Sun shimmered through gaps between the leaves above. Tree's hummed green and waved to passerby's below their aweing canopies, the gentle wind spreading through their boughs. The sky was clear and blue and crisp and set every reflective surface alight.

Brendon sat on a bench infront of one of the old brick buildings, rolling a sucker about in his mouth. His fingers danced across the intricate metal work seat and his eyes danced across the intricate world moving around him. Birds fluttered around cheerily and the people surrounding followed suit, their eyes pinched from smiling and their cheeks red from the sun.

Dallon was late. Brendons eyes narrowed when he thought of what he would to to him for being late. He had texted Brendon at nine that morning to ensure that they were meeting downtown at two to explore.

It was two fifteen and he was late.

Dallon had gotten Brendons number during History, when they were supposed to be filling out a worksheet. He picked at his hands and stared blankly at the page, before he leaned over to Brendon. He was timid, something Brendon had not expected, and stayed silent for a few moments.

"C-can I have your number?" He muttered out really fast and Brendon had a hard time not laughing at how shy he seemed.

Instead Brendon decided to fuck with him a little, his mind flashing dark images. He slowly tore a strip of paper off the bottom of his sheet, keeping full eye contact with Dallon. It finished ripping with the flick of his wrist and he set it back down to scrawl a few digits out.

Brendon pinched it between two fingers and stuck it out to Dallon, rolling his thick bottom lip between his teeth and winking.

"Yeah, of course babe."

Dallon flushed beet red and Brendon quietly chuckled, breaking his sexy facade. Dallon looked down embarrassed and slipped the paper in his pocket.

Brendon smirked at the memory. He wanted to make the boy red again. He could hang him by his feet, watching him writhe as the blood slowly built up in his face until he died, blushing the hardest he ever would in his life.

Brendon noticed his sucker shatter in his mouth from biting down too hard. He frowned and let the pieces dissolve, flicking the stick in the trash and leaning forward, his crossed leg ticking nervously.

Maybe Dallon had ditched him. Decided that he didn't want to be seen in public with a freak. Maybe this whole thing was a set up, he was in cohorts with Ryan and Mike the whole time. They weren't really friends, Dallon was just there to hurt hi-

"Hey, Bren!" A voice called, refreshing as the air.

Dallon could be easily seen from a distance. His height would get him killed one day, a thought bubbled in Brendons head. He pushed it away with one of guilt, I'm more likely to kill him one day.

Brendon thought of a word, one of his new favourite words- Incandescent- and repeated it, watching the vision of the word morph. I was yellow and shimmery and the pale shiny shade cooled his steaming mind enough to return the the land of the living.

"Sup Dalpal," he replied, uncrossing his legs and standing.

Dallon reached Brendon and smiled at him, watching at Brendon stretched. His shirt pulled up and Dallon looked away. Dallons blue eyes seemed to glow next to the sky and his pale pink lips were prettier than roses.

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