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Danke!
Chapter One
The morning light broke through the dormitory window, slowly crept its way across the floor, over the black fabric of my uniform pants, across my shirt from yesterday which I had simply thrown on the floor as I went to bed last night, and eventually to my bed, where it shone in through my eyelids waking me up. I turned onto my side, swearing lightly, Phineas somehow managed to talk me into this bed. He seemed to have that effect on me a lot. Since it was pointless to try to get more sleep, I got out of bed.
It was Saturday, so there were no classes—no chapel either, yes, Saturday was a simple free day. I changed out of my pajamas into a loose-fitting, faded blue, t-shirt and a pair of jeans, I wasn't sure if they were mine of Finny's, frankly, I didn't care, we were almost the same weight and (apparently) the same height. Besides, I thought, he wears my clothes all the time. I looked once at myself in the mirror, nodded, then turned around to face the other bed where finny was sleeping soundly.
I walked to the side of his bed and knelt down next to him. The faint sound of him breathing was the only thing I could hear. A moment of silence like this was rare, so I took a moment to savour it, knowing the moment I woke Finny all chances of a quiet day fled. I glanced at him once more and smiled, his light brown hair was tousled giving him a rather wild appearance, and yet somehow, it fit him. I sighed lightly as I said goodbye to the silence, then lightly shook Finny's side.
"Phineas, time to get up." I said softly as he began to stir. He sat up slowly, stretched and yawned then groggily asked,
"Time'sit?" I glanced at the clock.
"Nine thirty."
"Wow, already?" He rubbed his eyes then turned to look at me, a smile spreading across his face, "I had the most amazing dream!" I smiled, something about him in the morning humored me, perhaps it was how his typically alert green eyes seemed so unfocused, or perhaps it was his appearance, a dumb look of happiness always on his face.
He got out of bed and crossed the room to the dresser, completely comfortable about walking around the dorm naked. If faced with a complaint (from me) he simply responds with, "We're both guys, it's not like we haven't seen this stuff before." He's completely oblivious to how uncomfortable it makes others (again, read 'me') feel. He pulled on a pair of black jeans and a white shirt; I could tell without even really seeing them that they were mine. He looked in the mirror and combed his hair so it would lay normal then smiled and turned around to face me with an all too familiar gleam in his eyes. He had an adventure of some sort planned out, and guess who was being unwillingly dragged along? That's right, Me.