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Chapter four

Brendon awoke in the community centre to the sound of doors unlocking, and locker doors slamming. He seemed a bit disorientated with lack of sleep, but figured out that it was the second day of community service and everyone was here already. He sneaked around the back door and entered at the front to make it look like he had come from home.

I don't want people knowing i have to live in the fucking community centre. That's just embarrasing man.

He swung the front door open with his foot and entered the changing rooms being his chirpy self.

"GUYS! Guys, guys, guys, ooh what a lovely day for picking up trash."

They had gotten used Brendon's dick-like behaviour and sentences so they just ignored him.

"Humph, fine, see you guys outside."

Brendon walked out to find spray painted in huge crimson letters on the centre's wall "I'M GOING TO KILL YOU"

The rest of the guys followed after him and noticed it too.

"Woah what the fuck is that? Who did it?" Jon asked, genuinely sounding worried.

"I know who did it! It's that Banksy prick." Brendon said laughing under his breath at his own joke.

Before anyone else could say anything, Adam, the probation worker emerged from no where and began commanding the boys.

"Right, today you'll be cleaning this off. No questions, just get on with it and i'll leave you alone, but before i go, phones, give me them, now."

Of course, Ryan was right on his tail.

"Woah what the fuck, i didn't agree to that shit man. No i won't give you it."

Before Ryan could react, Adam snatched it from his hands, along with all the others.

Brendon muffled out "I'm waiting for a call from my mom." But Adam was having none of his sarcastic bullshit and ripped it from his frail fingers.

Adam walked off and the boys went to collect scrubbing brushed and water.

They were all doing their job apart from one person. Ryan. He was soaking up the sun and doing fuck all. Brendon was the first to comment.

"Dude, we're here, slaving our asses away, and your sitting there, almost naked, soaking up the rays. What gives!?"

"Shut up Bden, it's not like i haven't seen you sneaking a look. Feel free to check out my junk, yeah?" He said playfully, before putting back on his sunglasses and laying his head back.

Brendon just smiled, sensing a bit of flirting coming from Ryan, and got back to scrubbing, also sneaking a few cheeky looks here and there. He began to sing shocking the others, as he was very talented in the vocal department. Everyone began praising Brendon, and asking how long he's been singing, all apart from Jon. He was in a world of his own. Brendon noticed and asked him.

"Dude? You ok? You seem out of it man"

"Yeah, it's just, something weird happened last night. Did you feel... weird after the storm?"

Flashback to last night at Jon's house

Jon was lying on his bed playing with his yorkshire terrier, whilst rolling up a spliff. He had felt rather weird after the storm, but figured it was because he got struck with lightning and the effects hadn't worn off. He carried on rolling and he heard a little grunted laugh. He figured it was just the wind outside but it happened again, and then something clearly said "iv'e been licking next doors dogs balls you dirty cunt" He turned round and noticed his dog was licking the right side of his face. The voice was as clear as daylight and he had always imagined if his dog could talk, that's what it would sound like, so oblivious to the fact it was real, he thought it was his mind playing tricks on him. Lack of sleep he thought. He went back to his spliff once again and heard "Ah fuck this, i'm going next door" As that was said his dog trailed off his bed and out the door to next doors patio. Fucking hell did that really just happen? I'm not even high yet...

Back at the community centre

"Oh yeah, i did feel weird actually!" Brendon exclaimed in an over reacted voice.

"Really!? What?" Jon asked intriguingly.

"I had a weird tingling sensation in my anus!?" Brendon almost couldn't get out his last words from laughter traipsing from his throat. Ryan and Spencer laughed along with him, not leaving Jon happy.

"No i'm fucking serious, last night, it's like my dog spoke to me yeah, well, i heard what he was thinking, weird shit man."

As soon as he said that he heard what sounded like Brendon's voice. Only it was Brendon's thoughts.

Yeah, well that's the least of your problems, at least your not living in the community centre.

Jon was about to question what he had just heard Brendon think, but he had no time as Spencer butted in.

"I felt something..." His weak voice echoed towards Jon's ears, just enough that he could clearly make out what he was saying.

"Really? Like actually or are you playing me? If your bullshitting i will do you in, Smith"

"No i'm not lying, this morning i arrived at the community centre a little earlier than we were supposed to. No one was there and i was just sat by myself, quite lonely. Then you and Ryan came in and i said hi, but you didn't reply so i walked up to you guys, but it's like you, you didn't see me. It's like i was, invisible. It's like when i'm feeling lonely, i turn invisible or something."

Jon looked at Spencer truly amazed as he really believed something strange was happening. Spencer can turn invisible and i can read peoples minds? What is this shit, fucking hell man.

Brendon obviously came out with a sarcastic comment.

"Oh my god, Spencer, where are you? I can't see you!?" Spencer really believed he had became invisible again and started shouting "I'm right here! Can't you see me?" Brendon threw his empty coke can at him and it hit Spencer square in the face.

Spencer just looked at Brendon as if he was about to kill him and it quite scared him so he went back to scrubbing the wall and singing, making everyone forget about what had just been said.

When it was all quiet Jon heard Brendon's thoughts again. Fuck what am i gonna do, i need a place to stay, someone's gonna find me living here sooner or later.

Jon gave a confused look towards Brendon and he was about to say something as Brendon looked back with narrowed eyes and furrowed brows as if he almost believed Jon could actually read his mind.

The rest of the day flew by quite fast and it was time to pack up. No one really spoke and everyone was surprisingly obedient. As Brendon dumped his bucket by the door and walked towards the couch, the others followed his actions and began taking their usual positions on the sofa. Ryan would sit next to Brendon, and Ryan never liked to share; Brendon was sitting in his place. Ryan went to grab Brendon's bare arm to lift him off the seat when Brendon started being rather obscene.

"I WANNA RIP YOUR CLOTHES OFF AND GO DOWN ON YOU. I WANT TO BITE EVERYWHERE ON YOUR SMOOTH, TAUGHT BODY..."

"WOW BREN WHAT THE FUCK" Ryan cried out, wondering what the fuck just happened.

Brendon slumped a little bit, feeling like he had just lost a lot of energy. "What's everyone looking at me for?" Brendon asked anxiously.

"Erm did you not listen to what you just fucking said to me?" Ryan spat out, feeling rather confused.

"No.. w-w-what did i say exactly?" Before Ryan could tell him Jon laughed out "You said you wanted to go down on him and bit his smooth, taught body... hahah!" Brendon turned a shade of crimson.

"But, but i don't remember? Dude what the fuck it was when you grabbed my arm..?"

Jon burst out with "I FUCKING TOLD YOU! Some real weird shit is happening, like we have powers or something..."

They all just pondered on the thought for a few second before Ryan blurted out "Oh so Spencer can turn invisible, Jon can hear people's thoughts, and me? When i touch someones bare skin, they get all horny and want to fuck me. Great."

"Hey, who doesn't want to be able to fuck someone at the touch of flesh? At least you've all found your powers, what the fuck can i do!?" Brendon said sounding quite hurt.

"You'll find it eventually" Spencer said, content at the fact he was just a tenth better than someone for once. At that thought, they all turned their heads quickly to hear a loud grunt outside the community centre door. Brendon, being the big head he is went to check it out.

"Fucking chill guys, i got this shit. Let the big man sort this out."

As soon as Brendon opened the door he saw the probation worker carrying a huge metal spoke, it must've been from the big metal gate out the back. The probation worker heard the door creaking open and averted his eyes towards Brendon and came at him, but Brendon saw that look in his eyes and tore the door towards him, baracading it with a chair.