Brian bent down to pick up his notebook and papers that he had dropped all over the floor of the hallway. He had to quickly reach up and adjust his glasses on his head to make sure they didn’t fall off. Brian was the youngest of the Blackwoods and didn’t ever get a chance to forget that. While all of them had been brilliant, he was destined to be the one that moved on to invent something or be an officer in a Fortune 500 company. He always felt the pressure baring down on his shoulders.<br/><br/>“Ugh I want to skip this one. I have homework to do and that program I have to write isn’t anywhere near being done,” Brian mumbled to himself. He hated these little meeting that his mother arranged, but he wasn’t about to against her word. Even if she wasn’t a professor at the college, she’d make his life a living hell if he deliberately skipped a meeting. She was the den mother to say the least, and all the cubs would fall in line for her. Not to say that the relationship wasn't warm or anything. They were a happy family, it just seemed like stress was putting some strain on the bonds of family as of late.<br/><br/>Brian was the first one in the door. He stood the shortest of the family, due to age. He also stood the youngest of the family. Any trace of his figure was hidden behind the button up shirts that he wore near everyday. Today, he had on a red shirt, with a white undershirt under it, complete with a pair of black khakis. His broad shoulders pushed out on the shirt and usually, Brian kept it unbuttoned on the first couple, just for comfort. He had on glasses that would have looked big on an NBA player, but it was the only kind that worked for his eyes, and he had lost his contacts the night before. Something he neglected to tell his mother that morning. He had on a pair of white dress shoes as well, just to complete the look. He probably would have been called a nerd if anyone had to label him, even though he hated the stereotype.<br/><br/>The chair was comfortable, and Brian made it audibly apparent as he sat down in the first one he could find. His bag fell down at the side and spilled some books and papers out onto the floor. He may have been a smart cookie, but he was a disorganized one too. Most of the stuff he was carrying now wasn't even for a subject that he had that day. It must have made him look like a mess as the papers scattered about. He quickly reached over and started to gathering them up. Even though he did look like a mess, he was always accessible. Who didn't like their little brother? Well...who hated them at least. He never really fought with anyone in the family, at least outloud.<br/><br/>The stress was mounting, though. He reached up and rubbed his face, waiting for his siblings to walk into the room. "What time is it, Mom?" he asked taking in a couple long and deep breathes, trying to calm himself down. Brian could feel the stress tightening in his shoulders, which is where he usually started to feel it when he was stressed.<br/>