Love Bites

I. Early Bird Gets The Worm

07:34 AM
THURSDAY, APRIL 10, 2003
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"Brendon..! It's 7 am!" The voice of a young woman echoed through the house's small home.
There in a navy blue covered bed lay a young boy, around 16. The boy had dark hair, almost black, that slightly draped over his ears from the top and almost completely covered them from the front. He had fairly tan skin and prominent features, specifically his nose and lips. He wore an expression of discomfort as the yelling had increased. Just then a lengthy woman barged into the room, it was a dimly lit packed room, items of music and clothes scattered the floor like freshly poured puzzle pieces on a table waiting to be organized. The woman stood in the doorway
with a face of displeasure, scanning the room for open spots on the floor, her heels clicked against the CD cases she tried to avoid, opening the black-out curtains that hung limp and dusty in the boy's room.
The boy hissed through clenched teeth as bright light flooded his room straight toward him.
"Brendon. You're going to be late. If I don't see you down those stairs and in the kitchen in 5 minutes I'm taking away that phone you got for your birthday."
She lectured the boy, her voice laced with heavy amounts of annoyance and anger.
The person in bed groaned in response, "5 minutes, Brendon!" The woman yelled, lifting her hand to indicate 5 as she walked out.
The teen slowly lifted himself from his bed, his hair sticking out in several different directions, an indicator that he had a restless night of movement. He scratched his head a bit before walking to the opposite end of his room to scramble for a top, undergarments, and a pair of pants. The teen stretched his body out before heading into the home's only washroom.

***

The stick-like vampire, Ryan, had been lectured all night long about being out late hunting without permission, or having a family member watch around for him; it was dangerous at night.
The pale creature sighed when it was over, looking at his father out of the corner of his eye, he looked disappointed. It was nothing new in the boy's life, he had never been up to his father's expectations.
Suddenly snapped out of his thoughts, his mother spoke in a stern voice, "Now get ready for school, you'll be late."
Ryan nodded and did as he was told, getting up from the dusty couch that was rarely used.

***

Brendon slouched his way down the stairs and into the small dining room with a brown wooden dinette, sliding down into the chair closest to the entryway. Just then his mother appeared from the kitchen into the dining room with a plate containing two over-hard eggs and a piece of toast spread with jam. With the fierce look of his mother, he began slowly eating as she walked up the stairs angrily to get his younger sister up for school as well. A smaller plate which sat longer than his was on the other end of the table seeming to attract a few flies. Brendon ate as little as possible but enough to pass for his mother and scraped the rest into the trash as his sister entered the dining room.
"Brendon, your father will be late tonight so we'll have a late dinner." Ms. Urie reminded the boy as he sat his plate into the sink, "Okay." The boy sighed as he left to grab his bag and sit on their small wooden porch. Brendon had to wait for his sister every day to get ready which took what felt like years, she was a teenage girl, worrying about her looks constantly. Brendon on the other hand couldn't care less; he didn't fit in family-wise, so he couldn't fit in school-wise. He wore thin red frames most of the time and had completely different fashion choices which were extreme when it came to his family's Mormon lifestyle. Seemingly lost in thought he was snapped out of it when his sister came running out of the house, the screen door slamming loudly. "What was that?!" Brendon yelled getting up quickly to follow his sister, "Mom, that's what!" His younger sister yelled back to him. "She's being unreasonable! I mean who cares my shorts are a little high??" His sister yelled storming down the sidewalk, "Uhh, creeps?" Brendon spoke in an unsure tone, jogging to keep up with the younger girl. "I mean I think mom is being reasonable, this world is a mess, loads of weirdos who want teenage girls and dudes.." The older boy spoke in almost a mutter but loud enough to be heard over the sound of his sister's sandals smacking the concrete.
"God! You are NO help, Bren!" The boy's sister spoke louder and more angrily turning around and waiting for him at the crosswalk. Brendon finally caught up to the shorter brunette, slowing down to not trip on any cracks in the ground. The boy rapidly pressed the button mumbling curses under his breath as he read his watch.
Finally, the light had turned green and he began to walk when a vehicle caught his eye, It was a black 1977 Ford Thunderbird, an old car, especially at this time. A pale boy with dry dirt-colored hair and piercing eyes stared at him as the boy held a cigarette. Brendon could smell the smoke, though he was outside the scent was suffocating, intoxicating. "Come on! We'll be late!" The girl yelled motioning for Brendon to pick up his pace. "Jesus! Fine!" Brendon yelled back trying to catch up to his jogging sister. Though the school wasn't too far from Urie's home, the distance was hard on Brendon especially when it came to running, the boy was never into sports which resulted in a strained relationship with his father in the end.
As the school came into sight a bell could be heard going off. Brendon had slowed down but his sister had sped up to catch her friends.

***

The lanky pale boy had entered the same classroom as Brendon, a heat began slowly boiling in his cheeks as he lifted his head to hear the teacher clear her throat.
"Class, This is George.. oh, Ryan Ross." The teacher had hesitantly spoken after the tall boy whispered to her. Brendon immediately looked back down to his desk, staring at the empty seat by him from the corner of his eye.
The seat quickly filled with dark blue skinny jeans and a black dress shirt, causing Brendon to look away back to his lap as there was no work to stare at. The boy looked up at the teacher and to the board, it read in big bold red words 'FREE DAY' Brendon quickly took out his phone to text his sister knowing she wouldn't text back immediately, she was a freshman, and teachers were rough on them more than any other student. The shorter boy felt eyes on him as he looked at his phone, quickly looking up to see a few people staring behind them to look at. Ryan.
Ryan wasn't looking around like most new students, he looked directly at Brendon before snapping his vision around the room when Brendon noticed. He hadn't felt he was that odd-looking but to the lanky person he must've been pretty odd-looking. The boy sighed quietly realizing this class was gonna feel like an eternity.