I do not own Home Movies or any characters!
This chapter is a bit confusing. The first half is from Brendon's POV.
-- in the middle of the story means time jump, and the POV changes to a narrator. :)
I also made this one easier to read.
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Chapter 2: The End of 'The Beginning'
2:34 PM.
The afternoon after giving birth, mom was already home with Jesse. You could tell he was her son. Jesse looked nearly identical to mom, with Coach's hair color and nose. I guess I found it sort of, well, cute. Their genes meshed well together.
The crib was set up in mom's room. No surprise there. He was such a happy, smiling baby. He barely cried, mostly only when he was hungry.
That night I met up with Jason and Melissa at the ice cream parlor. I had to tell them my thoughts from the night before. The thoughts that still haunted my mind.
"Guys, I have something serious that we need to talk about."
Jason blinked in confusion, "Are you and Melissa breaking up?"
Melissa only gasped as I shook my head 'no' and looked towards the ground. "I've just been thinking about the past lately, that's all."
Melissa sighed in relief, "What about it?"
"Do you guys remember when we … um…"
"Yes?"
"…Made movies?"
"We made movies?" Jason lowered his eyebrows before taking a lick from his ice cream cone. This made Melissa roll her eyes. "Of course we remember, Brendon. Why are you suddenly bringing that up though?"
"Well, I've been thinking…"
"You said that already. And?" She started getting impatient.
"What if we …made them again?"
The area grew completely silent. I even swore the cars passing by stopped driving just to stare in huge astonishment at what I had just said. Melissa suddenly smirked though as Jason ... continued to eat his ice cream.
"Seriously? We barely have time to hang out with each other. How do you expect us to make movies?"
I shrugged with a sigh. "Only a thought." I decided not to tell them why. That would only cause them to worry. I hated when my friends worried. The subject quickly changed as we went on to talk about something involved with school, but I still had the idea in my mind. With or without the help of my co-stars, I was destined to do this.
5:50 PM.
A week later I stood inside of Super Sale with a 70 something in my hand. I couldn't remember the last time I actually saw a camera. It was so much more advanced than my old camera was. I knew it wouldn't be the same, but I couldn't help myself.
Soon enough, I was down the street, the camera swinging inside the plastic bag I was holding. "I don't believe I just bought this." I mumbled to myself. I tended to do that a lot. "I probably most likely won't even use it."
"Uhh…Brendon?" A car suddenly drove up near the sidewalk and slowed as it followed me. Of course, like always, it was Coach McGuirk. I refused to call him dad. He would always be 'Coach' to me, no matter how much I loved him and got close to him. "Get in the car, stranger. I'm on my way to your house anyways."
I smiled a bit before swinging open the door and climbing in the car. I didn't bother putting on my seatbelt.
"Whatchu got there?" He suddenly asked as he began driving. I only shrugged and leaned back in the seat with a sigh, "Nothing."
Coach snickered attempting to keep his focus on the road as he spoke to me. "Obviously it isn't nothing, Brendon. There's something in there."
"How would you know?"
"Because even nothing is something. The dictionary definition of 'something' is an unidentified thing and 'nothing' is clearly unidentified."
"Really? That's in the dictionary?"
"Of course it is… probably. Maybe not, who cares." He turned a corner and sped up a bit before sneering, "The point is, Brendon, that there is something in that bag."
I yawned and turned to stare out the window, mumbling in response. "Yeah, there's something in here, but it's nothing. Really."
Obviously fed up with me, Coach didn't say another word. We got back to the house and I nearly darted up the stairs. Josie noticed me and yelled out my name to find out what I was doing, but I just ignored her. She'd figure it out eventually.
I slammed my door shut and pulled the camera from my bag. It was extremely tiny, and came with a mini tri-pod. A lot smaller than the one I used to have. Holding that camera in my hand brought back so many memories. It was kind of overwhelming.
The only problem was … how to get started.
I must have sat there for over 3 hours, just trying to think of what kind of movie to make. I started even questioning why I had bought it in the first place. There was no way I could make a movie by myself as a 15 year old boy without looking like a loser. Not that anyone would see it, but I would … and possibly look back on it realizing how horrible it was like what happened seven years before.
"Why bother…" I finally groaned, tossing the camera onto the highest shelve in the room. It was no use. I had just wasted 70 dollars on 'nothing'.
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"So I'll see you next weekend then?" Melissa's voice echoed from the other side of the phone. Brendon smiled, nodding happily as he replied, "Can't wait!"
They said their goodbyes before hanging up. Brendon laid on his bed and yawned, staring at his ceiling, now in a completely good mood. He couldn't wait to finally see Melissa again after 2 years. The breakup senior year must have been the hardest thing they had to do with their lives, and possibly being able to recover from it would be just what Brendon needed to motivate him a little in life.
He found himself very slowly drifting off into a light sleep as his eyes closed…
"Brendonnnn!"
The young boy's voice echoed throughout the entire upstairs. Brendon quickly opened his eyes again and turned his head to look towards the door.
"…Yes, Jesse?"
Jesse grinned widely before barging into the room and plopping himself onto Brendon's bed. "Guess what?! Today I scored 6 goals in soccer and got team captain!"
"…Oh. Great news." Brendon chuckled, pretending to be interested at least a little. He hadn't gotten anywhere in life. He actually still lived at home. Of course he attempted to go to a community college for a year but never showing up to class sort of caused a huge problem there.
"Yeah!…Well, see yah!" Jesse gave Brendon another smile before hopping off the bed and heading through the door. That's one thing Brendon didn't have when he was Jesses' age. Peppiness.
Sighing full of relief, Brendon gently closed his eyes again only to be interrupted by an even louder, "Oh!"
"…Mhm?"
"I almost forgot! Dad got me this huge box set of old scary movies. They're so interesting. It kind of makes me think how they make movies like that, you know? All the effects and costumes," Jesse chuckled and shrugged.
Brendon suddenly lowered his eyebrows, sitting up slowly to stare at Jesse in deep, deep thought. Why did such little things bring back so many memories?
"…You're interested in movies?"
"Oh boy, am I! Kim is too!" Jesse was way too optimistic, and loved talking about his friend Kim. She and him had been close since they were really young, meeting in preschool.
"Really? Hmm…" Brendon looked around his room suspiciously, wanting to get a good laugh out of his childhood and possibly entertain his little brother. Where did I put all those old movies anyways? He thought to himself unsurely. He suddenly caught glimpse to something on his top shelve. Was that…? …It was. A video camera.
A huge smile stretched across Brendon's face as emotion filled up inside him. He stared at Jesse one more time before standing up and grabbing the video camera off the shelve. It was funny to him how easily he could reach it now.
"What's that, Brendon?" Jesse asked, very interested. Brendon merely smiled before placing the camera into Jesse's hands. "When I was your age, maybe a little younger, I was given a video camera by my real father."
Jesse stared at the camera, a twinkle in his eyes and a grin on his face. "Really?"
"Yep. And with it, me and two of my friends made millions of memories. It actually helped me cope with a lot of problems in my life at the time."
"Making movies?"
"Exactly. This video camera has actually never been used. I bought it some time ago, thinking I'd maybe some day make movies again but … the inspiration never came."
"What are you trying to say?…"
Brendon smiled softly, "Take it, Jesse. If you have the inspiration to do it, make movies. I'd love to see what you and your friends could come up with."
"Really, Brendon?" Jesse didn't seem as excited as Brendon thought he'd be, but he did seem interested. Smiling and nodding, he gripped the camera firmly in a hand before wrapping one arm around Brendon. This was quite difficult due to his height, but he managed. "Thanks."
"Please don't mention it." Brendon said, his hand on Jesse's head, moving it around to mess up his brother's hair a bit. "Now go make me proud," He chuckled quietly.
"Oh, I will!" Jesse commented back before racing out the door and downstairs. "I have to call Kim!" He managed to yell out loud. Brendon smiled warmly to himself before laying back on his bed again.
END CHAPTER 2
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