'It was just like any other day' I thought to myself; the black clock flashed in my chocolate eyes, '7:00am'. I rolled over in my dark double bed I couldn't wish more that today I didn't have to go to school, therefore I grabbed my quilt tightly in between my left thumb and four fingers and sighed. Burying my head among my feathered cushions, I let out a yawn as the effort of getting up was decreasing and it was like I was glued to the broken mattress.

"BRENDON!" I heard uproar from downstairs "GET UP YOU'LL BE LATE FOR YOUR FIRST DAY!"

Yes. It was my first day, and that was the exact reason I didn't want to get up. I never got on with anyone in my old school; maybe I was just worried, in case no one will like me here. Slowly I pushed two brown pillows to my tiny ears in attempt to block out all sounds and surroundings and shut my eyelids firmly. The thought of my old school upset me, the bullies, the name calling, the...

"BRENDON DID YOU HEAR ME?" My mum cried.

I knew I had no chance of skipping my first day so I gave up on the plan of wishing it away in a deep sleep and opened my eyes. Bright sun shone through the gap in the heavy curtains and light remained on the Fall Out Boy poster on my wall. After a while I took my head away from the pillows and chucked my quilt off my bed and rolled over onto my bare back. My clean skinny jeans and my 'Simple Plan' top were folded on the top of my golden brown chest of drawers and I sat up. My body ached. The clock now flashed '7:10am' I had to leave soon. As I stepped out of my bed I hit my guitar with my right hand and rushed my clothes on my weak body. Only a few steps down the landing took me into the green bathroom, I rinsed my face and dabbed it dry. With that I picked up my eyeliner and gently drew around the edges of my eyes. Not many guys wore eyeliner, I knew that but it was my decision and this is where I got the name 'emo' from.

Stairs creaked each time I stepped on them. I wasn't ready for this day. I took the toast my mum laid out for me on the white plate and I took a single bite.

"Not hungry Bren?" My mother posed.

I sighed and answered "Not really."

"We best get going Bren, don't want to be late."

Following that conversation I shoved all my pens, books and pencils in my bag and made my way out to the red family car. I put my seat belt on daydreaming out the window and before I knew it, I arrived. It didn't take long to get to school now, not since I've moved. I suppose this school will be better. The school appeared big, there were large wooden doors and there was a huge clock above the main entrance. The bricks of the old building were red coloured. The school was, well, noticeable.

"Have fun Brendon."

"Mm" I whispered.

I already had my fresh new timetable so I was on my way to first lesson down the cramped corridors wishing that I was still in the comfort of my bed. I put one single headphone in, trying to get away from school life and everything in general. I hadn't thought about anything all morning. Nothing. Not even about making friends. Eventually I came to a stop; I hadn't even noticed I had reached the classroom. There was a huddle of people, all in their own friend groups I didn't seem to fit in anywhere, not yet. My brown hair just fell in front of my face as I looked up from the dusty floor seeing as a pair of feet were next to mine. I looked into gorgeous green eyes and beautiful brown hair which came down just below the shoulders.

"Hiya" A girl flashed a smile at me.

"Hello." I answered. I admit she's pretty, beautiful really, but she just doesn't do it for me.

"Are you new?" She asked.

I wanted to be alone at this moment, I didn't really want to talk to anyone but I didn't want to appear rude. "Yes, I'm Brendon... Brendon Urie..." I raised my hand to shake hers and continued speaking "...and you are?"

Her eyes narrowed at my hand and ignored the offer "I'm Ally." She smirked and walked off.

She seemed rude I thought to myself, maybe everyone was like this. I just watched her taking easy steps as she walked away swinging her short dress at her sides. My hands sweated as my body filled with nerve, why was I nervous? Gradually I placed my right hand in my tight pocket of my black skinny's and I pulled out a half empty packet of gum. This is what I needed. I trembled as my hands approached my lips hoping my nerves would go. I put a couple pieces of the mint gum in my mouth savouring the taste. Everyone took their places in the class with me left standing.

"Oi, emo boy!"

I assumed this stupid short blonde boy was addressing me, I gave him a glance, a glance hoping he would know I did not like that name. Swallowing the minty saliva I snapped back "What?" Everyone was talking to me here; I used to be blanked in my old school. I wasn't used to the conversations.

"Go sit with Ryan I bet he thinks you're hot." He called with a few chuckles from other class mates.

I saw one spare seat; I assumed this was next to Ryan. I pulled my bag off my shoulder and ruffled through my brown hair carefully not messing up my side bangs.

Slowly I sat down, trying to hide my nerves; I didn't want to appear frightened. The seat was a blue plastic colour and was cold as I sat down in front of the large wooden desk. I pulled out a tatty notebook and navy ballpoint pen from my black side bag. By accident, as I placed the book on the desk I brushed hands with the boy next to me. I blushed.

"Sorry." I whispered.

He laughed. Oh no he thinks I'm a freak.

"It's okay, don't worry..." he answered. After a few moments silence he asked me a question. "So what's your name? I'm Ryan, Ryan Ross to be precise." He sounded cheerful.

I couldn't bear to look at him he might think I'm weird, so I hid my face behind my flop of brown hair and sat awkwardly on the edge of the classroom seat.

"Hey, don't be shy, I won't bite!" He said with a chuckle.

I found it hard to talk to people as it was and now I've touched hands it's awkward. Why did I have to be born unsociable? But then, I don't want to appear rude and make a bad first impression.

I finally staggered across the words "Hi Ryan, I'm B-B-Brendon." I let the nerves get the better of me.

"Ah, Brendon, nice to meet you. So you're new? How's school so far, got any friends yet?" He hit me with loads of questions. Wriggling in my chair I turned to face him slightly.

"I am new, moved from Florida" Question one complete. "School has been okay considering it's only just begun." Question two answered also with a snigger. "...and if I'm honest, no." Final question responded to.

He seemed nice enough so I turned to face him completely now and I saw beautiful chocolate eyes staring right at me, they sparkled as the sun from the window caught the light, he too had delicately drawn eyeliner around his oval eyes. Again he had something similar to me, side bangs one of which what covered his left eye. It looked as if his hair was a dyed black colour perfectly shaped around his heart face. He had pale skin but with rosy cheeks and quite a big nose.

I realised I was staring at him caught in a daydream as he spoke again. "Ah I see, yeah, chill with me and Spence at break? If you want that is." He seemed nervous asking me.

"Yeah sure... I have no where better to go. Erm, what kind of music do you like?" I asked him a question, and to me a very important question.

"Hmm" He seemed interested. "I like Fall Out Boy a lot, Green Day, My Chem!"

I smiled, wow another thing we have in common. "Neat! My favourite bands too!" Hoped I didn't sound too enthusiastic. We spoke more about music.

"So when is the teacher getting here? I mean we've already been talking for nearly half an hour?" I asked.

He laughed. "I really don't know, to be honest, I hope he doesn't!" I smiled at his comment. I seemed to smile a lot. I don't like him. Not like that...

Class had soon came to an end and the teacher didn't even appear.. and it was a double lesson. Now it's break. Where Ryan said he'd let me hang around with him. As the bell went off he suddenly took my hand in my shock, I was speechless I couldn't tell if I liked it or I was amazed. 'No Brendon you're not gay.'I thought to myself but yet I wasn't very convincing as I left my first class hand in hand with someone the same gender as me.

"Hurry up Bren!" He screamed from the other side of the corridor. It reminded me of my mum none of my, friends, called me 'Bren.'

Twisting past everyone in the corridor, mine and Ryan's hand contact lost touch, he seemed as if he was jogging to where ever 'Spence' was. The people were pushing me side to side I felt like a boat on a rough sea. Where was Ryan?

As that thought trailed my mind I heard "Spencer! I have a new friend, look..."

That was me. The new friend.

"Brenny? Brendon! Where are youuuu?"

"Ryan, he probably realized how queer you are and got scared" I heard a deep voice speak and in the distance I could see someone jokingly punch a skinny boy.

I bobbed my head through the crowd when I came to an open space where two boys were sitting on a light brown outside bench.

"No Spence, he is here" He smiled and walked over to me. "This is Br- he can introduce himself."

I gulped as Ryan nudged me forward. "Hey, Spencer? I'm Brendon... nice to meet you!"

"Hey Brendon, how you chilling, you new then?" Spencer was a little bit taller than me and Ryan. He had dark brown hair which was quite long it covered both of his ears. I could see he had greenish, brown eyes. He looked directly at me. He wore dark grey ripped skinny jeans and a baggy 'Lostprophets' band shirt. I hadn't noticed what Ryan was wearing until now. He had black skinny jeans which appeared quite lose around his stick thin legs. For his upper body, he wore a plain white t-shirt with a grey vertical stripped waistcoat.

Why did everyone ask if I'm new, of course I am new? "Yeah I'm new."

"Neat! Well, I know we'll be seeing more of each other." He winked at Ryan.

Ryan hit him. "Oh Spencer! Don't be so immature!"

"It's not my fault you swing the other way to everyone else!" Laughing he looked at me and winked. "Do you think he's pretty?"

"Erm..." I hesitated. "Yeah" I hoped they saw it as sarcasm instead of my real feelings.

Ryan jumped at that. "You what? You think I'm pretty?"

"Oh don't flatter yourself Ryan." Spencer said teasingly. "It's sarcasm can't you tell?"

"Oh yeah, I knew that..."

I was confused. Why did I find a boy attractive? Why did Ryan get excited when I said he was pretty? Why was I scared?

I laughed to show I didn't care and did a cheeky wink. "Yeah Ryan, sarcasm... I best be off I'll get lost on route to class."

"No wait!" Ryan let the words pass between his lips. "Let me see... A45, that's near where we were this morning... Stay a little longer?" I could see he wanted me to stay.

"Mm okay, it best be there."

"It is, I promise!" He let free a smile. "Take my number..."

"Ryan!" Spencer called. "You're leaning onto him a bit to close."

"It's okay..." I shyly said. Spencer appeared shocked to my response.

Ryan grasped my arm and handed me over some paper. "This is my number... Don't text or call me tonight I'm kind of grounded until tomorrow." He paused. "Text me whenever you want... we can meet up okay, so can you Spencer!"

I looked at them "Okay thank you, oh that's the bell?"

"Yeah it is" Spencer answered. "I don't think I'm in any more of your classes, so I'll see you tomorrow. Bye Brendon!"

"See ya Spencer, bye Ryan." Ryan didn't answer. "Ryan?"

He shook his head as he came out of a doze. "Yeah bye Brendon, remember to text me okay, I've saved your number too!"

"Okay, Bye" As I walked off I thought deeply about the morning already. Meeting Ryan considerably more than anything else which has happened. I couldn't take my mind off the brown eyed boy for the rest of the day and night.

When I got home I ignored my mum as I was in a constant daydream, I really was lost in my feelings. I was so excited for the next day.

*END OF CHAPTER*