30 day fluff challenge | Ryden

Buying flowers for the other

TW//Referenced homophobia

*3rd person POV* (6.3k+ words)

Brendon dreaded the upcoming day that was ahead of him. The past few days he had been, not upset, but annoyed at the thought of what festivity was coming up soon.

When his alarm went off, he groaned loudly and threw it away. Not caring too much of breaking the innocent, yet so evil clock that laid in his nightstand.

He lingers in bed for a little longer, his head buried in the pillow while muttering silent curses. And then he realizes that staying in bed won't help a thing, so he finally drags himself up to his feet and takes a quick shower.

His outfit today was a pair of black skin-tight jeans, a bit oversized grey t-shirt with some random design printed on it, and worn out black converse. This day was awful, why does he'd want to dress nicely?

When he's done, he doesn't take the time to style his hair, nor even look at himself in the mirror. The boy knew he looked like shit, and he wasn't in the mood to change it. He just takes his school bag, along with his phone and rushes downstairs.

"Bye mom!" Brendon smiles, his mouth a thin line, and waves at his mom. Who's sitting in the couch, calmly sipping her coffee and reading the newspaper.

"Honey, wait! Aren't you hungry? I made waffles." Mrs. Urie looks up from the papers, and her gaze lands on Brendon already pulling on a white hoodie. "Why the sudden hurry?"

"I'm running late for a test, first hour. But, I'll gladly take a waffle to eat on the way to school." Brendon runs into the kitchen and grabs himself a waffle. "I'd love to stay and eat the whole pile, but I really can't, love you!"

"Ok sweetie, good luck!" Brendon kisses his mom cheek, and he's soon gone from the house. Leaving a pretty bemused, Grace Urie, in the living room.

When he's out of sight, he slows down and starts walking to school in a normal pace. Catching his breath and finishing the last bite, admiring the surroundings.

He waves at the usual neighbors that were watering their plants. Or the ones who were sitting in their porch, sipping a cup of coffee in tranquility. Brendon flinched slightly when a dog barks loudly at his direction, he mutters a quiet 'son of a bitch' afterwards.

The boy lied about being late for school, he even lied about having an exam. But it was the only way he could get out of his house, without giving his mom the chance to tease him of today's celebration.

Valentine's Day.

Mrs. Urie would get all excited, asking the same questions she craved some answers to, 'Do you have a girlfriend yet?' or 'Is there any girl you like?'.

And Brendon would answer a simply 'no' and get even more annoyed. He didn't like girls, he liked guys. And he was tired of his parents assuming him as straight. But coming out to them —he's already out to his friend, and literally everyone at school just presumed he was gay, I mean it's kind of obvious— wasn't an option, otherwise he'd be sleeping under a bridge right now.

As soon as Brendon got closer to school, he could already smell what was expecting him inside that old building.

Most probably the same as always, nothing changed from one February 14th to the next one. Yeah, indeed, the exact same.