A/N: Something from my own sick, twisted mind... AnnaleaseTurner and I own OC's, Richard O'Brien owns everybody else. Read & Review!

David Jenesis stared out the window of his bedroom as he sat with his legs hunched up and he wrapped his arms around his legs. He slept in the attic now and he was a bit of a troublesome boy. He didn't break a lot of rules or vandalize public property, he was just trouble to his family.

"Davey?" a female voice called.

David sighed, it was the woman in his life that made him feel uncomfortable for living and like a disgrace. He went to the hatch and opened it up to show a woman who strongly resembled him, in fact, this was his mother.

"There you are, David," Duchess greeted her only born. "Listen... Your Aunt Betty and Uncle Ralph are getting married today and you're welcome to come with us."

David snorted. "Why? So I can screw everything up and you just yell at me when we get home?"

"David, enough of that!" Duchess scolded with a slight hiss to her son, then she tried to calm herself down and took a deep breath. "This isn't easy for me either..."

"Mom, all you do is just yell at me for no reason!"

"David... It would be easier... When your father comes back home-"

David turned his back to her as he flopped onto his old rickety bed, folding his arms as he stared out the window some more. "He's not coming back..."

"Yes, he is, Davey..." Duchess said sharply, tears came into her eyes then, perhaps she was just devastated about her husband walking out on them when David was four. "Now get dressed in your Sunday best... I want you to be on your best behavior for Betty and Ralph... You remember them, don't you?"

Betty and Ralph, the only ones whether being biologically family or not, who truly cared about him. David was never sure if Betty and Ralph were biologically related to him or not, but he related to them a lot more. Everybody in a dysfunctional family finds at least one relative that is not in their nuclear family they can relate to. He sometimes wished he could run away and live with them, but he had no way of finding out where they lived or how to get to them to stay with for a while.

David sharply sighed. "Yes, I remember, Mom..."

"Now, David, I want you to wear that tuxedo," Duchess sharply told her son. "The wedding is in a couple of hours at the church. I want you to be well-behaved."

"Yes, Mom..." David said, trying not to sound agitated or like a smart aleck, why was he always punished?

He didn't even do anything. He blamed the drinking though, ever since Mr. Jenesis left the picture, Duchess started to drink because of the loneliness of him being gone for so long and she eventually went too far, but she always managed to somehow appear sober for social rituals like this: Betty and Ralph's wedding.

David got out his tux and got himself ready to get dressed up for it and look appropriate. Lately, David found himself wearing rather effeminate clothing and was never ashamed of how he looked despite what kids at school or adults would say. He even changed his hair, but not too much. He had a blue streak in it that seemed to compliment his hazel eyes. Duchess and a lot of other people would tell him thousands of times to quit doing that, but he dared himself not to listen. He wouldn't change for just being himself.

Once David finally got dressed, he quickly brushed his teeth and combed through his mostly ebony hair. In his opinion: he looked perfect. David wiped his now minty fresh mouth and smiled in the mirror before going to meet his mother.

Duchess was curling her hair with a curling iron and looked in the mirror, while wearing her bridesmaid's outfit. She was very excited to go to the wedding, because of Betty and Ralph, and also, she was going to be apart of it, even if she wouldn't get as much attention as the bride or the groom.

"This is day is going to be perfect," Duchess smiled as she let her light brown hair bounce back after she finished with the curling iron. She then looked to David with a cheerful smile. "Well... Look at you... You just look so handsome, like a wealthy, young bachelor."

David tried very hard to resist rolling his eyes, but he did. However, he was lucky this time since his mother looked away to get her face powder and lipstick.

"Oh, this will be a wonderful day." Duchess smiled as she puckered her lips to put on her favorite shade of red lipstick.

"Mom, do I have to stay for the reception?" David groaned as he leaned against the door-frame of his mother's bedroom. "That's so boring... Why don't you just drive me back home and then you can stay for it?"

"We will do no such thing, David," Duchess narrowed her eyes at her child. "Everybody wants to meet you."

David then sighed, feeling like he was literally going to die of boredom. "Okay, Mom..."

Duchess lifted his chin. "That's a good boy..." she then patted his head and went to make a quick bathroom trip.

David sighed. "That does it... I'm running away tonight... I don't know where I'll go... But anywhere's better than here..."

About 10 minutes later, David and Duchess got into the car. Duchess was shivering with anticipation while David looked bored out of his mind and would rather be in his room where he could do his writing or artwork he often enjoyed doing in his free time. He felt like this wedding was going to be just as dull and boring as the other ones he was dragged to. He just wished his mother would understand him, but she didn't... He often dreamed of going to a place to find where he really belonged so he could go the distance and that every mile would be worth his while.

"David?" Duchess called as her son was daydreaming about running away from home again. "Davey... DAAAVIIIID!"

"Huh, what?" David snorted, blinking rapidly. "I'm up... I'm up..."

"Well I hope you are," Duchess said rather sharply. "They're expecting us."

David sharply sighed as he latched his seat-belt off, then went to join her. Duchess looked around for any storm clouds. She had heard that there was rain in the forecast.