One Shots

iowa

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No prompt. I've just been thinking up some stuff a lot lately and idk why, but I'm not complaining.
Brallon for this one, enjoy!

Love was a foreign concept to Brendon, always not attracted enough to the people around him to actually want to go out with them. Although most people would write it off as normal, Brendon knew that it was because of how he was. Deep inside, ever since he was little, there was something wrong in his wiring. He wasn't sure what it was, and he thought going to the doctors would be a waste of time, so he just stayed in the dark about himself, not even telling the people in his family.

Of course, Brendon knew this definitely wasn't a normal or good thing, so he kept his distance from everybody that he could, and most people that actually spoke to him only spat insults down his throat. Everyone except this new kid that came from out of nowhere, walking to school everyday and never seen with anyone else.

Dallon was a tall, slim man with dark hair and dark blue eyes to contrast his pale skin. His long, lanky figure brought unwanted attention, and he often found himself being mocked or made fun of for the way that he was, despite the true beauty of it.

The two met on a day when winds blew like fingers through a person's hair, and the sky seemed to be the same color as Dallon's eyes.

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Brendon walked through the front doors of his high school, his posture resembling that of a wounded cat. He wasn't afraid, just bored. Every day, the same routine; walk into school, get yelled at, taunted, the works, and try not to get hit. Why would today be any different, any less boring?

He arrived at his homeroom, somehow avoiding those who always tormented him. Like usual, all the chairs around him were left empty. Nobody wanted to be near him, everyone believed him to be a freak.

Maybe they were right.

Brendon wasn't able to feel things like other people were. It might have been from what he experienced when he was younger. If not that, then perhaps it was coming home to an angry father and an absent mother everyday since middle school. It ould be the constant torment he faced at high school. Or maybe he was just born that way. Some times he would feel jealousy, though, which was interesting.

Maybe the jealousy showed he was capable of being more human, but he wasn't sure.

The only thing that kept the urges coming from the back of his mind from overtaking Brendon was to take it all out on things that nobody would miss.

A stray cat, a deer, some old house... himself.

"Um, hello?"

Brendon's attention shifted away from thoughts of murder and to that of a tall boy looking down to him sitting at his desk.

"Hi?" Brendon replies, unsure as to why he was looking at him like he wasn't a freak, or shoving his head down onto his desk like any other person at this school would.

"I'm Dallon," the other boy introduces himself, with a smile "there aren't any other desks open besides the ones around you, so I was wondering if you had some sort of disease or something"

"I guess you could say that", Brendon says, not returning Dallon's friendly grin. If Brendon could feel things like the other people at his school, Brendon thought that he might have a sense of pleasure from the boy talking to him. But it was just a guess, and Brendon would never truly know if his assumption was correct.

"No elaboration? That's all I get?"

"Yup" Brendon says with a nod, seemingly unamused by the other's small talk.