort of prank played by his brother; Matthew crumpled up the sticky note and prepared to toss it in the wind, ready to erase its memory from mind. In the last millisecond that it remained in his hand, Matthew shoved it in his slack's pocket and unlocked the door. Obviously, Matthew didn't want to litter like a naughty person would.

"I'm home!" He yelled, which really wasn't all that loud at all. "Alfred, are you here?" Matthew dumped his backpack next to the wall and removed his shoes. So far, the house was quiet. "Alfred?" Again, no answer.

Maybe he's out with his friends? Matthew shrugged and slid his way to the kitchen, using his socks on tile like skates on ice. His brother, Alfred, was quite the social butterfly as far as Matthew could tell. He was always walking around with a buddy at school, whether that 'buddy' seemed to appreciate Alfred's company or not. Matthew tugged at his tie, trying to get it to loosen its unforgiving grip around his neck. While Alfred might love to flit from person to person making friends, Matthew preferred a bit of a quieter high school life. People made him nervous. Not enough to get a full-blown panic attack, but enough to be completely tongue-tied around anyone outside of his very tiny friends circle. And besides, most people weren't aware of his existence anyway.

Just as Matthew began turned the corner to the kitchen, he felt something stiff slam into his legs, sending him tripping towards the ground. Right before his face hit certain death, Matthew felt strong arms wrap around his torso and pull him up.

"Saved ya', didn't I?" Alfred, Matthew's all-too-famous brother, popped up in front of him. If anything, Alfred looked exactly like Matthew, save the absence of the part in the middle of the forehead and a curl. Their shade of hair was also a little different, as was there eyes, but only slightly if at all.

"Yes, Alfred, you did." Matthew murmured, doing his best to maintain eye contact. He suspected that Alfred had been the one to trip him just so he could have the glory of saving Matthew from a faceplant, but that was just a suspicion.

"Yeah, so that makes me a hero, right, Mattie?" Alfred grinned, showing off those pearly-whites of his. It was a surprise that the flamboyant teen, who had dressed himself in a T-shirt in the most annoying shade of orange and ridiculously ancient-looking jeans, could hear Matthew at all. The youth's voice was so soft it was barely audible above the hum of household electronics.

"Uh-huh. You're a hero." Matthew smiled.

"Faaaantastic!" Alfred sang, skipping off into the kitchen. In a moment, he was rummaging through the pantry and pulled out a bag of Lays. Then, he dived onto the couch, located just a few feet from the dinner table, and flipped on the TV. All "Mattie" could do was smile at his brother's behavior. It did get a little annoying, but it was something he'd learned to put up with. Ever since the incident a year or so ago when Alfred had saved a Freshman from falling down the stairs he'd become more famous around school than he already was. In fact, people even began to call him a 'hero' and make up legends about him. All of their gossiping went to his head or something, because Alfred quickly became obsessed with the idea. He often preformed feats saving others from injury, mostly around home and on Mattie, just to show off his heroic skills.

"Hey, Alfred?" Matthew called, opening up an instant ramen cup.

"Urhm?" The noise of 'Courage the Cowardly Dog' and the crunch of chips blurred Alfred's voice.

"Did you or someone leave a note on the door?"

"No." Or, at least, that's what it sounded like.

"'Kay. Nevermind." Matthew didn't bother asking about it anymore; Alfred probably wouldn't answer. Instead, he busied himself with boiling water for his Ramen, then settling down alongside Alfred to watch TV.

Average life, Average life. Oh, how it was going to change.

A/N – Hey you guys. How are we today?

This is more of a test-run chapter than anything else. Seeing that I'm still young, I wanted to see if my writing skills are good enough to survive in the wide-world of fanfictions. Net. I'm not one to beg for reviews, but it would help to know if this should actually be continued. Sugar-coated reviews are not necessary. c:

Bye-bye. Thanks for sparing time to read this. See you again next time?