Pulchritudinous • Ryden

¥ Chapter Four ¥

{{ Chapter Four - Operose }}

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"Stupid fucking alarm." Brendon complained under his breath as he picked up shirts from his tall dirty laundry pile and threw them over his head if the shirt wasn't the one he was searching for. It was simple, he just wanted to find his dark purple shirt that stated "Boys will be boys!"

The shirt was quite controversial, and rather out of line, but he liked the color of the shirt, so he couldn't really be bothered by the statement that could cause feminists to ball their fists.

"Aha!" He exclaimed as he gripped the soft fabric. He brought it close to his nose to smell it, and quickly pulled his face away, it smelled of body odor, and salt and vinegar chips. Brendon sighed as he stood up and walked over to his closet of clean clothes. As much as he loved that shirt, he knew no amount of axe could fix the smell. Grudgingly, he searched through his hung up clothing, finalizing with a black Metallica shirt and some red pants that he had found in the corner of his closet. Which, he honestly didn't know where the fuck he got them from.

After getting dressed, the black haired boy picked up his phone from off his bed side table, it was 7:59 am, he had school at 8:30 am. He still hadn't brushed his teeth, ate Breakfast, or done his homework, beside the point that he had all weekend to do so. Brendon groaned and bit his lip.

Suddenly, his door was opened, loudly, by Stevie. His two other siblings followed her in, Granite was wearing all black, Stevie wearing her basketball uniform, and Carly wearing a crop top with a slutty skirt.

"What do you want?" Brendon rubbed the bridge of his nose. He loved his siblings, but now really wasn't the time.

"Oh, don't be a negative Nancy, we just wanna hang out with you. Is that so much to ask for?" Carly cried out, her voice was croaky, as if this was the first sentence she had said all morning.

"I'm running late guys. I can't talk this morning, I still have to brush my teeth, do my homework, eat food, and- fuck," Brendon pulled at his greasy hair, "I haven't showered."

"Dude, stop stressing-" Granite started.

"Don't tell me what to do!" Brendon exclaimed, flailing his arms in the air.

"Listen to me. School was delayed, so, you have a lot of time to do those things, dumb-ass." Stevie said as she rubbed her eyes with the back of her hands. The stressed boy relaxed his shoulders, and took a deep breath as he slumped onto his bed.

"I'm sorry guys. It's just one of those mornings, I know sometimes I take my problems out on you guys," Brendon said as he closed his eyes and sat in his own relaxation for as long as he could muster, "What time do we have to go to school then?"

Granite picked at the fluffs on his pants as he pondered for a minute, "I think ten, so, if I were you, I would get started on that shit you've got to do."

The second eldest groaned, throwing his arm over his eyes. He was a procrastinator, and he was overly aware of that, but he hadn't procrastinated this much before. He wasn't in the correct mindset for anything, he was stuck. It was almost alike writer's block, it wasn't that he didn't have ideas, he was just too lazy to think of some.

"Get your ass up. Stevie, Granite, and I can help you get through this 'oh-so-painful' morning, but you're on your own when school comes around. You're so lucky that we love you so much, or else your ass would be toast right now." Carly forenamed, although her words meant well, she always somehow managed to be aggressive, whether she was aware of it or not.

"Thank you, guys. What would I do without you?" Brendon said, his question coming out more as a statement than a question in itself.

"You would probably have more time on your hands." Granite commented.