Chapter 1--- My morning Jacket.

Give us this day our daily dose of “out of their right mind” fashion.
With a dash of red corduroy blazers and plaid brown and green skirts, Knee highs to cover the scuffed up knees of the girls who seem to kneel for everything but prayer.
“Ms. Rizzoli we have a very strict dress policy.” Mr. Loin, the dean spoke pointing toward of group of girls by the blue ceiling to floor lockers.
He over looked my current attire.
This was:
A. A homemade screen-print shirt that had the saying “die young live forever”
B. Purple skinny jeans
C. Maroon chuck Taylors.

These colors are very distracting that you have on. This is the very reason why we have this uniform policy. For the rest of the day you will rent a uniform and return it first thing tomorrow morning. Understand Ms. Rizzoli?”
“Yes Mr. Loin.” I said in my best, best school girl accent.
“Very good.” He smiled and tapped the clipboard that he held tight in his red hands.
We walked back to the office after we finished the tour of the campus.
It was the typical private school.
Brick walls supported by gold bars.
Meaning you have two have money to enter.
I’m not the rich kid kind, hopefully you can tell.
As I rented the standard issue uniform a tear escaped my eye as my 20 bucks escaped my pocket.
And 20 dollars isn’t a lot . . . but its 20 dollars that could of went toward something useful.
Even if a 20 these days won’t get you hell of a lot. It would get you ramen and hot dogs.
But it’s still got you something.
The secretary hands over a receipt and my class schedule.
I smile as I see my first class.
Creative writing.
Ryan’s POV
I sit tapping my pen unto my notebook bored out of my freaking soul.
You see I’m past bored out of my mind. Bored out of body. . . I was already wasting away. There wasn’t much left to be out of.
It’s not that I’m fat. I’m not out of shape. I actually have almost no shape . . . except for my lips and my mane of hair.
I’m insanely thin, you put my next to a splinter it’s a joke.
Wow this place is working on my soul.
Least I sit by the window.
The fresh air and the songs of birds give me some inspiration in this dead pan place.
The old twisting tree threatening the safety of the window panes is my version of those cheesy “Hang in there baby” posters with that cat.
I start to day dream. Finally. I thought I was losing my touch.
I roll up my sleeves and fan my face with my notebook before I begin to write.
“It’s hot” Spencer sighs heavy collapsing unto his desk in front of me.
“Nevada is not the place to wear blazers and dress shirt.” Brendon whines at my side, wiping the sweat off of his forehead.
“Nevada isn’t the place for anything. It would be nice to wear this jacket somewhere though.” Jon sighed from the desk behind me.
“It’s not the uniform boys. It’s the weather. And weather doesn’t give a damn about fashion. Ask Marilyn Monroe and that gust of wind.” I speak up chewing the end of my pen.
Brendon lets out a low whistle. “Oh I’ll be sure to ask her, my friends I’ll be dining with her in heaven. Cause if this heat doesn’t let up a degree I’m gonna die from heat stroke.”
I give Brendon a look.
He just shrugs his shoulders.
Sometimes he pisses me off. Sometimes he doesn’t even take my feeling into consideration or how the things he says are gonna affect me.
I don’t want him talking about girls in front of me if he’s my boyfriend.
“Excuse me Mr. Ross.” The prude teacher call out.
She’s not mean or anything. She’s just prude.
“Yes Mrs. Fetcher?” I ask, in my polite voice as always.
She turned toward the door.
I sat up in my seat to see what she was looking at. But Spencer’s head was too big.
“Ms. Rizzoli. Please sit behind Mr. Ross.”
Spencer finally moved his head to grin at us.
And I finally was able to see her.
And all I saw. . .a girl is what I saw.
She was nothing special. She was just something new to talk about.
The only thing different about her that I could tell from looking at her was she didn’t wear heels.
She wore chucks instead.
Instead of blonde hair she had natural black/brown hair in a mop top style.
On her right arm she wore what looked like a religious beads. In her left hand she clutched a hardcover black book.
She stopped at Jon’s desk.
“Excuse me. Where do I sit then this is my seat.” Jon fussed completely ignoring the girl.
“Or sorry Mr. Walker . . . Ms. please sit where Mr. Urie is.”
Brendon sighed and gathered his things off the desk.
He didn’t make eye contact with her.
I watched her take her seat then I looked at my friends.
Time for the vote.
Spencer shook his head no. 0
I couldn’t get Jon’s attention. He was too busy trying to get hers. 1
I looked across the room at my boyfriend. He gave me a grin I had memorized with my eyes closed.
He winked at me then hung his head over one of his many neon notebooks. 2
2 votes yes. One vote no.

She was in.
She was the one we had been waiting for I guess.

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Morella’s Pov
After I had won the silent battle for my seat in class I got right to writing.
I had so many ideas for hooks it would make any A&R rep proud.
The bell rung in class.
By this time I had written two pages of poems.
I gathered my things and I dropped my journal unto the floor.
Great now I’d have to bend down in this freaking skirt and pick it up.
I swung back around and picked up my book bag up first.
I turned back around and a boy was holding my book in his hands.
“Here you dropped this.” He smiled at me.
I quickly took it back. I’m just a little over protective of my writing and a little worried someone will read it and not like it.
“Thank you.” I said and shyly looked away from him.
“Do you know where you’re going next?” he asked.
I looked back up at his face.
“Actually I have no clue. I do know I have Latin next.”
“Really. I had that last year. They pair that up with Italian too.”
“I know.”
“Oh. . .well if you ever need a study partner I’m your guy.” He laughed.
I laughed.
“And what may I call you?”
“Jon. Jon walker.” He did a cute little bow.
“Well Jon I think you should start getting me to class. Or I’ll be late.”
“Oh right. Come on.” He smiled and walked a little bit ahead of me.

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but I lurve Brendon.
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Brendon’s Pov
Meredith and I sat in Latin.
“What do you think is her problem?” Meredith asked me. We were table partners.
“I don’t know. But don’t we have enough to worry about than to start worrying about other people?”
“I just want to know. That and I was just starting conversation. You haven’t been to talkative lately Mr.Urie.” she said poking me with her pencil.
I sighed.
“Not much to say when you’re boyfriends a writer.” I mumbled then wiped my brow again.
“What does that mean?” She asked with a conserved look.
“Nothing. That girl is gonna sit with us watch.”
“No she’s not.”
“Watch.” I laughed.
We both watched the teacher point toward our round table.
And as she came to join us. As she took the empty chair I leaned unto the table and said.
“So what are you here for?”
“What?” the girl asked.
“Were all here cause we all have problems. Our parents think this school is gonna save us. So yea why are you here?”
“why are you here?” she asked.
“Cause. My parents think I’m gay.”
“Are you?”
“No. I just liked one certain boy. And now I can’t get rid of him. So like I said what’s your problem?”
“If I tell you I don’t have one you’ll think I’m a liar.”
“What if I think you’re a liar in the first place?”
“Then you can go to hell.” She hissed at me.
“Just tell me. It’s not a big deal.”

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Morella’s POV

“I’m just here because I have to go to school. And my parents wanted me to go to this school for a long time.” I said focusing on the achent text book the teacher handed to me at the door.
“See that wasn’t so hard.” Urie smiled and leaned back in his seat.
“I can’t wait till 5th period.” He sighed loosening his forest green tie.
“You always can’t wait till fifth period.” The girl next to him laughed. She smiled over at me.
“he always can’t wait for first period.” She repeated to me.
“Oh. . . what’s fifth period?” I ask.
“We go to lunch then after a notorious meal I have art.”
“Art what kind? I have photo fifth period” I ask.
“All the fifth period art classes are in the same class. So we have it together!” Urie grinned.
He had started to warm up a bit around me, this was good, since I had 2 classes with him already.
“What other classes do you have?” He asked scooting his chair closer to mine.
I handed him my schedule
“1st creative writing. All my friends have that class.”
The girl cleared her throat.
“Except for Meredith over her.”
Meredith smiled at me, I smiled back.
“2nd Latin. 3rd- Health. Oh that sucks. Health is so strange at this school. They can’t teach you about sex but they teach you about babies which is the strangest thing. Like where do they freaking come from the sky?” he laughed.
“The sky that’s a new one my mom told me they came from flowers.” I joked back.
“Flowers that remind me of something . . . anyway 4th you have music theory. 5th photo. 6th-phych. Ryan has that class sit by him, you’ll like him.
7th- art history. I have.” He paused and counted on the paper. “3 classes with you. Not counting lunch.”
“Jon has your photo class too..” Meredith tells me after class as she shows me where health is.
“That’s cool.”
“I only say that out of nowhere cause I saw you two talking.”
“I had dropped my journal on the floor and he picked it up for me. He seems nice.”
“Well I’ll let you go. Here’s you 3rd period.” Meredith said parting ways with me.
But not before looking me up and down then leaving down the rest of the wax hall.

Lunch

I sit out on the patio and let my head fall into my hands.
I kept my fingers busy in my hair and took the hair pins out of my messy hair.
The bobby pins pulled on the knots of my hair.
I had gotten so much crap for dress code since first period.
I got sent to the office for different things all day. 3rd period because of my shoes.
I had to go to the office and rent oxford style shoes.
4th period to clean up my “unkempt” hairstyle.
I just couldn’t wait till 5th period to see a somewhat familiar face.
I started to calm down and mellow out but then I heard a loud crash on the patio table in front of me.
“Hey!!” Jon smiled holding a red tray in-between his hands.
“Hi Jon!” I sighed giving him a tired smile.
“Is it cool if we sit here?” he asked nodding toward the thin boy from creative writing this morning.
I nodded afraid if I took a deep breath out to speak the boy would blow away.
Jon sat next to me and the boy sat across from me.
Jon had a burger and fries on his plate. The boy had a apple and a chicken salad.
“Where’s your lunch?” Jon asked me through bites of his burger.
“I mostly write at lunch. And if I eat at lunch it might get on my book. Then it’ll be a mess.”
He sat his drink in front of me and pushed the tray between us.
“No good writer can write starved.” Jon winked.
“No it’s more like the pen is mightier than the stomach.” The boy laughed picking at the fresh lettuce of his salad.
“Well I can’t do a thing if all I can hear in my ear drums is my stomach growling.” Jon said.
I picked up a few fries and dipped them in the ketchup on the tray then ate them.
“I agree with you.” I said pointing at the boy. “But I’m not in such a writing mood anymore.”
“This school does that to you. You want to know how to survive it with your inspiration, your creativity in tact?” the boy asked.
“Yes. That would help me a lot. I’m getting ready to jump out a window if my next class is on the second floor.” I whined.
“Do little things they won’t notice. Like keep your bracelets. Wear blue under wear. It’s what that is on the outer inside that count.” The boy laughed again.
I took a sip of Jon’s drink and found it was a strawberry milkshake.
“Don’t hate me but I may love this school a little more.” I smiled wide.
They both looked at me puzzled.
“Milkshakes.”
“Oh about that . . . our buddy Spencer has culinary during first lunch. And give us our own personal lunch.” The boy explained.
“If you want anything. Anything at all for lunch tells me.” Jon insisted.
We ended up talking about music and movies till the lunch bell rung.
Ryan had went and threw our trays away.
And I started placing my hair pins back.
Jon just stared at me.
“What?” I laughed.
“It’s a shame they’re making you do that. . .You look really cut with messy hair.”
“You’re the first guy- not first person in the world to tell me that.”
“Hopefully i'll the first to tell you a lot of things." He smiled.

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Sooooo Ryan and Brendon are datin in this?
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Originally posted by BdenIsLuv:
AWWWW!!!!!!
that was cute!!!
I lurbed it!
lolz.
Sooooo Ryan and Brendon are datin in this?
XD

ha yea. They're dating but its a weird relationship.

weird as in haha or weird as in O.o