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The community centre is useful after all
Brendon is thrown out of his house, and finds use of the community centre after all.
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Chapter three
It was time to go home and they boys were changing out of their boiler suits in the changing room. Brendon decided it would be fun to mess with Spencer by making out as if Spencer was eyeing him up.
"Are you staring at my dick, Smith?" Brendon said, with a smirk on his face, enjoying every moment.
"No! Not at all! I was just, um, nothing, i wasn't looking anywhere.."
"Calm down, i'm only messing, but i'm not stopping you" Brendon said giving Spencer a wink. Spencer just gave him a confused look and turned away, packing his things from his locker into his bag.
Brendon sparked up a spliff.
"I didn't know you were into that shit" Jon said, seeming surprised, yet happy he had something in common with him.
"Yeah, i'm a hardcore mother fucker, man. You want a blow?" He asked, handing it to Jon. Jon smiled, and took it, inhaling and coughing.
"I forgot to mention, it's packed full of the green stuff. If your'e gonna have a spliff, you might as well enjoy it, eh?" Jon looked at Brendon and nodded, trying to regain his breath from coughing. Brendon handed it to Ryan, making Ryan smile at his generosity.
"Aww guys, we're getting along! All it took was some drugs." Brendon said, as Jon and Ryan looked at him with eyes that said your'e still a twat.
"I don't suppose the arsonist wants a blow?" Brendon questioned Spencer.
"Um, no, no thanks. Thank you though, really thanks."
He slammed his locker door shut and made his exit saying a quick and quiet bye to the guys.
Jon and Ryan slammed their lockers shortly after, and began making their way out of the changing room.
"You guys not want to hang out? Come on, three young teens with Asbo's, ripping up the town, c'mon, how's about it?" Brendon said, sarcastically but actually curious if they wanted to.
"Um, no thanks, i'd rather go home." "Yeah me too, um, maybe some other time, haha..."
"Fine, i'll just go get drunk by myself..." Brendon said, turning back round thinking he was still talking to Ryan and Jon, but they had already left.
Brendon wandered out of the community centre and made his way home, smoking a few cigarettes and going over the events that happened.
What a fucking weird day. A storm, nearly being killed. Aww how would people cope if i was dead. I'm gonna tell everyone i escaped death. I'll be a legend, a hero. Hahah, i'm hilarious.
He goes to open the front door but it's locked, he try's his key thinking his mom was just out, but the key won't work. He knocks on the door.
"Mom? Mom are you in?"
He hears a sigh and footsteps making their way to they door. But the figure just stands there.
"Mom is that you? Will you let me in iv'e had a terrible day. I'm stressed, now i know what it's like being all old and worried like you. Ahhh just kidding...Mom?"
The figure begins to speak.
"Brendon, iv'e changed the locks. Iv'e got to give me and Marks relationship a chance, and i can't if your'e constantly being a dick head with him. He was going to leave me, saying it wouldn't work out because you hated him. So your'e going to have to live somewhere else. Iv'e packed your things, they're outside the garage door, iv'e put some money in your rucksack."
Brendon couldn't take it all in. He's been kicked out so his mom and this bloke that is totally wrong for her can have a chance? He can't believe she was doing this; to her own son.
"Can i at least take my fucking guitar?" He said in a pissed off tone.
"Don't you dare speak to your mother with that language!? And yes, it's with your stuff. I'll call you in a few days." And with that, Brendon heard her footsteps walk off into the hallway. No more words spoken. He stood at the door taking it all in, then scuttered off with a tear in his eye. He sparked up another cigarette and rang almost every contact in his phone.
"Hey Dallon! Listen, can i stay at yours for a while? Got some problems you see... Hello? Dallon? You there?"
"Yooo Ian, listen can i ask you a favour?.... ..... ..... Oh. No no thats fine, yeah i'll find somewhere else."
All he got was rejections. He didn't know where he was walking to, but when he finally stopped to figure out what next, he had ended up at the community centre doors. The keys were still in from when the probation worker was trying to unlock it, so Brendon took them and locked the door behind him. By then, it was 9:00 at night. He wandered round, thoroughly eyeing up the place. There was a vending machine so he could eat, a platform he could sleep on without getting caught and a room full of tv's. Heh, this is better than home, who needs a home when you can live by yourself, fuck it. Assuring himself, he made his way to the platform, set out some blankets and pillows, and settled down for the night.
It was time to go home and they boys were changing out of their boiler suits in the changing room. Brendon decided it would be fun to mess with Spencer by making out as if Spencer was eyeing him up.
"Are you staring at my dick, Smith?" Brendon said, with a smirk on his face, enjoying every moment.
"No! Not at all! I was just, um, nothing, i wasn't looking anywhere.."
"Calm down, i'm only messing, but i'm not stopping you" Brendon said giving Spencer a wink. Spencer just gave him a confused look and turned away, packing his things from his locker into his bag.
Brendon sparked up a spliff.
"I didn't know you were into that shit" Jon said, seeming surprised, yet happy he had something in common with him.
"Yeah, i'm a hardcore mother fucker, man. You want a blow?" He asked, handing it to Jon. Jon smiled, and took it, inhaling and coughing.
"I forgot to mention, it's packed full of the green stuff. If your'e gonna have a spliff, you might as well enjoy it, eh?" Jon looked at Brendon and nodded, trying to regain his breath from coughing. Brendon handed it to Ryan, making Ryan smile at his generosity.
"Aww guys, we're getting along! All it took was some drugs." Brendon said, as Jon and Ryan looked at him with eyes that said your'e still a twat.
"I don't suppose the arsonist wants a blow?" Brendon questioned Spencer.
"Um, no, no thanks. Thank you though, really thanks."
He slammed his locker door shut and made his exit saying a quick and quiet bye to the guys.
Jon and Ryan slammed their lockers shortly after, and began making their way out of the changing room.
"You guys not want to hang out? Come on, three young teens with Asbo's, ripping up the town, c'mon, how's about it?" Brendon said, sarcastically but actually curious if they wanted to.
"Um, no thanks, i'd rather go home." "Yeah me too, um, maybe some other time, haha..."
"Fine, i'll just go get drunk by myself..." Brendon said, turning back round thinking he was still talking to Ryan and Jon, but they had already left.
Brendon wandered out of the community centre and made his way home, smoking a few cigarettes and going over the events that happened.
What a fucking weird day. A storm, nearly being killed. Aww how would people cope if i was dead. I'm gonna tell everyone i escaped death. I'll be a legend, a hero. Hahah, i'm hilarious.
He goes to open the front door but it's locked, he try's his key thinking his mom was just out, but the key won't work. He knocks on the door.
"Mom? Mom are you in?"
He hears a sigh and footsteps making their way to they door. But the figure just stands there.
"Mom is that you? Will you let me in iv'e had a terrible day. I'm stressed, now i know what it's like being all old and worried like you. Ahhh just kidding...Mom?"
The figure begins to speak.
"Brendon, iv'e changed the locks. Iv'e got to give me and Marks relationship a chance, and i can't if your'e constantly being a dick head with him. He was going to leave me, saying it wouldn't work out because you hated him. So your'e going to have to live somewhere else. Iv'e packed your things, they're outside the garage door, iv'e put some money in your rucksack."
Brendon couldn't take it all in. He's been kicked out so his mom and this bloke that is totally wrong for her can have a chance? He can't believe she was doing this; to her own son.
"Can i at least take my fucking guitar?" He said in a pissed off tone.
"Don't you dare speak to your mother with that language!? And yes, it's with your stuff. I'll call you in a few days." And with that, Brendon heard her footsteps walk off into the hallway. No more words spoken. He stood at the door taking it all in, then scuttered off with a tear in his eye. He sparked up another cigarette and rang almost every contact in his phone.
"Hey Dallon! Listen, can i stay at yours for a while? Got some problems you see... Hello? Dallon? You there?"
"Yooo Ian, listen can i ask you a favour?.... ..... ..... Oh. No no thats fine, yeah i'll find somewhere else."
All he got was rejections. He didn't know where he was walking to, but when he finally stopped to figure out what next, he had ended up at the community centre doors. The keys were still in from when the probation worker was trying to unlock it, so Brendon took them and locked the door behind him. By then, it was 9:00 at night. He wandered round, thoroughly eyeing up the place. There was a vending machine so he could eat, a platform he could sleep on without getting caught and a room full of tv's. Heh, this is better than home, who needs a home when you can live by yourself, fuck it. Assuring himself, he made his way to the platform, set out some blankets and pillows, and settled down for the night.
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