College, what a blast!

“Wake your lazy ass up.” Devan’s twin sister so sweetly aroused her from her slumber, while pushing her from the bed, again.
“That damn monkey stole my money.” Devan mumbled half asleep. Her blankets wrapped around her in disarray. Cameron, her twin, merely rolled her bright blue eyes, and after making sure Devan was actually awake, went back to her bathroom to finish her make-up.
Devan slowly rose to her morning routine.After stepping from the shower, Devan walking into her room, and looked for something clean to wear. Her clothes were tossed all over her room, it was a slim chance if she found something actually clean.
The Monroe house hold was unique in many a way, one of which being that the twin girls had met their parents all of three times. Another way would be that they had about twenty rooms in their house, it was the larges in town. And yet another unique aspect of the house was that the twin girls in it, looked nothing alike, though they were supposed to be identical twins. As well as looking different they had two seperate mind sets.
Cameron was the younger twin by thirteen minutes, she was blond, popular, and most importantly had nearly every boy at Elmont high school bowing at her feet. She never left without looking thoroughly puke inducing, at least that was what Devan called it.
Devan, or Deardre, as was her real name, was a little bit the opposite of her sister, she was a tomboy, only had five really close friends, all of which were boys who saw her as one of the guys.Her hair was not blondw or flowing but was a light shade of brown and cut just below the ear, worn in typical messy rockstar fashion. And though she never left the house without her eyeliner and mascara firmly in place, she would never be a fashion zombie like her younger sister.
For example today cameron’s attire consisited of a pair of pink fuzzy Uggs, a white skirt with a neon green and pink heart belt, and a light pink shirt. Her lovely blonde hair tumbling over her shoulders in loose waves with a green barrette pulling it back into a poof.
While Devan was in a pair of old army camoflage pants, with her white studded belt, and a black t-shirt with “YellowCard” in dark green across the back, with her black skater shoes.
“The bus is here girls! You are going to miss it!” The’re nanny, Olivia, called from downstairs.
Devan grabbed her bag from outside her door and slid down the banister toward her nanny.
“Bye Olivia!” Devan said kissing her nanny on the cheek, as she was shooed out the door, poptart placed in her hand.
Cameron came waltzing outside as Devan held the bus. “Who’s the lazy ass now?” Devan called with a smirk, climbing onto the bus. Devan caught the roll of her sister’s eyes as she passed the windows and the front seats heading straight to the back of the bus.
Taking her seat, the very last one on the left side, so she could watch traffic as it went past in the opposite direction. Devan put her feet up and started munching on her poptart.
Three stops and a whole poptart later, an athletic looking boy with midnight black hair and beautiful green eyes stolled onto the bus a smile on his full lips. The smile blew into a full grin when he saw his best friend at the end of the bus, wiping poptart crumbs from her shirt.
“Hey nerd” Devan said as Sean sat down next to her. The two had been friends for about five years, since Sean moved here. Sean was every girl’s dream boyfriend. He was sweet, cute, and athletic. He played hockey, rugby, tennis, baseball, and was the captain of the soccer team. Devin love him wholeheartedy, but more like a brother than anything else.
“Freak-face.” Sean said as he one arm hugged her.
“Why hello lovebirds, am I interupting?” Collin Westbur, their nerdy friend, asked as he walked toward them, and plopped into the seat infront of theirs. Collin was also known as the prankster king at school. In the hallway his blonde streaked brown hair was regarded with unease by the popular kids, and his nerd glasses and gray eyes were infamously feared.
“Yes, as a matter of fact you are.” Devan told him, throwing her arm and leg over Sean.
Laughing they started in on their dayly ritual, planning how to ruin Cameron, and her friends, day.
“We could,” Collin, the king of practial joking, stalled searching his mind. “What’s Camcam wearing today?” He asked Devan using Cameron’s childhood knickname.
“Skirt, skimpy shirt, fluffy shoes, the usual why?” Devan asked warily.
“Wel I’m thinking that a honey-water bomb would be just what she needs to… exfoliate.” Collin cackled madly.
“Dude you are so cracked.” Erik commented sitting across from Collin. Erik was the defition of jock, infact he fit in more with Cameron’s group than he did with Devan’s, but he chose to hang with Devan, to everyones disbelief. His hair was dark brown and usually mussed into a fohawk, and dark brown eyes, He and Collin were constantly butting heads.
“You just have no artisti eye.” Collin shor back at him.
“You boys stop fight, or I’ll shove you out one of these tiny ass windows.” Devan told them and leaned against Sean. They laughed at her. “How in the world do you stay perpetually tan?” she asked him.
“Well,” Sean started, “I am just the smallest bit mexican, you know along with all my anglo heritage.” Sean grinned down at Devan who stuck her tounge out at him and muttered ‘retorical’.
They looked every bit the loving couple, and Collin mocked them as such. When they got to school, they met up with their friend Scotty, he was by far the most kind hearted person any of them had ever met. He loved all animals, except squirrelsof courese, which was another story in itself, he barely ever spoke so peopletook his words to heart.
Brandon came running up behind them and jumped on Devan’s back. He whooped loudly as Devan stumbled trying to keep her balance.