Boulevard Boy ♡

✧ The Chaos Was Prior For My Day ✧

Bang. His alarm clock startled him as he awoke from his peaceful somber. Brendon was in high school so that meant early mornings, stressful evenings, and late nights. He decided to be productive today and proceeded doing his usual morning routines.
      He hopped out of bed, only in an old t-shirt and a pair of pyjama pants. His hair was messy, but he scrunched it in his hands as it flopped back to its original unique position. The scent of warm hot chocolate and cinnamon arose from the kitchen to his room and gave him extra motivation to wake up.
     "Brendon! Foods' done!", his Mom called out from the dining room, as she neatly placed the silverware and paper napkins.
     "Just give me a minute!", he snapped, even though he didn't mean it. It must have been his stress starting to kick-in early that morning.
     He checked his phone, carefully making sure that today was not the day of his class field trip. He felt relieved and tossed on a hoodie and a pair of black ripped jeans.
     He walked out into the dining room and smelt the scrumptious food his Mom had prepared for him. He was slightly confused on why she had made it in the first place because she only ever prepares breakfast for him and his siblings on special occasions. Brendon wondered for a minute why she did this but didn't care because he was actually enjoying a meal in the morning for once instead of going to school hungry.
     "I wish I didn't have school today", Brendon said to sister Kyla and sighed. "I mean at least it's almost time for Halloween and Christmas".
     "You realize it's only September right?", Kyla said with a grin, which made Brendon feel surprisingly heartsick.
     "Yeah I know. I'm not stupid. I just mean that it's something to look forward to", he said referring to that fact that they live in Las Vegas, Nevada; where nothing exciting ever happens. A place that is home to him and his family, but didn't always feel like home to him.
     Brendon's uplifting mood shifted from when his sister had shocked him with reality. He had felt quite uneasy now that he had a disheartening reality check. He checked the clock on the wall and realized that it was 7:58am; almost time to go to school. He finished up the rest of his breakfast, scarfing down the last of his cinnamon pancakes and getting maple syrup all over his chin.
     He ran to his room and grabbed his backpack, making sure that his headphones were clearly in the front pocket of his bag. Without them he would be lost. He grabbed his pair of dirty black Converse sneakers and put them on, tying the laces firmly and tightly. His older brother Matt held the door open for him and he ran swiftly to his bus stop.
     That stupid bus ride again. He hated the bus ride to school, especially because everyone was quick to judge every little move he made— physically and emotionally. The ride went by quick, blasting music and day-dreaming while glancing out the bus' foggy  window. He had waited until all the other people were off the bus until he got off. It was better this way for him because no one had the ability to shove him face first on the bus floor like a kid did to him in middle school. He heard the bell ring and suddenly-
Ding. He was at his locker, struggling to put his pile of useless books and binders into his crammed locker. Still blasting music in his headphones, he shoved his books in his locker and slid his history  binder into his backpack for his first class.
     "You're late, again", announced Ms. Lilly, his history teacher in a stern, yet caring voice.
     "Uh-yeah. Sorry about that I-", Brendon said, and suddenly paused mid-sentence to find all twenty-three of his classmates staring directly at him.
     He sat down and quietly pulled out his text book. He liked some of his classes; But not this one. His only friend Spencer wasn't in this class with him. He always felt alone and relied heavily on music to get through class.
     "Blah-blah-blah presidential history", he muttered, clearly bored as can be. He started day-dreaming again, as he usually does. Thinking of lyrics to the songs he was listening to, but not just those songs. They felt different to him. But in a non-imaginable way. He felt different; but not too different that he felt the need to tell someone about it.
ring. Class went by quicker than he thought. Sooner than he had expected. Two hours had passed and it was finally time for lunch. Brendon met Spencer in the hallway, stopping in front of the crowds. Spencer had short brown hair and eyes as blue as the cold sea.
"You're coming to our hallway today right?", Brendon asked Spencer in a quiet manner so that less people could over hear their conversation.
"Yes! Meet you there in about ten minutes?", Spencer had replied without evening thinking about his answer first.
Brendon nodded and hurriedly grabbed his lunch and headed for their hang out area. The faces that stood in the corridor were nonetheless completely familiar to him. It was hard for him not to know who these boys were if he's been going to the same school as them since kindergarten. His heart was beating faster than ever before. Bullies. That's who they were— bullies.
"Forehead! Shorty! Stupid Kid!", they had shouted to him before Spencer even showed up. No one messed with Spencer. He was much taller and in Brendon's mind, more attractive than he was himself, which made him higher in popularity than he was. Spencer stopped the boys from hurting him. It wasn't physical but he felt sick to his stomach. He hated being short. He hated being the one everyone could walk all over. He felt like a doormat. Just being walked over and having no power to change the way the incident could go. He was scared to tell anyone how he felt because he knew something would be done that he didn't want to be. He knew the reason.
Spencer turned to Brendon and caught him dazing in another one of his day-dreams again. "You sure you're alright?", Spencer asked him in a calm manner that made him feel safe— to some extent.
"Yeah. I'm fine. I can't stay here any longer though. I, I just-", Brendon said, stuttering as he spoke, feeling like more of a child then he naturally was.
Brendon Urie to the office, he had heard over the P.A. system. Thank God, he thought to himself. He was hoping one of his parents were here to pick him up because maybe it could've been a coincidence that the time he wanted to evacuate the school immediately, was the time his Mom was here to greet him.
"Time to leave", his Mom said as he entered the hot and stuffy office, feeling relieved she was there.
"I'm really glad you're here. But can we leave now please?", Brendon asked, forcing a polite manner into his vocabulary and making it clear he wanted to go now.
"Actually before we go there's something I'd like to discuss with your teachers, and you of course", his Mom said with an almost saddened look on her face.
Brendon knew exactly what she was suggesting. The guidance counsellor.