Wednesday the 6th of June 2012.

It was Wednesday when Brendon finally cracked. As usual the group were half-asleep in third period Geography, and as usual, Ryan was gazing out of the window across the playing fields. Ryan wondered if perhaps there was more to life than just grass and trees and people. This question was answered two Mondays ago when Brendon took them to the crater. "Them" being Ryan, Spencer, Jon and Dallon.

Anyway, that was Monday. Today is Wednesday, to be more specific, Geography. The lights were switched off, the projector was on, and it was projecting some boring shit about tectonic plates. Ryan's eyes couldn't resist sneaking over to the window, where a beautiful swirl of red and orange leaves flew past. Ryan smirked, the left corner of his lips teasing up into a half smile. The time was 12:34pm. Ryan's favourite time; one-two-three-four, a perfectly organised time, plus it meant six minutes until free period on Wednesdays. The half smile tipped into a full grin. Today was Wednesday, which meant an hour of Ryan's time wasted happily with his earphones in, and the sun beating down onto his closed eyelids. Going off-campus would be pointless as it was only an hour. Though with all the strange things that had been happening to Ryan, a little test of what he was really capable of became slightly tempting, the idea tasting delicious on his tongue. Suddenly there was a loud /bang!/. Ryan's grin faded into a small gasp at the noise, his brown hues tearing away from the window for just a moment to see the projector's image beginning to blur, and the projector itself sparking and whirring louder than what was considered normal. Half of the class hadn't even noticed yet, not until it caught fire anyway. Ryan's mind began to panic, and he couldn't even focus on the actual projector anymore. All he saw was Brendon staring intently at the large orange flames, a small yet hoarse chuckle escaping the back of his throat. By this point all of the students had noticed the large flames licking at the ceiling, and the teacher was ordering everyone to drop their things and leave the classroom. The fire alarm had been set off, and now with the loud noise in his ears and the heat and brightness of the flames, Ryan really could not focus at all. He stood and ran towards the door, throwing his hands up to clear himself a path. The desks are all thrown to opposite sides of the classroom, and he just carrys on through the wreckage. The door feels like a haven to him, reaching out with it's breathable air, it's safety. Ryan is almost there, almost to security. He feels himself being tugged at by invisible hands, right by the scruff of his shirt's neckline, and he jolts back. Stopped. Perhaps someone is in trouble, perhaps someone needs help, so he turns. Only to see Brendon with his fist clenched in Ryan's direction, looking down with his hair covering his facial expression. Brendon looks up and grins wickedly, throwing his right palm up towards the windows. Without even looking at them, they burst outwards, shattering completely. Ryan throws his left hand towards Brendon without thinking, his chest rising and falling heavily as the smoke begins to fill his lungs. His fist clenches, and he pulls. Brendon is torn away from the projector and the glass. He pulls him towards the door on an invisible rope, and embraces him as soon as he is close enough. Brendon is stiff and awkward, but eventually his shoulders begin to shake, and he collapses into Ryan's tight arms. Ryan looks up over Brendon's shoulder, only to see the video's picture on the wall begin to shrivel and burn.

With that, Ryan pulls back from Brendon and gazes into his dark eyes.
"Stop, please Bren'"
At the sound of his old nickname Brendon's shoulders hit the floor, and his dark, thick hair sweeps accross his forehead as a breeze passes between them. The flames are extinguished and Brendon collapses. Ryan catches him as he slides to the floor, his hand shaking over Brendon's face, and he cannot help a slight sob as he pushes Brendon's hair off his head and cradles him close. Ryan knew that sooner or later it would become too strong for him to control, and Brendon would succumb to it. As strong as Brendon's exterior is, he is weak on the inside. His tears drop onto Brendon's cheek. They are salty, thick, and they shine in the dim light, but not for long, for as soon as they reach his skin they evaporate into thin air.

Just then, the sprinklers go off. The water doesn't even touch Ryan nor Brendon, an invisible barrier that Ryan has created just causes it to fall around them. It is slow, sweet.

A melody of water.