If you knew the world was going to end, how would you spend your final days? Would you spend it with your loved ones? Wallow in self pity? Steal a packet of Dots and experience anarchy in all its glory? For me the answer was simple and it was none of the above.
You see, some may say that I have it all; the looks, popularity and the love of a supporting family, but for all that I am, I still have my flaws. I may be beautiful, hair a halo of pure gold and eyes so blue that the sky looks on with envy, but in my own perspective that is not what sticks out most. No, instead it is the monstrosity I bear on her face, seeking out attention and ultimately being the bane of my existence.
To me, the ending of the world was not the worst thing to ever happen; I probably would not even put it in my top three. The worst happened about two years ago, in a small white room that smelled of disinfectant and was filled to the brim with torture instruments. I have had to live with the scars of the whole ordeal, both physical and mental and I'll be damned if I die with the memory still evident on my profile. My final hurrah will be to rectify my biggest flaw.
Do you know what is worse than facing the end of the world? Facing the end of the world with braces.
It has been said that the world will end with a loud noise, such as a bang, but I can tell you that is not true. It actually sounds a lot like the ringing of an alarm clock; well the beginning of the end does anyway. I may be bias though, it was the first noise I heard on the day of 'The Proclamation', but whatever.
No one knew today was the day our lives would change, it was 'newly discovered', though I'd bet my cat that the scientists knew long before. But why make us panic until it became obvious?
As I walked along the street, blissfully ignorant to the state of the world, I pretended to listen to what my best friend Puck was yammering on about. Something about the newest menu addition to Taco Bell, or maybe it was about how I should pay more attention, but who knows? I was too focused on his older sister, well step-sister actually, but they've never seen each other as anything but family. Blood may be thicker than water, but you need water to survive.
The raven haired beauty leading us was too engrossed in her phone to notice my obvious appreciation and her brother was just as oblivious as he carried on his rant about deep fried tacos. Maybe they share the same genes after all.
I enjoy taking my time watching her; she is the very pinnacle of beauty. An angular jaw, strong yet inherently feminine. A dimple which danced upon her cheek when she genuinely smiled, (which is not often, I sadly remind myself.) Her eyes, they are a contradiction in them self; dark as night, yet full of light. Guarded, yet so full of emotion. Mirthful, yet holding an edge of sadness. Everything about her draws me in, but it is her eyes that first captured me.
I know I'll never have a chance with her, she only sees me as her baby brother's best friend. That and the fact that she is the epitome of perfection and I'm, well, not. A girl can dream though. In those dreams I have perfect teeth and no metal protruding from my mouth. Basically I don't look like I've been fucked in the mouth by a robot, as Puck once eloquently put it. Let me make it clear, my teeth are not horrific, I do not have buck teeth, nor do they look like a witch doctor's necklace. I was simply cursed with an off bite and now I must suffer through this torment.
During my musings I failed to realise we had arrived at William McKinley High School and even more so that Santana had bid us farewell in favour of meeting her friends. Pity, I was enjoying envisioning how we'd look together, sans the tinsel teeth. Mrs. Brittany Lopez has a ring to it, don't you think? I digress though.
School went on as usual, uninteresting and slow. Nothing prominent happened, nothing that I can look back on and say 'this is it. This is a sign of the apocalypse.' It wasn't my fault that I was shocked about how the day would play out; my parents did not raise me under the idea that an apocalypse could happen. I blame them. Infidels.
We were ushered into the hall, ten minutes before end bell, and straight away I should have realised something was off. Principle Figgins does not simply interact with us unless we were in trouble and I very much doubt that the whole school could be. But alas, I did not put two and two together as I spotted the most delectable creature sitting across the bleachers from me. She was sat with her two best friends, Mercedes Jones (who she refers to as Lil' Wayne of something, which I think may be racist) and Quinn Fabray (Puck has a massive crush on her, though he'd never admit it.)
Figgins trotted onto stage and called for attention, but I was too fascinated by Santana sticking Cheetos into Mercedes' hair to really listen. It wasn't until chaos erupted around me that I realised Figgins had said anything and it took Puck to explain to me that a meteor was heading towards Earth and it has the ability to wipe out all life.
"How long do we have, Puck?"
"Figgins," Puck began, "said the scientists say we have about thirty days."
I've never seen Puck look so frightened before, it was oddly endearing to see his bravado break. I looked to the other sibling and to my surprise she was still sat on the bleachers, smirking at the news. If anyone could thrive off anarchy, it would be Santana.
I just stood there, confused and well, shocked. How was I ever going to meet Emma Stone now? Thirty days is not enough time for her to fall in love with me! This day could not get any worse.
As everyone rushed out of the hall and out the school gates, I tried to collect my thoughts. 1) The world is ending. 2) Santana likes destruction. 3) Emma Stone is a no-go. Puck was rambling about how he could not die before the next Call of Duty came out and that the crazy old man, Patches, with the sign saying 'the end is nigh' was right. Guess he isn't as crazy as we thought. It wasn't until he mentioned that dreaded word that I started to panic. Braces.
Fucking braces.
I don't give a rat's ass about Emma Stone, what about my braces! I am going to die with a mouthful of metal! I screamed, flashing my torment at Puck who was the only person left in the school with me. Trying to claw the devil's train track off my teeth, I screeched even louder.
"Is that really necessary?" Puck cut through my yelling. I was too taken about to point out that it was him who even mentioned braces in the first place. Assclown. He latched onto my hand, I briefly thought it was for comfort, until I was dragged out the school with Puck saying he refused to die in school with a screaming lunatic.
The streets of Lima, Ohio, were trashed. It looked like a bomb had detonated in the town centre; glass littered the floor, smoke streamed from windows and I'm pretty sure I just saw a tyre fly across the road. It seems like as soon as people hear a bit of bad news; they lose their shit and break things. It's far too violent for my liking. It wasn't just the people you expect to see running rampant either, I could have sworn I saw my driving instructor smash a door with a crowbar.
My best friend still held tight to my hand, this time I believe for comfort, as we watched the world we knew fall into the arms of mayhem. In that moment, two things became apparent: civilization no longer existed and I was never getting my braces off.
Hi guys, finally decided to try my hand at a multi fic! Grammar isn't really my thing, so apologies for any mistakes. I tried to rectify them, I swear!
Anyway, got this idea off my friend as she asked me what I'd do in regards to my braces if the world ended. I'd probably cry as I've had them for two years and they were supposed to come off, like a year ago. But my orthodontist hates me and I'm pretty sure she's punishing me.
Anyway, let me know what you think and give any suggestions if you have any! Any review is helpful!
