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oh-theatre · 5 years

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Sycamore High: Ted Fest (Chapter 5)

A/N: also known as the favorite chapter I have written. I hope you enjoyed cause I worked hard on this oof. Please leave comments, I would really appreciate it!

summary: Like a Ted Talk but its just Ted... talking :)

words: 2418 (oops)

warnings: Swearing, Bad Dad, Ted, food fight

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“Satan is a real man” Ted announces over the loudspeaker, the hallways erupt into cheers, Brian Holden sheds a single tear from his hellscape.

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Softly, Ted reminds himself. He tiptoes up the stairs listening to the growing anger coming from the kitchen. It's late on Sunday, his parents have just returned home. He makes his way across the hall and opens his door, locking it quietly once he is safely inside. He sighs annoyed, nothing can drown out the yelling, all Ted can do is listen. He reaches for his headphones but pauses when he hears his name enter the conversation. Should I open it? He thinks, he takes a moment but his curiosity controls him. He slightly cracks the door and put his ear in the hallway.

“You have never shown any love or respect for me or Ted!” He hears his mother shout, pain oozes out of her voice.

“Well maybe if either of you did something to deserve it! And maybe if Ted wasn’t such a fucking disappointment!” Ted bites his lip, don't say anything, stay quiet. The arguing continues, Ted shuts his door in the angriest but soft way possible and decides that was enough for tonight. Ted moves over towards his bed and lets the music drift into his dreams as he sleeps.

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“Good Morning parental figure,” Ted says approaching his mother in a t-pose stance.

“Good morning problem child,” Ted's mother says sighing not looking up from her coffee. Ted laughs approaching the table to where his mother sat. He examines the kitchen and grabs some coffee.

“No, dad?” Ted asks sipping the bitter drink. His mother shakes her head, fuck yeah, Ted thinks. He throws together some lunch before he kisses his mother goodbye and heads towards the bus stop. He gets distracted by a light buzz in his pocket. He reaches for his phone and reads:

FU: I'm picking you up, need help

SB: A’ight, what's new pussycat? With one ‘It's not unusual’ slipped in, Ted thinks. He smiles smugly and waits on the steps of his door for Paul.

“I need food” Ted whines stepping into the passenger seat of Paul's car, Paul rolls his eyes and gives him a look. “Look, its either I get food, or I jump out of this car and say you pushed me” Ted claims.

“Ted, please don't jump out of the car” A soft voice comments from the backseat, Ted quickly turns to be met with a very worried Bill. Ted gives him a reassuring look before turning back to Paul.

“Food or I jump” Ted says in a whisper, he doesn't want to worry Bill but he was hungry.

“Do it, you coward” Paul mumbles starting the car. Ted pouts before turning his attention to the road, they drive at a steady pace passing houses and shops. It was all fine until Ted spots the beautiful shining wonder of the McDonalds. Its a newly renovated, functional ice cream machine, piece of art. Ted feels his mouth water and he turns to Paul with pleading eyes. Paul ignores him, he is left with no choice.

“McDonald's! McDonald's! McDonald's!” Ted chants, he prays this will work. He turns to Bill whose face turns from confusion to understanding of his friends need.

“They have food at school,” Bill says, he gives a soft smile full of pride. Ted nods before turning to Paul, last piece of the puzzle, buddy, come on. Paul glares at both of them before he gives in. The urge to complete the trifecta is just too much, he pulls into the McDonalds drive-in and orders a single black coffee. Ted cries with happiness, this was it, he could die happy. Paul pays and drives into the parking lot to situate himself.

“You're so fucking stupid Ted” Paul says, exhaustion and annoyance fills his voice

“The only stupid I’m fucking, is you” Ted replies without thinking. The car goes silent for a moment.

“I hope you know that I hate you” Paul says after a while, Ted gains a smile

“I know, I love you too” He plasters on the fakest smile he can

“I love you guys too” Bill whispers from the backseat, Paul and Ted can't help but smile at him, Paul finishes his coffee and they continue towards school.

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“So what did you need help with?” Ted asks as the boys walk towards their lockers. Bill was reading through the halls, so Ted was on walking duty. He makes sure Bill doesn’t knock into anyone and hurt himself. They approach a crowded area, Ted grabs Bills shoulders and swerves him to avoid a collision as he continues his conversation with Paul.

“Well I really screw up with-” Paul cuts himself off as they reach their lockers. Two girls wait by the locker, normally this would excite Ted, however they look mad. “Emma” Paul says surprised. Bill looks up adjusting his glasses, he tucks his book into his bag. The 5 of them stand in awkward silence surrounding the locker. Paul shifts his feet, averting gaze towards the ground.

“Y’all going to area 51?” Ted asks finally, he gives them all an expectant look. Bill suppresses a laugh, Paul groans in annoyance, and the girls give him a very confused look. He sighs, he was just too funny for this cruel world. He rolls his eyes before nudging Paul, dude say something.

“Emma I'm really sorry, I got caught up and-” Paul starts he looks at his friends for help, Bill was already back to reading his book, Ted simply shrugs. “I slept in late, I feel awful please let me make it up to you” The shorter one looks at Paul. The other girl glares at the boys, clearly, that was not a natural expression for her. She’s cute Ted thinks, he averts his eyes towards a commotion in the hall. So is he, Ted thought looking at the boy causing the commotion. He was wearing glasses and suspenders, he raced through the halls timidly holding some kind of hot liquid. Ted's eyes grow wide and he shakes his head returning to the conversation.

“It was really embarrassing Paul, a bunch of kids from school were there, I waited for hours,” Emma says, her face flushes bright pink. “It really sucked, ok?” Paul nods sympathetically, he struggles for words.

“I- just” He sighs “How do I make it up to you” He repeats. Emma takes a moment to think, she shrugs.

“I don't know” She admits

“I do” Ted chimes in. Everyone including Ted is taken aback by this participation. He collects himself and continues on “You were embarrassed right?” He says towards Emma, she gives a slow, confused nod “Well then all we need to do is embarrass Paul” Paul's face grows in horror, Emma's face, however, gains a sly smile.

“What's the plan, tall man?” She says immediately regretting her life choices. (same Emma)

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Bill gives the all-clear with a very disapproving look. Paul and Ted clean up their lunches and make their way out of the cafeteria. Ted clutches to the walls, sneaking through the empty corridors 007 style. Paul walks. Like a normal human. Fucking useless, Ted thinks. Finally, they reach the main office, greeted by Emma and Emma’s friend, Charlotte. Ted nods and the girls go into the office, shortly followed by Ted and Paul. The girls go up to the receptionist and begin their distraction, having a full out meltdown. Ted and Paul make their way past the receptionist and peek into the principal's office, all clear must be having lunch. They open the door slightly and shut it once safe inside. Ted looks at Paul expectantly and points to the intercom.

“You know what you have to do” He says, Paul gives him a very concerned look, or he’s constipated. Paul clears his throat and pulls out a crumpled piece of paper and looks it over, his face goes through one too many emotions. He gives Ted a very shocked and disgusted look but Ted just laughs. Paul sighs and makes his way over to the desk, he sits completely defeated and pushes the button to talk. He puts on his most monotone voice, emotion has no place here.

“If I could do anything I think I would… shrink myself to the size of a mouse. I’d leave the world of men behind me forever, and live amongst the mice.” He starts, every ounce of dignity is drained from him. The words ooze into the halls and echo through the school. Ted squeals (yes squeals) with glee “And I would bring technology and art to those uncultured swine. And I would build tiny tools for their mouse hands made from toothpicks and marshmallows. And I would be their king, NAY, their prince. PAUL MATTHEWS THE MOUSE PRINCE! Ruling from my grand castle inches high, carved from the finest cheeses. And there I would dwell with my three mouse wives, and my twelve mouse concubines. (Laughs).” You don't say ‘laughs’ you asshole, Ted thinks “Oh, but the wars we’d have with the frogs, terrible, just terrible. Those metal mice warriors, the atrocities they’ve seen. Yes, that is my dream… My secret dream.” He finishes, shame is written all over his face. He turns to Ted who is beaming with pride. He stops pressing the button and his words, nay monologue, nay work of art bless the school. The students can be heard, confusion races through them, laughter sets in. Paul quickly rushes out of the office followed by a very giddy Charlotte and a more than happy Emma. Ted, however… he stays. He stands for a moment beaming with pride, he eyes the intercom. The principal with be here soon I should go, He thinks. He makes his way to the door but the intercom… it calls to him. He hesitates, but quickly locks the door and sits down. Excitement takes over, he pushes the button.

“Satan is a real man” Ted announces over the loudspeaker, the hallways erupt into cheers, Brian Holden sheds a single tear from his hellscape. Bill nods approvingly from his seat in the cafeteria, chaos sets in. A food fight breaks out, lockers and doors are banged upon, Robert Manion can be felt cowering. Ted looks to the ground, he smiles. This is just what He would have wanted. He takes one last prideful look before exiting the room and joining his friends.

“I can't believe you actually did it!” Emma exclaims actually quite surprised. “How..how did you do it?” She asks

“With the help of my friends,” Pauls says in reply “And Ted”. The group continue their conversation, the voices drown out, all that can be heard is Ted. The camera zooms in, fading to black and white.

They ask you how you are, and you just have to say that you're fine when you're not really fine, but you just can't get into it because they would never understand, Ted thinks. He plans to continue but is quickly brought back by a little nudge.

“You alright Ted?” Bill asks, his eyes wide. Ted sighs dramatically, Bill stares into the camera like he's on The Office. “I liked your monologue you wrote for Paul” Bill reassures him. This brings a sparkle to Ted.

“Um yeah, what the fuck was that” Emma chimes in. Paul shoots her a warning glare but its too late.

“That, as you called it, was my masterpiece” Ted begins, launching into a very dramatic interpretation, which led to an argument between Paul and Ted. The group lets it go on but eventually, Emma cuts them off.

“Ok ok, got it” She sighs rubbing her temples “God it's like the three of you share one brain cell but Bill has it most of the time” She mumbles

“Most of the time?” Ted says “Most oF THE TIME?” He repeats dramatically. “Bold of you to assume he doesn't have it all the time,” Ted says. Bill beams confused. Ted notes they still have time before class begins so they each head their separate ways for food.

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“So like my whole life, I thought, girls, ya know? No question about it, I like girls. But then, a while back I met this guy, right? He's shy and sweet and so smart. Oh, and you can't tell him I said this because I don't feel that way but it was like he opened a door. I mean I was excited to see him, I would blush every time he talked to me or accidentally touched me. I started thinking things like, he's cute. Which he was but I wasn't one to think about this kind of thing. I don't even think about girls like that. But then I did. I mean I started thinking and noticing things like that left and right, it was becoming a problem. Then the incident happened, the cute guy I mentioned earlier? Just a friend now, best friend but not important. Anyway one day I was having like a hardcore blushing/pining session. My friend is pretty oblivious so I thought he wouldn't notice, and then he didn't… so I was right. But someone else did, this guy approached me during P.E and he was all like ‘I noticed you looking at your friend’ and I was like ‘and what about it’ and then he was like ‘Are you gay?’. So I said ‘no’ you know, like a liar. And that was that, but then I was all like… am I? So this inner turmoil went on for a while but then I fell hard for this girl and I liked it. Wasn't faking it, so now I'm thinking… was it just a phase? Well yes but actually no, This girl and I, didn't work out, but then the other day I'm at the locker with my friends and these two girls. They are arguing over who gives a shit, and I'm just looking at this girl and I'm thinking she's cute. Then I look over at some guy in the hall and now I'm thinking he's cute. So…“ Ted pauses and shrugs “Girls? Boys? Eh, why not both?” He states

“Sir this is a Wendys,” The employee through the drive-thru speaker says. Ted furrows his brow.

“Yeah I know, I said I'll have a barbecue cheeseburger, with a side of baconator fries and a Dr.Pepper” Ted orders his lunch before making his way back to school.

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obviousartist · 5 years

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So no one asked for this but here it is

this is so random gosh

@luxet

Questions in bold

Spotify, SoundCloud, or Pandora?

Spotify ‘till the end!

Is your room messy or clean?

It would probably surprise people, but it’s so dang messy.

What color are your eyes?

Brown.

Do you like your name? Why?

I don’t know, I feel like it’s kind of overused because I know a ton of people with the same name.

What is your relationship status?

Single pringle! Although some people are trying to set me up. So far, no progress, which is fine by me.

Describe your personality in 3 words or less.

Dude, I died.

I know that’s not a real description, but I’m a HUGE pessimist, and I use that sentence too much, I should probably stop, but dude, I actually died, though.

What color hair do you have?

Brown.

What kind of car do you drive? Color?

Non car = non couleur

Where do you shop?

Where DO I shop? When was the last time I went shopping?

Edit: okay so I went shopping today. At Harris Teeter. Is this asking where I like food shop or where I clothes shop?

How would you describe your style?

Dude, I don’t have a style. I am soooooooooo style-less. I don’t know, though, because Buzzfeed (not an accurate source) always says I’m a hipster. Although, it also says I’m 50, which I can assure you, I am not.

Favorite social media account.

TUMBLRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!

What size bed do you have?

Twin. But I should really get a new one.

Any siblings?

One annoying as f**k brother.

If you could live anywhere in the world where would it be? Why?

Great Britain. Lots of culture, and they speak English too. Or NYC. Also much culture and BROADWAY, GUYS. BROADWAY!

Favorite Snapchat filter?

Non Snapchat = non filter

Favorite makeup brand(s)

I wear makeup like twice a year, okay? IDK.

How many times a week do you shower?

Usually every day, but I only wash my hair three/four times a week.

Favorite TV show?

I mean, Ellen is great, right?

Shoe size?

You can’t laugh. It’s a 4/4.5 women’s.

How tall are you?

We are now 5’2”. I know, shorty here.

Sandals or sneakers?

Sneakers. My nails look like trash.

Do you go to the gym?

Sometimes. Not usually, though, because I do many other physical activities already, so it’s not really helpful to wear myself out if I have to dance the next day or something.

Describe your dream date.

Ok. As a forever single pringle, I don’t really know (as of now). But. I will say that a serious creative something would be actually really nice. Not like painting class. But like reading. Performances. Things like that. Even movies (although the book is probably better).

How much money do you have in your wallet at the moment?

Kid, I’m broke. Haha. #liveswithparents

What color socks are you wearing?

I am currently barefoot, as I like it.

How many pillows do you sleep with?

Two. Deux. Dos. Due. Duo.

Do you have a job? What do you do?

No job here.

How many friends do you have?

I don’t know. I have my best friends and then I have my friends and then I have my kind of friends and then I have my acquaintances. I know a lot of people. I don’t like a lot of them.

What’s the worst thing you have ever done?

I don’t know. Not for me to judge.

What’s your favorite candle scent?

Vanilla.

3 favorite boy names

Alex, Jordan, and Eden.

3 favorite girl names

Alex, Elizabeth, and Jordan. Big fan of unisex names.

Favorite actor?

I don’t knowwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww. Why did I start this, this is very hard?

Favorite actress?

Emma Watson. That one’s easy.

Who is your celebrity crush?

We’re still sorting that out; hold on. ONE ETERNITY LATER . . .

Favorite movie?

The Parent Trap? The Sound of Music? IDEK ok?

Do you read a lot? What’s your favorite book?

Of course I read a lot. STOP ASKING ME TO CHOOSE MY FAVORITE CHILD. THERE IS NONE.

Money or brains?

I have neither, but if I got to choose money or brains, I would definitely choose brains.

Do you have a nickname? What is it?

No nickname. I guess I’m just not that kind of person.

How many times have you been to the hospital?

I regret to say a few.

Top 10 favorite songs

You’re really in for it, guys. I’m Not Famous - AJR Me Too - Meghan Trainor Uma Thurman - Fall Out Boy Nightmare - Halsey Boy With Luv - BTS If I Can’t Have You - Shawn Mendes I Don’t Care - Ed Sheeran SOS - Avicii Summer on You - PRETTYMUCH Kiss and Make Up - Dua Lipa Summer - Calvin Harris

Others include:

Bloom - Troye Sivan

You Need To Calm Down - Taylor Swift

Do you take any medications daily?

I take vitamin D/calcium supplements. Not medication, but okay.

What is your skin type? (oily, dry, etc)

A what what a what what what? I’m guessing oily?

What is your biggest fear?

Scaredy cat here, so I’ve got a lot of fears. I fear failure and being unwanted, though.

How many kids do you want?

Two. Deux. Dos. Duo.

What’s your go to hair style?

Ponytail.

What type of house do you live in? (big, small, etc)

Medium, I guess?

Who is your role model?

Emma Watson. Misty Copeland. Our female leaders leading change in the world.

What was the last compliment you received?

Uhm. I have no idea, man. I don’t even remember when it was.

What was the last text you sent?

No texting, but I do Skype. “Look kid idk but u said bye so ur loss”

How old were you when you found out Santa wasn’t real?

I had had my suspicions. But I don’t know who it actually was, and it is driving me kind of mad. I can assume it was my parents.

What is your dream car?

Honda Civic. Very sleek, not overly expensive.

I feel so boring.

Opinion on smoking?

DON’T FREAKING DO IT! I DON’T CARE WHAT YOU SMOKE. DON’T DO IT!

Do you go to college?

One day, my friends. One day.

What is your dream job?

Photographer? Editor? I don’t even know, okay?

Would you rather live in rural areas or the suburbs?

Suburbs. You don’t have to drive really far to get somewhere, but it’s still kind of calm.

Do you take shampoo and conditioner bottles from hotels?

Yes. Always.

Do you have freckles?

Nope. Zero. Nada.

Do you smile for pictures?

Sometimes.

How many pictures do you have on your phone?

No phone, but I have a crap ton on my computer.

Have you ever peed in the woods?

Yeah. It was awful.

Do you still watch cartoons?

Non, merci.

Do you prefer chicken nuggets from Wendy’s or McDonalds?

Can I not eat either?

Favorite dipping sauce?

Soy sauce. Or sesame oil, depending on what food it is.

I’ll settle for ranch for some vegetables.

What do you wear to bed?

Sweatpants/shorts and a T-Shirt/cami.

Have you ever won a spelling bee?

No, I wish.

What are your hobbies?

I play piano and I dance. I also die, but we don’t talk about that.

Can you draw?

I’m decent, I guess. No. I’m awful.

Do you play an instrument?

Piano and viola. DON’T @ ME ABOUT PLAYING THE VIOLA.

What was the last concert you saw?

My school orchestra concert.

Tea or coffee?

Water. Orange juice. Neither.

Starbucks or Dunkin Donuts?

Starbucks.

Do you want to get married?

Oui oui.

What is your crush’s first and last initial?

Uhm. Okay. So. SD.

Are you going to change your last name when you get married?

I don’t know. Depends on their last name.

What color looks best on you?

Black/navy blue.

Do you miss anyone right now?

My mom went somewhere (not disclosing) and my friends from school because it’s summer.

Do you sleep with your door open or closed?

Shut. Always. I have a brother. And a cat.

Do you believe in ghosts?

Non.

What is your biggest pet peeve?

People chewing with their mouths open. Ew.

Jeez I have so many, we’ll just say that for now.

Last person you called?

My mom.

Favorite ice cream flavor?

Vanilla. I promise I’m not boring.

Regular Oreos or golden Oreos?

GOLDEN!!!!

Chocolate or rainbow sprinkles?

Rainbow.

What shirt are you wearing?

An old Battle of the Books T-shirt from school.

What is your phone background?

No phone, but my computer background is an image of the Slytherin common room.

Are you outgoing or shy?

I am selectively outgoing.

Do you like it when people play with your hair?

I don’t know because no one touches it.

Do you like your neighbors?

I don’t know my neighbors. There’s this family that moved in and I’ve seen like two kids. Once on the day they got here. Another time when one of them was mowing the lawn. I don’t know them.

Do you wash your face? At night? In the morning?

At night.

Have you ever been high?

Non, merci.

Have you ever been drunk?

Non, merci.

Last thing you ate?

Peaches and apples.

Favorite lyrics right now.

STOP MAKING ME CHOOSE MY FAVORITE CHILD.

But: “Shade never made anyone less gay,” Taylor Swift - You Need To Calm Down

Summer or winter?

Summer.

Day or night?

Night. It’s currently 10:48 PM over here.

Dark, milk, or white chocolate?

White chocolate all the way.

Favorite month?

August.

What is your zodiac sign?

Leo.

Who was the last person you cried in front of?

I don’t know, okay? Probably my mom, though, knowing me.

I’m so boring.

Thank you so much for reading all of the sh*t I wrote up there.

#send me asks #idk man #wtf tumblr #what am i even doing #uhmmm #okay #random #boring #ugh ugh ugh

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nefarious247 · 6 years

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“Young Turks” - Chapter One

The prase “young turk” is simple slang to denote someone who is a little rebellious, pushing at boundaries, someone who’s out … seeking new things.

(You can read this story here under the “Read More” or on AO3 here.)

Jack hiked his backpack up onto his shoulders and readjusted the heavy box he was carrying. He did not feel prepared at all for move-in day. Truth be told, he was happy to be out of his mother’s house. She was drunk all the time, and Jack felt like he’d spent the entirety of his life being an adult in her place. He felt a little guilty at the thought of leaving her, but he was also glad he didn’t have any siblings to leave behind at the mercy of her. This was his life now - all the way across the country, no more dealing with mom and all her problems. He was going to live a life that someone his age should live, finally. Whatever happened to his mother, well, that just wasn’t his responsibility anymore.

He’d scoped out his dorms days ago to make sure he knew where he was going and what the best path to take there would be. As he lugged his few belongings up a set of narrow, dimly-lit stairs, he wondered what life would be like now. He’d have a roommate, of course, but he didn’t know what he’d be like. Jack shrugged the thought off and walked up the hallway on the fourth floor of the dormitory. He finally reached 492 and sighed in relief. He awkwardly turned the handle on the door and entered the room, only a little surprised to see that his roommate was already there.

Jack dropped his things on his bed and turned to say hello. His roommate hadn’t looked up from unpacking, so instead, Jack stayed quiet and simply looked around the room. His roommate, still a major unknown, was tall, fit, and handsome. He had wavy blond hair that fell just past his chin, and piercing blue eyes. He was wearing a plain tan shirt, loose jeans, and a battered red hat backwards. He was unpacking stack after stack of magazines and books and gently placing them on the bookshelf under his lofted bed. Jack saw that he’d already hung a few posters from what looked to be shooter films.

“Hey,” Jack introduced himself finally, “I’m Jack. I guess we’re roommates?” The other man looked up from his boxes and blushed, looking rather embarrassed for not saying hello earlier.

“Hah, yeah,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck, “I’m Ryan. Nice to meet you.” He quickly thrust his hand out for Jack to shake, and they shared an uncomfortable moment.

“Nice to meet you too,” Jack mumbled and pushed his glasses up on his nose. He started to unpack his box, and he decided to try to strike up a conversation with Ryan.

“So uh, there’s a ‘welcome day’ party or something going on at the student union tonight, are you going?” he asked as he put sheets on his bed.

“Oh,” Ryan responded, disinterested, “uh, probably not? Why, are you going?”

“Eh, probably not,” Jack laughed.

“Not the partying type, eh?” Ryan chuckled back. Jack grinned.

“I guess you could say that. I’d honestly rather shower and go to bed,” Jack replied with a sigh.

“That doesn’t sound too bad,” Ryan agreed. He started to collapse his now-empty boxes as he continued to speak, “Didn’t bring much, huh?”

“Didn’t have much to bring,” Jack replied, his tone dropping slightly. He’d suddenly become self-conscious of his small collection of possessions: one set of twin sheets, about a week’s worth of clothes, a lamp, a few books, and his scant school supplies. He hadn’t had a chance to go out and buy a towel, or shampoo, and he realized his desire to shower would have to be put on hold.

“I uh, actually gotta go shopping tonight, so I definitely won’t be at the party,” Jack said, trying to cover his embarrassment.

“Hey,” Ryan said quickly, “I actually have to get some things too. Wanna come with me?”

Jack turned to look at Ryan with a grin, “You got a car?” Ryan nodded.

“Good, ‘cause I took the bus here,” he laughed, “yeah, sure, I’ll come with you.”

They pulled into the Wal-Mart parking lot after a quick stop at the nearest McDonald’s and headed into the store. They both made a beeline for the towels - apparently Ryan had forgotten to pack his. Jack felt less embarrassed about his own lack of toiletries. Over the next hour, Ryan stocked up on all kinds of cheap foods, extra clothes, razors, and a few new books. Jack grabbed an inexpensive family-size bottle of shampoo, the cheapest towel he could find, and a few more t-shirts to add to his wardrobe. Ryan eyed Jack’s much smaller cart load and hummed to himself.

When they went to pay, Ryan whipped out cash before Jack could even get his wallet. Jack was horrified, and he begged Ryan not to pay for his things, but Ryan refused. The cashier was confused and a little afraid of how sternly Ryan had reprimanded Jack, but they were soon done and back in Ryan’s car. All the embarrassment had returned to Jack, and his entire face glowed red.

“Why’d you do that?” He asked, mostly confused but also a little angry.

“Look, my parents are paying every penny of my tuition. They paid for this car, the gas that’s in it, and they give me four hundred dollars a month for groceries. From now on, if you need anything, just tell me,” Ryan said sternly.

“I can’t ask you to buy everything for me, I’ve got money, and I barely know you! Plus it’s your parents’ money, wouldn’t they be mad if they found out you’re spending it on someone else?”Jack argued frantically.

“We’re gonna be roommates for at least a year, better get to know each other!” Ryan practically growled, “and no, my parents barely noticed that I left for college, they don’t care what I spend my beans on.” Ryan paused.

“Besides, that’s way too much money for me to spend on myself every month. I couldn’t go through that much if I tried! You’ve gotta help me with this burden, please,” he laughed, his entire aura softening. A weak smile tugged at Jack’s lips, and he scoffed and shoved Ryan.

“Agreed, then,” Ryan declared, “I’ll be Mr. Moneybags and you be my friend, tight?”

“You can’t buy friends, dude,” Jack laughed.

“Shut up!” Ryan exclaimed.

Jack opened the door to his and Ryan’s room and flopped down on his bed. He rubbed his hands over his face and through his thick red beard. He pulled his glasses off and abandoned them beside himself on the bed. He groaned and closed his eyes as he pressed his hands hard on them.

Ryan rolled over in his bed and stared at Jack for a little bit before asking, “Rough morning?” Jack only grunted.

“You don’t know how lucky you are that you don’t have eight-A-M’s,” Jack sighed.

“Oh, believe me, the way you act when you come back from yours is enough,” Ryan said solemnly.

“This class is gonna kill me,” Jack moaned as he rolled over to lie on his belly. He clutched his pillow tight to his face.

“I believe in you,” Ryan teased. Jack’s hand appeared from under his pillow, and he flipped Ryan off. Ryan only laughed and rolled back over in his bed.

They’d only been in school for a month, but a lot had happened in that time. Jack and Ryan had developed a mutual affinity for Ryan’s favorite shooter films - Licence to Kill, To Live and Die in LA, and Reservoir Dogs - as well as Jack’s favorite bands - The Smiths, Simon & Garfunkel, and The Replacements. Jack was helping Ryan with his civics class, and Ryan helped Jack with his computer science class. They mutually-struggled with their calculus and geology classes, and Jack helped Ryan memorize lines for his play while Ryan helped Jack with his numbers for his budgeting class. They typically avoided on-campus events, unless they were business- or theatre-related, which played to Jack’s and Ryan’s majors respectively.

Additionally, they’d optimised their time together to get shopping, homework, and extracurricular requirements done in time to watch movies on Ryan’s new VHS player they’d bought in their second week. When Jack saw it on sale at the store, he’d planted the seed of want in Ryan’s mind by pretending to offhandedly mention how cool it’d be to be able to watch Ryan’s favorite movies in their dorm. Ryan dedicated one-hundred and twenty of his dollars to the VHS, a small boxy TV, and five of his favorite titles. They’d wasted no time setting up the TV and VHS player in their dorm, and spent the weekend watching all of Ryan’s picks. They bought a few new tapes every week and had their own movie nights on the weekends. As Ryan had predicted, his parents didn’t bat an eye at how easily he went through his allowance every month.

Ryan rolled back over, having suddenly remembered something he urgently needed to tell Jack, “Hey, good news!” Jack looked up from his pillow expectantly.

“Kris, that cute brunette in my theatre class, y’know, the one who’s super into lighting? Yeah, she’s seen you hanging around in the theatre during rehearsal, and she told me that she thinks you’re ‘quite the looker’.”

Jack frowned slightly, “Eh, I’m not really interested. Sweet of her to say so, though. I thought this beard might be unsightly.”

Ryan frowned hard, upset that his foolproof plan to cheer Jack up had failed miserably. He huffed and turned back to face the wall. “You’re impossible.”

“What?” Jack scoffed, “because I don’t particularly care about that one girl in your theatre class?”

“No,” Ryan retorted, “because you’re so damn hard to cheer up.”

“I’m fine,” Jack laughed unconvincingly. Ryan knew he was lying, but he left it for now. He was exhausted, and Jack would be more willing to talk when he was done with his classes. For now, they could just relax and sleep. Nine twenty-five was too early to talk about real stress and difficult classes.

When Ryan’s alarm went off two hours later, Jack was already gone. Ryan got up and got dressed; he ran a comb through his hair and studied his face briefly in the mirror. He grabbed his backpack and strolled out of the dorm. He sauntered out into the brisk October air and hurried to class. He slept through his first class, lazily took notes that slowly deteriorated into doodles during his second, and he ended up skipping his third after having decided that he was too tired to attend. He stopped by the mailboxes on his way back to his dorm and picked up his mail. He stuffed a couple of envelopes and a subscription magazine into his bag and retrieved a second key from his lanyard. He walked up a few feet and unlocked the box labeled “Pattillo, Jack”. He’d stolen Jack’s key a few weeks earlier when Jack said he would never get mail. Ryan checked the box every time he checked his own, but thus far it had been empty. Today wasn’t any different.

Ryan was surprised that Jack never got any mail at all - not even letters from the college. He thought for sure Jack would get a letter prompting him to join on-campus clubs, just as he had, but his mailbox was empty even then. Ryan briefly wondered if someone was stealing Jack’s mail, but he remembered that he had the key and would have noticed if someone had taken it. He shrugged it off and made his way back to the dorm.

Jack was back, working on homework with his books and notebooks scattered all over his bed. Ryan climbed onto his bed and opened his letters. He chuckled a little at the first one, but frowned when he read the second. He took the four hundred dollar check out of the envelope and briefly skimmed the scrap of paper inside before crumpling it up and tossing it into the garbage. He pulled out his wallet and placed the check safely inside. He returned his attention to the first letter to read it again.

“You got two letters today?” Jack asked, having been distracted from his work by the sound of Ryan’s crumpling.

“Oh, yeah,” Ryan responded, still half-reading the letter, “from my brothers.”

“That’s them on the wall, right?” Jack pointed at a polaroid picture that showed two young boys with their arms wrapped around each others’ shoulders. Ryan looked up and grunted.

“It’s an old picture, but yeah,” he commented lazily, “apparently they joined AV Club and Astronomy Club this year.”

“How old are they?” Jack asked.

“Hmm… They’re fifteen,” Ryan said after a moment of thinking.

“That’s a lot for fourteen-year-olds to do on top of school,” Jack observed.

“Yeah, they do sports too. Cross Country in the fall and Track in the spring,” Ryan elaborated, “they’ve always been the busy type, y’know?”

“What about you?”

“Pshh,” Ryan scoffed, “I didn’t do anything in high school except get into trouble.”

“For real?” Jack was intrigued. Ryan didn’t really seem like the troublesome sort, at least not as far as Jack knew.

“Yeah, I was in detention almost every day,” Ryan chuckled, but his tone was sour, “I got in a lot of fights at school, and after school I’d go out and pick more.”

“Real ball buster, huh?”

“Hah, yeah,” Ryan muttered, “I guess you could say that.”

They stayed quiet for a moment. Jack suddenly felt awkward, realizing that something was bothering Ryan. Before he could say anything, Ryan piped up again.

“What about you? What’d you do in high school?”

“Oh, uh,” Jack thought for a minute, “Well, I was in Key Club and I was the Vice President of Student Council. Kept me busy enough.”

“You were a good kid, then?” Ryan asked as he shot Jack a sly grin.

“Eh, I guess,” Jack muttered, “I wanted to do well enough in school to be able to go to a far-away college, so I guess, yeah, I tended to be pretty good back then.”

“Back then? You telling me you’ve got some secret mischief now?” Ryan asked.

“I mean if you count watching movies all weekend instead of doing classwork, then yeah,” Jack laughed. He fell back onto his pillow, upsetting one of his textbooks.

“Why’d you want to go to college far away from home?” Ryan questioned.

“That’s,” Jack paused, “well, that’s kind of a lot. I guess the short answer is I didn’t have a great home life.”

“Sorry,” Ryan said awkwardly, “I, uh, I get that.”

“Sorry to hear that,” Jack replied sincerely.

“You leave any siblings back there?”

“Nope,” Jack said, “mom knew better than to have more than one kid, and I can be grateful for that I guess. You ever worry about yours?”

“Eh, a little,” Ryan admitted, “but I think they’ll do better than I did. They don’t go looking for trouble.”

They fell silent again. Jack shuffled uncomfortably in his bed, and Ryan sighed quietly. They rarely talked about their home lives, and now they understood why. Life before college was messy and complicated, even if they were barely saying anything.

Ryan got off of his bed and turned the TV on. “You up for The Rocky Horror Picture Show?” he asked. Jack nodded. Ryan took the tape out of the case and put it in the little slot in the front of the TV. He pressed buttons on the front as he was prompted to and the movie started.

Jack had only caught glimpses of the movie on TV at home, but he’d never sat down and watched the whole thing. As far as he was aware, it was a racy movie, but Ryan claimed it was better than Reservoir Dogs. Jack declared he’d be the judge of that - he couldn’t see how a movie made almost twenty years before Reservoir Dogs could even hold a candle to it. Ryan swore he’d love it.

Jack didn’t take his eyes off the screen once. Ryan was secretly very pleased with himself for choosing such a hit. There was a point about halfway into the film when Jack looked like he very much wanted to ask a question, but he stayed quiet and focused on the movie. Ryan noted this observation and made a point to return to it when the film was over. For the time being, however, he let Jack watch in peace.

Nearly two hours later, when the film was over, Ryan broke the noise of the credit music to inquire what Jack thought of the movie.

“I’m sorry I doubted you,” Jack said, a mystified glaze over his eyes as he watched the credits roll by, “that was incredible!”

“Told you so,” Ryan grinned. Before he could ask Jack anything else, Jack posed a question of his own.

“So was the main character…”

“Gay?” Ryan interjected.

“No,” Jack shook his head, “I guess I don’t know what I’m asking. What… God, that sounds horrible… Okay, whatever, what is he? Or she? I don’t really know.”

“Jack, are you telling me you don’t know what a transvestite is?” Ryan laughed.

“Yeah,” Jack grumbled, “I guess so.”

Ryan laughed at Jack’s expense before he explained, “This is probably not the best explanation in the world, but a transvestite is basically someone who dresses like the opposite gender and, like, lives their life that way.”

“Oh, okay,” Jack said, still not totally understanding.

“Is there anything else you don’t know about?” Ryan teased.

“Shut up,” Jack laughed, “Transvestites weren’t exactly a big thing in my hometown!”

“I’m not really sure they’re a big thing in anyone’s town,” Ryan wheezed between laughs.

“You’re an asshole!” Jack threw a friendly punch Ryan’s way, and a lot of things happened all at once.

Ryan’s right palm met Jack’s fist and twisted his arm sharply. Jack cried out in surprise and Ryan dropped his arm in an instant. Ryan leapt to his feet, his face glowing red. Jack shot him a quizzical look.

“Sorry,” Ryan mumbled, terribly embarrassed, “I just thought…”

“It’s fine, dude,” Jack said, shaking out his arm as if to prove that it still worked. Ryan smiled weakly and went to eject the tape from the TV.

As Ryan was putting the tape away, Jack braved another question, “So like, are Transvestites women who used to be men?”

“No,” Ryan said as he returned the movie to the shelf with the others, “that’s a Transgender person. I’m not really that well-versed on the subject, but I guess the big difference is how they present themselves to other people? Like, okay, do you know what a Drag Queen is?” Jack shook his head no, “Um, okay, well they’re men that dress like women and perform. Not really like strippers, but, you get it? I would say that Drag Queens are Transvestites. And, um, Transgender people are like, actually that gender. Like… oh! Candy Darling!”

Jack stared blankly at Ryan in utter confusion. Ryan sighed.

“Andy Warhol? The artist? Candy Darling was one of his main models,” Ryan explained, “actually, come to think of it, a lot of Transgender women modelled for him.”

“I know who Andy Warhol is, but that doesn’t really explain anything,” Jack admitted. Ryan just shrugged and returned to his bed.

“It’s not that important,” Ryan sighed, facedown in his pillow, “I’m going to sleep, I’m exhausted.”

“G’night, Ryan,” Jack yawned as he pushed his books off his bed and burrowed into his blankets.

Halloween came quickly. Jack and Ryan spent most of October running around like chickens with their heads cut off, working on projects and papers, and studying for exams. Ryan’s play was the first weekend of November, Jack had a mock federal budget due, and they both had lab journals to turn in. They spent more time than ever holed up on the fifth floor of the library, where they could spread out over the entire floor. They created a studying bolthole, and they were there working away every spare moment.

When everything was finally finished - save for Ryan’s play - and classes were finished, Ryan and Jack addressed the issue of Halloween. There were likely hundreds of parties going on, and they’d been invited to a few by their friends and Ryan’s castmates. They simply weren’t sure what to do. They could always spend the night in watching the small collection of Spielberg films they’d accrued, or they could go nab some half-priced candy at Wal-Mart. Of course, they also felt obliged to go to their friends’ parties. In the end, they decided to dress up and go out.

Ryan drove to a pop-up Halloween store that had been set up in an abandoned department store. Surprisingly, even on Halloween in a college town, they still had loads of costumes. Ryan had a bit of an issue finding a costume tall enough for him, but they eventually found good ones and headed for the checkout line.

Ryan found a grim reaper costume, complete with a tattered black robe, a horrifying skull mask, and an enormous scythe. He was ecstatic to look so terrifying, and Jack was already on edge imagining someone of Ryan’s stature cloaked in that monstrosity. Jack had found a Rocky Horror Picture Show costume, a Frank N. Furter one to be exact, and it came with a matching wig.

“Do you think I should shave my beard?” Jack asked.

Ryan considered it for a moment before responding, “Absolutely.”

An hour later, Jack was clean-shaven and they were dressed to the nines. Not an inch of Ryan’s skin was visible, and he looked like a real wraith had stepped out of the astral plane to haunt the streets. Jack had a sharp but curved jawline hidden under his beard, and in the full costume, he looked a lot like Tim Curry in his glory days. Ryan painted his face and used some of the stage makeup to finish off the look, and together they looked incredible.

They made their way to Ryan’s friend Kris’s party, which was off-campus at her house. Ryan drove to the party, and they were able to park in her driveway. She’d offered a spot in the garage even, to keep Ryan’s car safe from drunk people, but he figured it would be fine so long as it was off the road. Kris was dressed as Marilyn Monroe, and she definitely looked the part.

“Jack? Is that you?” she asked, ogling over Jack’s costume, “you look incredible!”

“Thanks!” Jack smiled, not at all playing the part.

Ryan and Jack followed Kris through a small crowd of people, mostly other Theatre majors, to the back yard, where there was music, drinks, and all kinds of games. Ryan saw a bunch of his castmates and tech students he knew, and Jack recognized a couple of the student directors. They struck up conversation and danced under the strings of orange and purple lights Kris had hung from tree to tree.

When someone came around handing out drinks, Jack took one to taste, but Ryan refused. Jack shot him a funny look and he just shrugged. Jack rolled his eyes and tasted the beer. It wasn’t great, but it would do. He wouldn’t have more than just the one, but he would enjoy the one he allowed himself to have. Soon, he and Ryan were just dancing in a tightly-packed group of people.

The sun slowly set, and the party got less and less sober. The crowd got closer, and everyone was sweating, even in the chilly evening air. At some point, Ryan and Jack got separated. Jack didn’t mind terribly, he just slowly made his way out of the center of the yard to the back where people were bobbing for apples - or, rather, trying to, but they were too drunk to actually get any.

One of the people attempting to bob for apples - a man in a Fresh Prince-era Will Smith outfit - stumbled over to Jack and swung a red solo cup sloshing with beer his way.

“Didn’t know dressin’ up as a faggot was an option!” he laughed.

Jack rolled his eyes but otherwise ignored the guy. He was, however, keeping a weather eye out for Ryan, almost desperately waiting for him to return from wherever he’d gotten off to. The man wasn’t letting up though.

“Seriously - hic - you look like - hic - a dimestore tranny!” the man said between drunken hiccups.

“This is a real costume,” Jack said smoothly, “I’m dressed up like a character from The Rocky Horror Picture Show.”

“Yeah, the fag movie!” the guy laughed, spilling some of his beer on Jack.

“It’s - you know what, I don’t care,” Jack scoffed as he shoved the man away and turned to leave the yard. The guy grabbed Jack by the shoulder and stopped him. He sloppily sloshed more beer onto Jack, and he looked angry now.

“Where you goin’, fag?” he spat.

“Get off of me!” Jack exclaimed and shoved him away again.

“Fag on the loose!” the guy cried as Jack hurried away along the fence.

Jack could feel his face getting hot. He was glad he had the face paint on to hide how red he probably was underneath it. He climbed the stairs to the back porch and ran into one of Ryan’s friends who was also avoiding the beer. He struck up a conversation with the guy, Stuart, and recounted what had just happened with an air of inconvenience.

“God,” Stuart groaned, “Derrick’s the worst, especially when he’s drunk.”

So his name was Derrick. Jack made a note to avoid him in the future. Jack and Stuart moved away from the unsavory conversation and discussed school of all things, while drunk college kids milled about around them.

Earlier, when Ryan and Jack got separated, Ryan retreated into the house to use the bathroom. When he returned to the kitchen, he found Kris being harassed by friends of someone she’d invited. He stormed into the kitchen looking like Death himself and told the guys off.

“Knock it off,” Ryan said.

“Or what, you’re gonna reap our souls?” the first guy, a redhead wearing a shoddy He-Man costume, retorted, feigning intimidation.

Ryan pulled his hood down and his mask off to reveal the murderous expression on his face and growled, “get out.” At the sight of his face, the guys lost all the desire to argue and practically bolted out of the kitchen.

Ryan put his mask back on and turned to Kris, “Some people, I swear.”

“Thanks, Ryan,” she said awkwardly, “I know, it’s like, I threw this party, the least you could do is respect me!”

Ryan and Kris left the kitchen and started up a conversation in Kris’s living room, where a group of people were watching The Shining and drinking more than they should. Kris grabbed another beer and offered Ryan some, but he declined again. She shrugged and continued the conversation. More people were crowding into the room, some there to actually watch the movie and some there only because they wanted to sit. Eventually, Kris and Ryan ended up crammed into one recliner. The Shining had ended by that time, and someone had gotten up and changed the movie to Friday the 13th. Kris scowled and turned away from the TV. She was now entirely in Ryan’s lap, mostly facing him. He had to awkwardly wrap his left arm around her to keep her from falling out of the chair.

“Sorry,” she groaned, “I just hate this movie so much!”

“Why do you own it?” Ryan chuckled.

“I don’t! It’s one of my roommates’,” she said. She leaned against Ryan’s chest and tried to block out the sounds of the TV.

Ryan’s arm tightened around Kris instinctively, and she snuggled into his embrace. Her hand had settled gently on his shoulder. Ryan kept talking through all this, although he was now hyper-focused on her every move. He was telling her about how he’d seen this movie a lot as a kid and it didn’t really freak him out anymore. Her ear was right over his heart, and she let the steady beat of his heart and the hum of his voice distract her from the screams emanating from the other side of the room.

“We don’t have to sit in here if you don’t want to watch this movie,” he said suddenly, having broken from his monologue.

The next thing he knew, he and Kris were locked in her room, and he was trailing kisses down her jaw. His cape and mask were abandoned on the floor, along with Kris’s blonde wig. Kris pushed him onto her bed and fell with him, and he rolled over so that she was underneath him. He sat up and pulled off his gray undershirt before laying back down to resume kissing her.

They moved together, the sound of the movie and the music permeating the room and creating an energetic ambiance. The entire room was dark, except for the spray of light that came in through the window from the backyard. Their bodies were hot; Ryan, despite his size and strength, was gentle with Kris. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt her, emotionally or physically.

When Ryan rolled off of Kris, breathing heavily and dripping in sweat, he held her close and placed a soft kiss on her hair. She leaned into his embrace and hummed softly. His arms wrapped tighter around her, and he intertwined his legs with hers.

“So, uh,” Ryan whispered, “you still have that crush on Jack, or…”

“I was kinda thinking you and I have more in common, so…” Kris laughed softly, “besides, between me and you, you’re cuter.”

Ryan kissed her again and nuzzled her with his chin, his short beard tugging at her hair. She closed her eyes and sighed happily.

“Shit,” Ryan groaned, “I forgot about Jack.”

“We should go find him, probably,” Kris agreed, realizing what Ryan meant.

Ryan crawled out of Kris’s bed and pulled his jeans on. She slipped back into her dress and picked her wig up off the floor. Once they looked presentable, they sneaked down the stairs past a couple drunk kids and left the house. Ryan scanned the crowd in the yard, trying to pick out Jack. Kris nudged him and pointed to her right, where Jack and Stuart were sat having a heated discussion about the differences between Macbeth and Banquo. Ryan rolled his eyes and smiled.

“I guess he’s fine,” he groaned. Kris laughed.

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And Thanks For The Black Eye // Brallon

Pairing: Brallon Summary: Brendon Urie is an idiot. He also goes by things that friends of friends of friends and so on and so on, say. Which is why he has to write a letter to Dallon Weekes. P.S. Thanks for the black eye, it suits me well. Word Count: 4,177

Disclaimer! I got this idea from here.

Dallon Weekes,

I just wanted to apologize for the kiss that I stole from your mouth on the first day of summer, June 20th to be exact. You can keep the jacket, I just request that my heart is given back to me.

Deepest Love,

Xx ~ Bren.

P.S. - Thanks for the black eye, it suits me well.

My handwriting was awful but it was all I could do, having scribbled it down on an old sketch paper with old doodles all over it. It was a spur of the moment idea as I was wandering about on my day off of work and I just so happened to pass by Dallon’s work. I could see him through the window, easily spottable, the giraffe he was.

I sat outside the shop and wrote out the note on the paper that I found in my bag from a couple months ago. Once finished, I enter the little cafe and step up to the counter, Dallon had disappeared but I didn't mind.

“One coconut cream ice coffee, four and four, please.” I smile at the girl taking my order. She nods and grabs a cup, scribbling the notes down on it and somebody else takes the cup and runs off to make it.

“That'll be three seventy-four.” She looks up at me with big, bright green eyes and I pull out a five, telling her to keep the change just as the other girl comes back with my coffee.

“Thank you, and uh, could you give this to Dallon for me please?” I hand the folded and lightly wrinkled paper to the girl who made my coffee.

“Sure! Do you want me to get him for you?”

“No, thank you. Just give him the letter, he'll know who it's from.” I say and she nods, scurrying off to find him as I leave.

I continue to walk about aimlessly. Ending up in the place I’d kissed Dallon less than a day ago…

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“Why are you bringing me out here? I thought we were just going to get McDonalds?” Dallon asked me as I made my way to the swings in the park. They were abandoned at this hour, the sun was just rising and it was only about one in the morning. I sit on the plastic strap and the old metal creaks under my weight.

“We will, I just want to watch the sun rise over the lake.” I reply and Dallon joins me, sitting on the swing next to mine. I rock myself on it just slightly.

The park was always a favorite place of mine, even now that I was seventeen years old. It overlooked the lake and was surrounded by beautiful, natural flowers, bushes and trees. Everything was in full bloom and it was gorgeous, it all sparkled from the dew that resided on everything as the orange glowing rays of light spilled over it all from between the trees.

Dallon shifts around on the old uncomfortable plastic and almost falls onto the wood chips on the ground below, catching himself at the last second. I notice and watch him, he pants for a second from the slight heart attack he gave himself. I giggle softly at his clumsiness.

He glances over at me and turns red with embarrassment, “Tell me you didn't see that.” He chuckles.

“Oh, I did. Moron.” I shake my head with a grin on my lips. He starts to laugh a bit, staring at me and I stare back. I notice his soft shivering and the goosebumps all along his soft looking skin, and I give him my jacket.

His blue eyes were being hit with the orange light and the lighter flakes of blue were tinted gold and made his eyes glow, popping against his lightly tanned skin and dark hair. His mouth was a deep pink that matched the pink in his cheeks. He was so pretty.

I had planned it and cancelled it on myself hundreds of thousands of times but I now realize you can't plan things like this, they just happen.

I kiss Dallon Weekes on the swing set at sunrise on the first day of summer. His mouth was warm and his lips were plump, smooth, they tasted like energy drink and artificial strawberry.

He pulls back and takes me by surprise. Not with a smile, not with a love confession and certainly not with another kiss but a fist to the face.

The rumor that my best friend heard from a friend that heard from a friend (and so on) that Dallon Weekes liked boys was incorrect. The information must've been lost in translation.

Dallon got up and left me on the swing set to watch the sunrise all alone.

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I sip at my coffee on the swings, it’s not nearly as beautiful as it had been this morning. The water was a bit choppy in the lake, people must be boating. I wish I were out on a boat, if I had one that is. Dallon had one and he would bring me out on it a lot, that probably wouldn’t be happening much anymore. I pull out my phone and notice a new snapchat message, I open it.

It’s just Sarah making a weird face. I send one back, just as weird and admire my black eye for a bit. I draw a little heart around it on the app, smiling. It was like a little trophy to my achievement towards kissing Dallon. I save the picture as a memory.

She sends one back pretty fast, it’s of her making a shocked, over exaggerated face with a caption that read, ‘Holy shit dude! I’m omw to the park so you can explain!’ I chuckle.

I think of telling her not to come but I really don’t feel like typing out the long answer.

It doesn’t take her long to show up, “Hey, dickstain!” She shouts as she jogs over, sitting where Dallon had hours before.

“Hey, asshole.” I give her a nudge.

“Dude your eye looks so much worse in person. Doesn’t that hurt?” She reaches over and touches the side of my face.

“Well, yeah, of course it does, genius.” I roll my eyes and she slaps me.

“No need for the asshole-ish comment.” She scolds, “How did this even happen?” Sarah promptly asks.

“Let’s just say that friend of a friend of a whatever-the-hell, was totally wrong about Dallon Weekes liking boys.” I rub at my face.

“Wait, you told him!?” Her eyes almost pop off her face.

“No, I kissed him… And he punched me.” I give her a smile, “I still got to kiss him though and that’s all that matters.”

“Jeez, you’re giddy for someone who just got their heart stomped on.” She rolls her eyes, “How are you always so damn happy?”

I shrug, “It was just so nice, it’s what… Well, almost what I’ve always imagined.” I grin.

“Tell me about it.” She says with her full attention on me.

“Well, it was one in the morning and him and I were gonna get some food and I wanted to watch the sunrise over the lake so we sat over here…” I smile as the scene replays in my head, “Dallon almost fell off the seat and we laughed together over it… He looked so pretty in that light, the way it tinted his hair, making it look so much lighter and made his skin look so much tanner than normal… And his cheeks were all red, and his lips matched perfectly, his eyes popped against the deep glow of his skin and hair, little golden flakes glowed through the blue… He was so beautiful, a work of art… Dallon Weekes was my favorite song brought to life, the human equivalent of the most perfect melody.” I hum with my eyes closed, “And then I kissed him, and then he hit me and ran away with my jacket and my heart.”

“Wow…” Sarah mumbles, “You really do love him, huh?” I nod for a bit, thinking about the feeling it gave me to kiss him.

“I wrote him a note and left it at his work.” I tell her.

“What’d it say?” She questions and I pull up the picture I took of it on my phone, handing her it and she proceeds to read it aloud, mumbling, mostly to herself but I still hold onto each word of my own.

“I gave it to a co-worker of his, he took his break while I was outside the shop writing that.” I inform Sarah and she bobs her head in reply, her brown hair swishing over her face as she did that, some stray bits falling in her face.

“It’s a sweet note. I hope that there won’t be any hard feelings between you both.” She frowns as she turns to look at me.

“Me too… I god, I hope.”

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I stop by the cafe every morning, either on my way to work or while I’m just going on a walk. I seem to just miss Dallon each time, our schedules just moments apart from colliding. Isn’t it how sad life can be sometimes?

I get to the record store that I worked at about ten minutes late, my boss is reorganizing some stuff on a shelf. He turns as he heard the chime of the bell tied to the door, sighing as he sees me, “Late… Again. ” He shakes his head.

“Sorry, Joe. Line at the cafe was wicked long. Brought you a coffee though.” I say as I place both of ours on the counter.

“That makes up for it.” He chuckles, “Some guy came in here about ten minutes ago, when you were supposed to be here. He left a jacket for you.”

My stomach drops and my heart sinks when I see my Queen varsity jacket. I just missed Dallon, “ Shit… ” I breathe to myself, “Thanks, Joe.

“No problem my dude.” He replies as he drops all the Pop Vinyl boxes in his arms, they all hit the floor and tumble everywhere, “Goddamn it!”

“Don’t worry about it, I’ll clean it up for you, go get me the new shipment of stuff and start stocking until I finish.”

Joe heads off to the back and I sit on the floor, picking up each box and setting them into a pile on the floor, a neat one so Joe would hopefully just let me leave them there.

The door chimes open and I glance over, only able to see the legs of the person from the tall display case. I just ignore it and continue stacking boxes. The person crosses the room and leaves only a moment later. I could care less, right now I just wanted to get my shift over with.

Joe comes back out, “Who was that?” He asks.

“Don’t know, they came in, walked across the room and left.” I shrug.

“You didn’t greet them?”

“Nope.” I say blankly and Joe lets out a huff.

“You’re an idiot.” He mutters as he places a pile of boxes on the floor. He starts to walk off to go get a few more from the back and stops, “Hey, Brendon, there’s a paper with your name on it over here.” I jump to my feet and run over to him.

My name is scrawled across the paper in somewhat neat handwriting.

Dallon.

“Fuck!” I shout, slamming my palm to my forehead, “Dumbass!”

“What?” Joe says, startled by my outburst.

“Dallon came back and I didn’t even see him! God-fuck!” I yell and Joe looks at me weird.

“What the hell is with you? You’re acting like a fucking loony-bin.” Joe questions, eyeing me over.

“Joe! I kissed that guy! That’s why I have the black eye! He fucking punched me in the face and I- Agh!” I groan again, hitting my forehead a second time.

“Calm down. Just call him or something dude.”

“I don’t have the courage for that!”

“Read the letter, I’m going to get more boxes.” He rolls his eyes and heads off to the back room.

I open the paper and sigh.

Brendon Urie,

Thanks for the jacket, sorry it took so long to get back to you… I’ve been busy.

Thanks again,

~Dal

I drop the paper back to the counter and lean over, resting my head on my arm. I hate everything now.

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I enter the cafe, note in hand, at nine-thirty sharp. No Dallon, as always. I order my usual that the girls usually have ready as soon as I walk in.

“Thanks.” I hand Janelle a ten as usual and tell her to keep the change as now I had started getting Joe coffees too, “Could you give this to Dallon, please?” I hand her the note I’d written.

“Of course, Brendon!” She smiles at me and I give her one back.

The words I’d written on the paper reply in my head a hundred times. The picture of it still burned into my mind.

Dallon Weekes,

Thanks for getting that back to me… All that’s missing is my heart… Sorry I missed you yesterday.

Hope our paths cross again soon…

Xx,

~ Bren

I leave with my coffee and make my way to work, showing up just five minutes late, Joe was at the counter and I hand him a coffee.

“Thanks.” He takes a sip and leans back in the old wooden chair. It creaks as he does so and he gets a bit tense for a second.

“No problem.” I nod and clock in and sit down on the floor against the counter, picking at the chipped paint on my nails that my niece insisted on doing.

“How’s Andy? I haven’t seen him in a while.” I glance up at Joe who beams at the name.

“He’s great.” It was so obvious that Joe was crushing pretty hard on him.

“Why don’t you ask him out after work sometime?” I chuckle at the huge grin on his face. That’s how I felt with Dallon.

“No way! What if he says no!?” Joe almost chokes on his coffee.

“He won’t, trust me.” I’ve talked to Andy a lot. He seemed to have just as much of a thing for Joe as Joe did for him.

“How do you know?” Joe presses, “You got punched in the face by that guy you like!”

“‘Cause I can tell that Andy likes you. I just hoped that Dallon liked me too… He didn’t.” I chuckle, rubbing at the back of my neck.

“Fine, I’ll ask tonight I guess…” He sighs.

“Tell me how it goes.”

“Will do.”

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I hurry to the coffee shop in the morning, I woke up so late. I had negative twenty-five minutes to get to work. Dallon’s not there as usual I also make sure to get Joe a donut for how late I’m going to end up being.

I was an absolute mess, my alarm clock never went off and I was struggling after being up way too late to watch the sunrise at the park.

I only had a twenty on me when I bought everything so I ended up leaving a probably close to fifteen dollar tip as I dashed out without even thinking of it. I made it to work almost forty minutes late.

“Joe! I am so sorry! Holy shit! My alarm never went off! I am so sorry!” I shout as I dash in and he’s sitting at the counter with Andy on the opposite side.

“Hey, it’s fine with me. You missed that guy by like, two minutes though.” Joe glances over at me.

“He left you this.” Andy holds out the paper as I stumble over to him quickly, panting heavily as I drop the bag of donuts and the coffees on the counter. I snatch the paper from the ginger man and open it.

Brendon Urie,

Looks like we’ve missed each other again. Usually you’re working now but I guess Andy’s working today instead, huh? Oh well… Sorry for missing you.

See you whenever…

~ Dal

Oh, and P.S… You said I could only keep the jacket if I gave you your heart back.

I let out a scream as I read the last sentence, slamming a hand over my mouth to cover my huge smile, Joe almost falls out if his chair I scare him so badly.

“What!? Can you not just scream without warning? Fuck.” He pants.

I throw the note at him, “Read the P.S.” I squeal and he does, handing it to Andy who smiles.

“Good for you dude.” Andy smiles.

“That was cheesy as fuck.” Joe replies.

“Like what you did was any less cheesy than that.” Andy rolls his eyes and Joe turns bright red, “He actually arranged the album's to spell out ‘ Andy let's go out.’ ” He giggles and Joe smacks his arm, “I said yes, of course.” He smiles and so does Joe.

“Cute.” I tell them.

I couldn't wait to get off my shift.

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The next morning I'm at the cafe with my note. I didn't have work for the next four days which sucked but it was whatever.

I hand the note and a five to the Jenelle after she gives me the coffee, “Let me guess, it's for Dallon.” She jokes and I nod.

“Thanks, Jen.” I grin, “I'll probably be in more often after tomorrow.” I inform and she smirks knowingly.

“Good. Have a great day, Bren.” She waves as I leave and I wave back.

I’m smiling too much as I read to myself the note again and again in my head.

Dearest Dallon Weekes,

If you’d like to keep my heart (And possibly my jacket) please meet me at the park at one in the morning today (Technically tomorrow). Don’t miss me this time.

See you soon and with my deepest love,

Xx ~ Bren

P.S. Please try not to punch me again even though I slayed with that black eye.

I walk down to the record store, hoping to possibly run into Dallon but I sadly don’t. Joe and Andy jump apart as I enter the shop, assuming I was a customer.

“Ew, get a room.” I groan.

“Why are you even here? You have like a decade off. I don’t need you here to bother me for any longer than you already have this week.”

“I was just stopping in to see if Dallon dropped anything off.” I chuckle.

“Yes, now go home.” He thrusts the note at me as Andy giggles, cheeks bright red.

“Thanks man, see you whenever.”

“Bye.” He grumbles as he goes back to doing some gay shit with Andy. I laugh as I leave and open the note.

Brendon Urie,

I have the next couple weeks off, after today that is (July 15th). Hopefully I’ll be able to catch you at work, Joe said that you were off for the next few days… Pretty sad that I can’t see you for a bit but I’ll come in on Friday I guess.

Talk soon (hopefully)

~ Dal.

I smile. Thank god I thought about bringing that note today. I had no idea what to do until one in the morning, so I went home and took a nap until three in the afternoon.

I ate, not much as I was too anxious and I paced a lot, sang some shit and played on my phone but either way, time passes slower than porn with plot.

By ten that evening I had nothing to do.

“Brendon, what are you doing?” My mother asks as she enters my room where I’m pacing and singing a bit too loud for the time it was.

“Passing time.” I mutter and fall onto my bed.

“Until…?”

“One. I’m going to meet Dallon for McDonalds at one.” I grumble. I’m so bored I couldn’t take it.

“Okay then… Why don’t you watch tv or something?” She suggests.

“Eh.”

“I’m just trying to help. Please keep it down before the neighbors call the cops.” She teases and I grunt in reply. My door closes and I let out a huff, sliding off my bed and to the floor.

I turn my tv on and play a video game for about an hour or so before losing interest and start pacing around again.

I try to read, that fails, I try to write, that fails, I try to sing, that fails.

I was ready to flip out. It was only eleven-thirty. I sit at my keyboard and start just playing whatever and trying to make a melody. I try to turn Dallon Weekes into an actual melody in my head. I bang on the keys for a long time, losing track and only stopping when my alarm went off.

It was finally twelve-thirty.

I grab my Queen jacket and dash out of my room, down the stairs and out the front door. I run all the way there, barely able to breathe when I finally get there, forty-five minutes later.

“You really are always late, huh?” I hear Dallon’s voice chime from the swings. I look up and a smile spreads across my face. He’s on the same swing as he was almost a month ago. I make my way over to the swings slowly, my heart racing as the nerves suddenly hit me now that I was here.

“That’s what I’m known for.” I smile as I drop to sit on the old swing, it squeaks under the weight of me.

“I can tell.” It’s silent for a while as we both watch the sun beginning to rise. It’s so calm and comfortable that it’s almost awkward.

“... So…” I start and Dallon glances over at me.

“So…” He mumbles.

“Why’d you hit me?” I ask suddenly and he’s taken aback by how straightforward I was.

“Uh… Well… It’s just reflex.” He stares at his hand, flexing his fingers and balling them again a few times, “Um, You know I still feel really bad about that… I’m sorry.”

I nod and watch him, “It’s fine.”

“You did look really good with it though.” He chuckles, “I’d be better if I weren’t the cause.”

I smirk, “Why was it a reflex?” I finally ask.

“Uh, well, I’m not good with feelings and I mean, I’ve gotten better with most things, I used to be really violent when people showed me affection. I never got better with stuff like that…” He shrugs.

“So if I kissed you again, right now, would you hit me again?” I ask him and he finally turns to look at me.

“Possibly.”

“I'll take that chance.” I hum as I lean in and press a kiss to his soft mouth, holding onto his hands to prevent another black eye. He laces his fingers with mine. I never knew that he was like that. I knew that he had a rough childhood with a shitty dad.

It makes sense really, his love was reciprocated with violence from his alcoholic mom and his abusive dad. I can tell he doesn't want to act like that and that he knows it's wrong. And right now, he's kissing me and he's trying his hardest to show me he cares. He’s holding my hands and kissing my mouth and he tastes like strawberry and cinnamon sugar.

I pull back and wince, expecting to be hit but he just squeezes my hands, “It’s okay, Bren.” He says, “I won’t hit you. I hate that I made you feel like I will.” He brings his hand up and softly caresses my cheek, “I hate that my reflex is to act like my dad too.” He frowns.

“It’s okay. I know you’re trying.” I mumble, “I get why you act like that too but I know you don’t want to. I also can tell you for a fact that someday you won’t do it anymore. Is that the only thing that makes you react badly?”

“Yeah, I stopped the other things because you’re so touchy-feely that it just went away.” He admits.

“See, and now I’ll help you get rid of this one.” I kiss him again and he flinches, grabbing my hands again and I smile. It’s so cute, just like him. I pull back again after a bit, “Promise you’ll still leave me notes at work?”

“Only if you do that for me too.” He says and reaches into the inside pocket of my jacket, pulling out a small, folded paper, “I knew you wouldn’t see this.”

“What is that?” I take it from him and unfold it.

Brendon Urie,

You owe me one heart now that I have returned the jacket.

Sorry I hit you.

With love,

~ Dal ♥

P.S. Please go on a date with me? xx

“Yes.” I smile at him and peck him on the cheek which puts a tiny grin on his lips.

We sit on the swings, hand in hand and watch the sunrise. Together.

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Its so typical of me that I would rebrand my whole blog and then fall radio silent on the bloody thing! It’s been exactly two months since my last blog post, making it possibly my biggest break from blogging since 2012.

But do you know what? I needed it.

2016 wasn’t the kindest year to me, and 2017 was always going to be all about rebuilding myself back up from the whole I had fallen into it. Whilst I of course love writing and documenting my life and my journey, after a crazy few months during which I moved cities, started a brand new job, a new career in fact, and ran my first ever marathon (like I said, rebuilding!) I just wanted to live for a while. It wasn’t intentional, I didn’t plan to drop off the face of the blogosphere, it just happened. I rebranded and then suddenly I realised I didn’t want to think about scheduling tweets. I didn’t want to pick up my SLR. I didn’t want spend my Saturday in front of a laptop after spending the previous five days doing the same thing.

So I did other things instead. I went the pub … a lot. I hung out with family. I hung out with old friends. I made new friends. I slept in on weekends. I read magazines. I drank an obscene amount of coffee. I watched lots of Netflix. And NowTV. And Amazon prime. One Saturday I literally didn’t move from my bed, I ordered McDonalds via Uber eat and watched Sex and the City (for the 107th time) and took naps in between seasons. I worked … a lot. And then I worked some more. I stayed up till 2am having random chats with housemates. I cooked. I drank Prosecco.

I lived life as a non-blogger.

But of course all good things must come to an end. I knew my lazy, summer, non-blogger phase was just that, a phase, and that the writer in me was getting incredibly uncomfortable and frustrated, in need of releasing some thoughts, feelings and lots of words.

So here we are. I’m back.

Rather than just bore you with tales of drunken nights and all the McDonalds I’ve eaten over the past two months, I thought I would share with you some actual interesting life updates. Starting with my job!

New Career

So, my job. After spending pretty much all of my 20’s working in TV, before eventually ditching it for my failed attempt at FT blogging *rolls eyes* this job is quite a game changer, and a whole new industry to me. I was pretty vauge about it all when I shared this blog post earlier in the year. Not wanting to jinx it, I kept quiet about the company that employed me and the job I was hired to do. I’m still not 100% sure about sharing every little detail for fear of ruining it, but I can tell you I now work in the Beer industry.

Well, technically I guess it’s the drinks industry, but I’m mostly working with Breweries. Yup, from TV promos to the hoppy good stuff – quite the change. It’s a brand new industry to me and I’m absolutely loving it. The company I work for is a small(ish) start-up, so my job is a bit of a mixed bag, as is everyone’s, but essentially, I look after our customers, as well as plan and organise all our events and editorial & advertorial content (see Mum, I’m finally putting that PR degree to use).

There is never a dull moment, the company is absolutely amazing, and I literally laugh every single day because I get to work with such awesome people. I have to say, job-wise, this is the happiest I have been in a very long time. It’s bloody hard work and it takes up all my time, but I’m challenged every day, I enjoy what I do, even when it scares me, not to mention I also get to drink A LOT of free beer (oh, I also have a full on beer belly now. sigh).

Homelife & Housemates

Back in May I moved into my new house, sharing it with three random (but very lovely) dudes, with one room left spare. And by mid-June someone very special had filled that room. Drum roll please *tap tap tap tap tap tap* My blogger bestie and workout wife Emma Joy of Lipstcikandtrainers.com has officially moved in with me. Woohoooo!

With Emma’s new PT career on a role and my job pretty much being my new boyfriend, we have completely different schedules. But we’ve still been finding time to train together, and to of course have a couple of drinks and fun times together at least once a week, even if it’s a glass of red at midnight on a Wednesday night after a long day in the office (or gym in Emma’s case).

Because the past four years of my life have either been spent backpacking, or living with my ex in our own flat (or with family), I’d completely forgotten what it’s like to have housemates. I was initially dreading it – so much so that I forked out money I can’t afford for my own teeny tiny private bathroom to avoid the horrified and inevitable moment when I would find someone else’s pube on my bar of soap – but actually, house sharing has been fine. I quite like having people to chat to in the kitchen whilst I cook. And I forgot how nice it is to randomly get drunk with housemates during the week, or watch crappy TV with someone else who also loves crappy TV (ahem, yup I’m referring to Love Island, the best reality TV show ever made, please God ITV2 make a winter series, I’m begging you). And having Emma make the move from Manchester to London and move in with us has just been the icing on the cake.

The Single Life

After a somewhat rocky year, in which it felt like my break-up with my ex was completely dragged out by us both, I’m finally feeling comfortable and happy being single. Okay, maybe ‘comfortable’ and ‘happy’ aren’t the right words, obvs I’d love a beautiful tall man to be my big spoon on Saturday mornings and bring me breakfast in bed, but I don’t have that … and that’s okay. I’m actually used to being single now. It certainly wasn’t easy to get used to, not after being with one person for five whole years, it was painful and lonely and downright tough, but I am used to it now. I’m content. And whilst, yes, I’d love to meet my Prince Charming, and am totally open to the idea of dating and meeting someone, I’m also open to the idea of it just being me, myself and I for a while, and in terms of relationships, possibly even …. forever?

I know that sounds a tad dramatic, but if the last year has taught me anything, it’s that I’m a hell of a lot stronger than I thought I was and that I don’t need a man. I can want one, yes, but I don’t need one. I’ve also realised that, Yes, I do want to have a family one day, BUT I don’t need a husband to have one. Call me crazy, but this is the world we live in now. Just because my five year relationship went down the drain, it doesn’t mean my unfertilized eggs should go down with it. And I’d be stupid to hunt down a man to marry just because society tells me to or because i feel like I’m getting older and that is what everyone else is doing. Life for me right now is of course about having fun, it’s about having adventure, but it’s also about working hard and planning for a future, one that may or not involve a man, but most certainly involves a family.

In other (good) news…

-After a break from Running, I’m back in the swing of things and have just started training for my second marathon, the 2017 Dublin Marathon. Wish me luck!

-As well as applying for the London Marathon earlier this summer, I just applied for the 2018 Tokyo Marathon. Here’s hoping I get a place in at least one of the two *crosses fingers*

-I’m officially signed up to try out The Body Blitz for the next 12 weeks, come follow my progress on instagram, and check out Body Blitz too.

-I’m officially fairy GodMother to my niece & nephew, and together we are the coolest little squad!

And finally, the good news is, I’m back, I’m blogging, and I promise, double promise, with sprinkles on top, to keep blogging to my hearts content. To those who messaged me asking for blog posts or just checking I was okay, Thank you so much, this post is especially dedicated to you lot. Mwah! x

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