Long Hair & Lipstick ~ Ryden

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Long Hair & Lipstick: Chapter 1 - I'm Sexually Attracted To That Guitar

{Brendon's P.O.V}

Brendon is something you'd name a baby boy, so that's what my parents decided to do seventeen years ago. Except when I, the fifth and final child in the Urie family of Mormon belief and Mass-every-Sunday, came into this world as, well, a girl, they couldn't think of any other name on the spot, leaving their young daughter with a male name that would forever leave a trail of teasing and jokes behind her.

I absolutely despise my name, but hey, I make it work. I can make anything work with just the right amount of fabulous and believe me when I say it isn't hard. Even me being extremely hyperactive, probably annoying, and having a strange choice for a name, no body notices because they're all too busy thinking about some other random good aspect I have about myself that I tend to bring out too much to the point that they don't believe there's anything weird about me.

But when I was just a tad bit younger I was not only made fun of for having a boy name, but for looking like a complete and utter loser with my glasses and braces. That was the absolute worst year of physical appearance I had. But man, I came to grow up so gorgeous that the astronomers now point their telescopes towards me when they want to see a star. Who's the loser now?

I forgot to mention, I also have such an abundance in friends, I may as well start a new civilisation. But there are only a few extremely close ones, and let me tell you, those absolute dorks are the only people I actually need in my life.

There's Patrice Stump. We call her Pat or Patty because Patrice sounds like the name of a lonely cat lady or something. She's got straight hair that people debate whether it's orange, brown, or something else (but I don't really care because she's still cute as heck either way) that goes just below her shoulders, a fedora that rests on top of her head, and glasses. Honestly the definition of adorable not to mention she'll also definitely polite you to death if you ever do something even slightly mean. Only a messed up person wouldn't even slightly think to themselves of how pure she seems. What a shame she's already taken.

Which leads me on to my next friend: Pat's boyfriend, Pete Wentz. The thing about him is that he wasn't always a "Pete". A few years back he was actually what people liked to call "the emo goddess", and yes, goddess. If you haven't guessed it yet then I'll just tell you that Pete's transgender. Although he made a pretty hot girl, everyone accepts him because they're all too busy not wanting to talk to someone that wore that much eyeliner. Rumour has it he had a thing with Mikaela -or Mikey- Way, sister of yet another one of my friends.

Gerard Way. If you call them "he", they'll make sure to rip off your head. No one, and I mean no one, wants to upset Gee. They've got this whole emo thing going on and it really scares some people. The other students at our high school still refuse to call them an emo God or goddess or whatever, because no one can ever out-emo Pete's early days . Gee's beautifully depressing in the most dark and poetic way possible. They recently dyed their hair red, so at least they have some colour other than the usual black you'd see them wearing when you'd pass them in the halls.

There's also Francine "Frank" Iero, what a short little thing. I call her "Frank" sometimes because "Francine" is such a
mouthful. She has a few tattoos that she keeps covered from teachers, and it just makes her even more attractive because who doesn't love a little rebel? She's got black hair that goes with her black clothes and her black-wearing datemate. She's actually Gee's girlfriend, which is such a pity because I know countless people who would be willing to date her (not just her, all of my friends) and I may or may not be on that list. I mean, come on, if you don't want to date at least one of my friends you're either asexual, aromantic, or insane. Maybe all three.