Pulchritudinous • Ryden

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《 Prologue - Pulchritudinous 》

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Morning. The best time of the day, which could easily be debated over, it was the best time of day in Brendon's mind anyways. It was when the sun was the brightest, it was the time kids weren't making a ruckus, it was the time for peacefulness, in which he enjoyed most.

Brendon never participated in personal self-care because he was always so busy doing so many other things, (i. e; school work, cleaning, taking care of friends, and working at a smoothie shop.) He was a very busy man and had rarely, if not any, time to do personal things.

Brendon stretched his arms high over his head, yawning as he did so. He shakes his head to provoke his body awake. Brendon gets out of bed, his feet hitting the nasty, shaggy carpet that he had walked on ever since the age of four. It was an ugly, raspberry bomber color that never seemed to match the color of the pastel, yellow walls.

The house Brendon lived in was an old trailer that had been around since 1967. His dad and mom lived in it since it had been built, and Brendon honestly didn't want to know what kind of stuff had happened in his room, he tries not to focus on the stains he often finds. He shudders just thinking about it.

Brendon closes his eyes as he reaches for a random shirt in his dresser, he likes the element of surprise. When he gets a hold of a rough fabric, he instantly knows which shirt he now holds. Opening his eyes, Brendon pulls the shirt up to his nose to smell the familiar, but fading smell.

'Don't think about it.'

The shirt was a long sleeve flannel, the shirt was a deep deep blue, with faint white lines that morphed into gray over the years. The shirt had a missing button that he never bothered to sew a new one on. The flannel was obviously over-worn, old, and very faded. Brendon shrugs and puts it on over a plain white T. He looks in the mirror, it reminded him of-

Pants! He almost forgot his pants! Brendon laughs at himself as he rummages through the pile of dirty laundry on the nasty old carpet. He sighs, frustrated, and disappointed that he can't find his favorite jeans.

'Take a deep breath.'

Brendon closes his eyes and breaths deeply for a solid minute and a half. Once calm enough, he looks around the room. He finds the jeans lying perfectly out in the open on his bed. He scratches his head, and grabs them, pulling them up his legs, which is a lot of work considering how fucking tight these jeans are. Once on, Brendon checks out his ass in the mirror. Not half bad, if he may say so himself.

'I'm surprised your ass fit into those jeans.'

Smiling, Brendon grabs his backpack and heads to the bathroom. He plucks his baby blue and jade green toothbrush from the tiny white-ish, yellow-ish cup. He holds the brush and runs it under the water for only a few seconds, grabbing his toothpaste, and screwing the cap off with only one hand. Once off, he squirts a huge amount of toothpaste onto his toothbrush. A little goes a long way, but a lot goes longer. He lifts the toothbrush to his mouth, and takes a sniff of the toothpaste before putting it in his mouth, it reminded him of-

'Cinnamon toothpaste reminds me of camping.'

He shakes his head and begins to brush his teeth. Two minutes pass by, and he's opening the tiny plastic lilac box, in which holds his contacts. He picks the first one up with one finger and puts it in the corner of his eye, rolling his eye around and blinking. First one done. He does the same with the second one and blinks at himself in the mirror.

'Contacts tells a story of maturity.'

Brendon heads down the narrow stairs to the kitchen, grabbing the toast with jelly on it from the fridge. He had made it the night before, but once he finished making it, he really didn't feel as hungry as he was before, so he put it in the fridge for his future self to eat. Score, by the way!

Brendon puts the toast in his mouth, biting down light enough in order to hold it while he put his backpack straps on both shoulders. After doing so, Brendon munched down his toast, heading out the door, and off to school. He wasn't late, nor was he on time, he was extra early and excited for the day, he was sort of lost on the factor as to why he was excited so early in the morning on the first Monday of the month. Brendon sighs, and breaths in the fresh air, it smelt of Petrichor and pine trees. It reminded him of something that he just couldn't seem to place, the thought ran across his mind, but disappeared as fast as it came. He fucking hates it when that happens. Brendon shakes his head and smiles, he's always been a little dumb when it came to memory.

'You're not dumb, you're innovative, and ingenious.'

For some reason, his own thought makes him laugh. The words sound way too smart for him to come up with it on his own. Probably heard it in Jennifer's Body or some shit like that. Fuck, he loves Megan Fox, she's like America's most iconic bisexual, Pete Wentz is her runner up.

Brendon looks at the school, and takes a deep breath. He marches into the school, heading straight to the music room, he went to the music room whenever he had the free time.

The room was beautiful, it had a huge open glass window that covered a full wall. The black Steinway & Sons Piano sat glistening, the guitars group together, over-used and yet, peaceful. Brendon often felt as if he always belonged in music rooms, every time he walked through the doors into a room full of instruments, he just lost his balance, almost as if he was in love.

The music always seemed to be pulchritudinous.

I'm back, baby! <3

Let's get this shit started!

XOXO - Ora