A band of colour stretched from the hairline on his left side, across his eyes, over his nose, and disappeared into the fringe on the right side of his face. That stripe was the same colour as the mist he was breathing into the chilly night, a translucent, airy type of grey, and with the gnarled trees hed painted on with black eyeliner, his face could have been the little not-for-separate-sale trial for a rainy day.
His right hand was opened to full flower, touching the black-silver metal delicately, notes to self written yesterday fading into the skin on the back of his hand like scars. On the underside of his wrists, more of these sc
"Which road, Brendon?" Ryan says again, louder than the last time. And Brendon, he still doesn't answer. He looks left, then right, then at Ryan. It was dirt road, sealed road, then it was the boy he never wanted to walk away from.
"Fuck, Ryan," he says quietly, "don't make me choose."
Ryan, he's either oblivious or in denial, because he doesn't cry, he doesn't sigh, he just points. His finger's like a compass needle, swinging to face the sealed road.
"I'll choose. You walk that way," he says in a level voice dripping with emptyness, "I'll walk this way."
Then Ryan turns, and he walks this way. Just like that.
Brendon looks down at his
ohhkaay. so. long week. or..half a week? mm.
thursday. sam started being a total betch in the art room, did the whole telling the teachers to fuck off thing, and all this freaking drama and rumours and shit-talking came up all over the fucking school. i was like. greaaat. someone started a rumour that ryan [ross] is my freaking boyfriend. it was damn hilarious.
friday, i had a day off school, because of all the aforementioned drama. about..iunno. one, mum comes home, and we have to drive an hour to corrumbene in new norfolk because, my great-grandfather was in his last week of life. so. mm. we stayed there from ninethree in the afternoon, t
so. okay.
richmond. it was pretty boring. i got all weird and freaked everyone out at the cemetary. hur. then. we went to the maze. damn that was fun. in the first one i was like. running. and i came to a dead end fence. i was like, oh hi. and climbed over it. ! i ripped my jeans though. and i was like. fuck. mm. so yeah. that was my tuesday. condensed into short sentences. nice.
and yeah i was supposed to meet jaymes at the skate park at like four in the morning? haha. but i didn't.
now. today was more interesting.
after school. i was walking home with jaymes and sarah, and d was walking ahead of us. mm. i know it won't do much, calling
err. i hate it when people talk shit on myspace. then again i hate people talking shit in general, i.e kayla coming up to me and sarah and jaymes today on the end of the old bridge and being a bitch. then jack heard her yelling from across the bridge so he brought himself and the dumbass brigade over to see what was going on, and we got in some pushing match and my hair got messed up. sad state of affairs am i right?
mm i'm supposed to be getting up at like three to go to the skate park with jaymes and maybe sarah but i'm starting to think fuck that. plus jaymes was super late home and was epic..ly grounded so i don't know if he'll be able t