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Everyone was back in their original seats and John had wrapped his scarf around his head as if it was a bandana, he started whistling a tune, the Colonel Bogey March. Brian soon joined in as did Oliver and after a few more seconds everyone was whistling the tune together. But, the peace was soon disturbed by Vernon, like usually. The others stopped whistling but Oliver decided to whistle a dramatic tune for special effect, causing the others to grin.
"All right, girls. That's thirthy minutes for lunch." Was all Vernon said.
"Here?" Andrew asked in disbelief.
"Here." Vernon confirmed.
"I think the cafeteria would be a more suitable place for us to eat lunch in, sir." Andrew shared his thought again.
"I don't care what you think, Andrew." Vernon said back.
"Uh, Dick? Excuse me, Rich. Will milk be made available to us?" Oliver faked a frown.
"We're extremely thirsty, sir." Andrew agreed.
"I have a very low tollerance for dehydration." Claire made up an excuse.
"I've seen her dehydrated, sir. It's pretty gross." Andrew went along with the lie.
"Relax. I'll get it." Oliver held up his hands as if to calm them down.
Vernon tutted at him as soon as he moved to stand up though.
"Grab some wood there, bub. What, do you think I was born yesterday? You think I'm gonna have you rolling around these halls? You. And you, hey! What's her name? Wake her up. Hey! Come on, on your feet, missy. Let's go! This is no rest home." Vernon pointed at Andrew and the quiet girl in the back.
"There's a soft drink machine in the teachers' lounge. Let's go." He motioned for the teens to start moving.

"Claire? Want to see a picture of a guy with elephantiasis of the nuts? It's pretty tasty." John offered jokingly.
The four of them left were out of their seats once again.
"No, thank you." Claire denied.
"How do you think he rides a bike?" Oliver wondered out loud.
"Oh, Claire? Would you ever consider dating a guy like this?" John aksed her again.
"Can't you just leave me alone?" She threw her hands up.
"JJ, dude. Sometimes you're way too annoying, you know that?" Oliver chuckled.
"I try." John laughed back.
"You know what I wish I was doing?" Claire leaned against the statue in the middle of the library.
"Watch what you say. Brian here is a cherry." John warned her.
Oliver didn't know why but those words made something inside him stir. He shook his head to shrug the feeling off.
"A cherry?" Brian looked at John.
"I wish I was in a plane to France." Claire mumbled.
"I'm not a cherry." Brian muttered to John in embarrassment.
"When have you ever gotten layed?" John didn't believe Brian for a second, Oliver on the other hand stared at Brian intensively.
"I've layed lots of times." Brian cast down his eyes for a split second.
"Name one." Oliver joined in.
"She lives in Canada." Brian looked away.
Oliver blinked a few times. 'She.' Why did that word make him feel weird? John noticed his brother was distracted by the words and slapped his arm to bring him out of his daze. Oliver hadn't noticed Brian continued talking and completely missed what the boy had said.
"Ever layed anyone around here?" John looked at his brother though he directed his words at Brian, who was now spinning the wheels of his board absentmindedly.
Brian held a finger to his lips to shush the Bender while he motioned at Claire and Oliver.
"Oh. You and one of them did it?" John concluded, causing said teens to look up, interest piqued.
"What are you talking about?" Claire wondered.
"Nothing. Nothing." Brian shrugged it off.
"Let's just drop it, okay? We'll talk about it later." Brian leaned towards John.
"No, drop what? What are you talking about?" Oliver asked too.
"Well Brian's trying to tell me that in addition to the number of girls in the Niagra Falls area, that presently one of you and he are riding the hobby horse." John explained briefly and didn't fail to notice his brother cast his eyes down.
"Little pig." Claire threw at Brian.
Oliver couldn't help the blush that rose to his face upon hearing that. He hadn't even known the Johnson for a day, yet the boy was already making him feel things he didn't understand. He and Brian obviously hadn't done such thing but the thought of it made him flush even more. When he tuned the conversation back in again it was Brian that was speaking.
"John said that I was a cherry, and I said I wasn't. That's it. That's all that was said." He tried to defend himself.
"Well then what were you motioning to Claire and my brother for?" John frowned confused.
"You know, I don't appreciate this very much, Brian." Claire shook her head.
"He is lying." Brian pointed at John and Oliver couldn't help but chuckle.
"Oh. You weren't motioning to Ollie and Claire?" John asked.
"You know he's lying, right?" Brian didn't answer the question.
"Were you, or were you not motioning to Claire and Oliver." John asked simply.
"Yeah, but it was only.. It was only because I didn't want them to know I was a virgin." Brian shrunk down in himself, hugging his knees, John's expression changed in realisation yet didn't bother to explain himself to his brother.
"Excuse me for being a virgin. I'm sorry." Brian muttered.
"Tch. Why didn't you want me to know you're a virgin?" Oliver raised a brow from where he was seated opposite of his brother and Brian.
"Because- Because it's personal business. It's my personal, private, business." Brian cast his eyes away in order not to turn bright red.
"Well, Brian, it doesn't sound like you're doing any business." John grinned.
"I think it's cool for a guy to be a virgin." Oliver voiced his thought as he stared at Brian.
"You do?" Brian met his gaze.
Oliver glanced at John before letting his eyes fall on Brian again and he nodded with a small but genuine smile. Brian's lips quirked up and he let his chin rest on his knee as he looked down, positive his face was turning some shade of red again.

The teens were in their seat and packing out there lunch, all of them pretty hungry by now.
"What's in there?"John asked Claire.
"Guess. Where's your lunch?" Claire asked him.
"You're wearing it." He grinned.
"You're nauseating." Claire pointed out.
John grabbed one of the coke cans and threw it to the girl in the back, she easlity catched it. Then he grabbed another one, handing it to Oliver. Claire unpacked her food and started pouring soy sauce in a small cup.
"What's that?" John grimaced.
"Sushi." Claire looked over her shoulder.
"Sushi?" John repeated her.
"Rice, raw fish and seaweed." Oliver explained to his brother, quite amused.
"You won't accept a guy's tongue in your mouth, and you're gonna eat that?" John was genuinly confused.
"Can I eat?" Claire asked hungrily.
"I don't know, give it a try." John frowned.
Then it was Andrew's turn to unpack his lunch, he pulled out multiple sandwiches, a bag of chips, some drinks and then some fruits. Then he shoved his chair closer to the table and cleared his throat.
"What's your problem?" He noticed John, Claire and Oliver staring.
At the same time the girl in the back was making a weird sandwich with crisps and sugar and what not, Brian was already staring at her but Oliver and John also turned around to gape at her. A second later Andrew and Claire turned around to look too. When the girl took a bite out of her sandwich Oliver cringed and turned away. Then the rest also slowly turned their heads back. Olliver decided to have some fun and mess with Brian, not having forgotten the earlier events. He stood up and walked over, then plopped down next to the boy as he grabbed Brian's lunch bag, switching it with his coke.
"So, what are we having today?" Oliver interwined his hands together.
"It's just your standard, regular lunch, I guess." Brian answered in confusion.
Oliver reached into the bag and grabbed out the first thing he felt, a canister of sorts, and set it down in front of them.
"Milk?" He asked.
"Soup." Brian corrected.
Oliver reached into the bag again and Brian tried to reach for it too but Oliver stopped him by grabbing the boys hand and holding it in place. The item he grabbed from the bag was a pack of apple juice.
"Uh, that's apple juice." Brian explained with a blush covering his cheeks from Oliver's hand still holding his.
"I can read." Oliver chuckled.
"PB&J with the crusts cut off." He pulled out another item.
"Well, Brian, this is a very nutritious lunch. All the food groups are represented. Did your mom marry Mr. Rogers?" John stared at the duo, noticing his brother was holding Brian's hand.
"No, Mr. Johnson." Brian looked at John.
"Ah." John nodded.
"Here's my impression of life at big Bri's house." John walked closer to the back, everyone had their attention on him.
"Son?" He started in a deep voice.
"Yeah dad?" He said in a normal voice.
"How is your day, pal?" Deep voice again.
"Great, dad. How's yours?" Normal voice.
"Super. Say, son, how'd you like to go fishing this weekend?" Deep voice.
"Great, dad. But I've got homework to do." Normal but sad voice.
"That's alright, son. You can do it on the boat." Deep voice.
"Gee." Normal but amazed voice.
"Dear, isn't our son swell?" Deep.
"Yes dear. Isn't life swell?" A feminine voice to immitate Brian's mom.
Oliver felt brian tensing up beside him and spared the boy a worried glance while John immitated Brian's parents pecking each other before acting as if the dad punched the mom. Brian cast his eyes down and gulped but John didn't seem to notice, or care for that matter. Andrew and Oliver did though, so Oliver rubbed his thumb over the boy's hand that he was still holding, trying to offer some comfort.
"All right, what about your family?" Andrew tried to get back at John but now it was Olivers turn to tense up.
He abrubtly stood from his chair, making it fall to the ground. A hint of fear was in his eyes but only John seemed to notice. Oliver didn't say anything and just stood there as John spoke up.
"Who, ours?" John pointed at himself.
"Yeah." Andrew nodded.
"It's real easy." John walked back to his earlier spot.
"JJ-" Olivers voice trembled ever so slightly so he cut himself off, only staring at his brother in despair.
"Stupid, worthless, no-good, goddamn freeloading son of a bitch." John spoke in a deep voice while pointing at a random spot, then he turned to point at another spot on his other side.
"Retarted, big mouth, know-it-all, asshole, fag." He said in the same deep voice.
"You forgot ugly, lazy and disrespectful." He changed his stance, acting as himself.
"Shut up, bitch! Go fix me a turkey potpie." He shouted in a deep voice and flailed his arms around.
"What about you, dad?" He said in a different voice, obviously acting out Oliver.
"Fuck you." He used the deep voice again and Oliver's hands were starting to tremble with all kinds of emotion, anger, fear, anxiety, all of it.
"No, dad. What about you?" He raised his voice, still acting like Oliver.
"Fuck you!" He shouted in the deep voice.
"No, dad. What about you?" He shouted as himself.
"Fuck you!" He shouted even louder in the deep voice.
"Bam!" He punched his fist in the air as he threw his head back.
Oliver found the small act very accurate, seeing as it described yesterday evening perfectly.
"Is that for real?" Brian hesitated to ask Oliver.
"Wanna come over sometime?" Oliver smiled sarcastically.
"That's bullshit. It's all part of your images. I don't believe a word of it." Andrew scoffed, causing the twins to get riled up with anger.
"You don't believe us?" John glared.
"No." Andrew said.
"No?" John repeated.
"Did I stutter?" Andrew mocked.
Oliver silently walked over and turned around so his back was facing Andrew as he stood infront of the boy. Then he closed his eyes and pulled of his hoodie in a swift move without uttering a word.
"You believe that? Huh?" Oliver clenched his jaw.
Andrew and Claire let out soft gasps in shock and Brian frowned. Brian obviously didn't see what the other two did but he did see the scratched that littered Olivers arms and the bruises on his side. Claire's eyes started watering though. Oliver's back was covered in scars, wounds and bruises in purple, yellow, red and blue. Some of the wounds were fresh while others were already healing. A few of the scars were huge but most of them were small. Andrew and Claire struggled to find a spot on the boys back that wasn't covered. John already knew what they were seeing, he had some bruises of his own after all, but he also knew Oliver looked way worse since he was the one to take most of the hits because he didn't want his younger twin to get hurt like that.
"Stuggling to find a spot that's not covered? Yeah, I thought so. You don't know anything stop acting like you fucking do." He sneered at Andrew.
Oliver then walked back over to Brian and sat on the table as he pulled his hoodie back on, fixing his hair afterwards. Brian was still in shock, he had been able to catch a glimpse of Olivers back when the boy had turned around to put his clothes back on and was now stuck with a frown on his face. He felt deeply for the boy and wished he could do something to make it all better even though he knew there would be no such option. Yet, despite the fact that Oliver experienced such abuse from his very own father, Brian couldn't shake the thought of the boys fit body and coudln't deny oliver was hot.
"See, that's what you get in our house when you spill paint in the garage." John explained briefly, completely shutting down again and pushing his walls back up, as did Oliver.
"I don't think we need to sit with you fucking dildos anymore." John glared and walked away, Oliver following quickly behind him. Oliver didn't stop to look back and ascended the stairs, his brother on the other hand made the effort to shove some books off a counter with a loud yell before following. Then the two sat down with their backs at the other teens and stared out into space, leaning their heads in on their arms.
"Fucking losers." Oliver muttered, still furious, he heard the others mummble something to each other but didn't bother listening in this time.
In fact he could care less about any of them right now, he was completely done with those idiots. Especially Claire and Andrew.