Storms of Fabled Foreign Tongues ~ A Rydon/Ryden fanfiction

Chapter one

Chapter one

Brendon Urie hurried down the street, feet splashing into newly formed puddles as he ran. It was a cold, dreary November morning and he was already late for work... on the first day at his new job.

He did have a legitimate excuse though, which he hoped would get him off the hook; he'd split up with his boyfriend- well now ex-boyfriend, Dallon the day previously. Dallon had been seeing a woman behind Brendon's back, and he'd found out when he answered the phone for him; with Dallon's girlfriend on the other end. Brendon had stood Dallon up and forced him to leave their shared house. They'd been going out for 2 years as well, and living together for 6 months. Brendon had even been thinking about marriage, but now that was out the window, along with Brendon's heart.

He couldn't believe that this had happened. They were going so well... well at least Brendon thought they were going well, unbeknownst to Dallon's cheating. He felt as though his whole world had come crashing down on him in the space of 24 hours. It was unbelievable.

Brendon ran faster to his work, he couldn't afford to be later than he already was; although he was unable to run fast due to a lack of sleep he had that night, being too busy crying, listening to depressing music on a loop and plotting revenge (which Brendon knew wasn't healthy but he didn't really give a damn, to put it bluntly) and the little sleep he had got was plagued with nightmares about Dallon (which to be honest had come true).

Brendon really hoped his new managers would let him off with being late this one time (even though it was his first day of working at this shop), he really did.

When he arrived outside the music shop he worked in (Tunes music shop, which was a cliché in itself) it was already 10 minutes past 9; and his shift started at 9.

Brendon groaned before composing himself and entering, a bell overhead ringing loudly above him, announcing his entrance to the whole shop. Guitars and Basses lined the walls, with bookshelves of CDs and records. There were various drums, keyboards and other instruments towards the back of the shop, and it was essentially any musician's paradise, except it was probably going to be Brendon's new hell.

Brendon suddenly became rather self conscious as his new manager, Mr Jones, came out, looking accusingly at him.

Mr Jones was a stout man in his early 50s, who wore the yellow polo shirt that said "Tunes" in a distasteful loopy font with a little cartoon guitar which employees were required to wear at all times.

"Mr Jones, I can explain..." Brendon began.

"It's your first day of work, and you're 10 minutes late?!?! Do you want to get fired before you even start working here? How do you think you can explain yourself?!"

"I... uh..." Brendon said, struggling for the right words to say. "I... I had a bad breakup yesterday and I hardly slept last night, which led me to oversleep.."

"All right," Mr Jones said.

All right? That wasn't what Brendon was expecting him to say. Maybe "you're fired" or "get out of my shop" but that certainly not that.

"You're off the hook, just this once. But don't let it happen again, otherwise it's on your record."

"Yes, sir," Brendon said, standing straighter. "I promise it won't happen again."

"All right then, get to work," Mr Jones said, handing him a identical yellow polo shirt to his and a name badge with Brendon's name (supposedly) written in comic sans.

Brendon nodded vigorously and took the garment from his manager's hands and went into the back to change.

He hung his coat up on one of the hooks for the employee's stuff. Brendon even had his own hook, with his name on a sticker above it (which was misspelt Brendan Urie but Brendon couldn't complain, nobody would see it at least). He couldn't admit it, but it made him feel just a little proud when he saw it.