Rubik's Cubes And Other Bodacious Hobbies

Prologue

"Well, I listen to a bunch of different artists," I murmured to Bren. Fixing the lenses of his Ray-Bans, he began scanning through my Google Play Shuffle Mix to discover that some of his own beats were listed; hesitating briefly. "You've bought quite a weird taste upon yourself," he concluded. "Nah, I'm pretty sure that's only me," I suggested. 

"You... enjoy listening to my scores?" Bren questioned. "You wanna know why and how we're vros?" I replied. "And every album too. Every single. Every collab. Even  with you as simply a background singer," I continued. "Nutmeg..." Bren began. "Oh, don't you start!" I protested. "Are you looking forward to the next release?" Bren asked. "I'm looking forward to whatever goes, Brendon. Whether it be metal or jazz, you really suit any and all genres." "Ah, but if it's metal! Would your ears comprehend?" he warned. "Doesn't matter Bren," I said, "you're music to my ears."

Despite the fact that Brendon was a thirty-something year old man, school still got him. It's truly an honour to say that that's how he 'made it big'. My friends still wonder how he suddenly ended up here without any busy schedules - and yet I still wonder how the staff haven't noticed any conspicuous guests on arrival. 

"I have a friend. His name is Charlie. Say hi to Charlie!" "Hi to Charlie!" Bren greeted. "I've known you for FIFTEEN YEARS," Charlie chuckled sarcastically. "Wow, you really have known me for THAT long?! Man, I feel old!" Bren replied, ignoring Charlie. "My hypothesis is that Nutmeg's endeavouring a fourth wall break," Lila explained with a low tone, sat nearly a mile away on the other edge of the bench. "It's really what most stories do, at least one's that I've heard of." I hesitated when Lila carried on, then piped down. "Charlie, it's nearly Christmas break. Are you certain a sweater is necessary?" I asked. "It's my favourite green colour, and well, kind of!" Charlie concluded disgustingly. "Oh yeah, because you're topsy-turvy folks!" Bren continued, "So right now we've... got snow... and you've got... no snow..." he chuckled.

When I get bored, I enjoy taking personality tests. For example, last week I took a test on BuzzFeed titled 'Which Emo Trinity Member Are You?', in which the outcome was simply my friend Brendon over here. Oh, say hi, Brendon! "Hi...?" That's his 'Urie talk'. I hear it less of his sisters, or his wife, and more himself. The next best test, or should I type the 'next best' test?, was a... what sorry, Brendon? "A test, to see if you're... well... gifted."

NB: I am autistic and this is my story altered slightly. I just hope this isn't boring anybody. Ok bye. :)