weird as in they both see their roles in each others lives/relationship differently.
like ry thinks they're a serious lovey dovey couple.
and Brendon just sees Ryan as somebody to pass the time.

oooh thats not good D:

Morella’s POV
Jon and I drove home.
Well, Jon drove me home in his blue Oldsmobile cutlass to beat the traffic after class.
He lived in the city and by time we got out of school it would be rush hour; I on the other hand lived on the odd end of the suburbs.
I told him to slow down front of a 2 story pale green house.
“Wow. Nice place.” He whistled looking up at the house almost pressing his head against the glass.
“Thanks, I’ll tell my mom you like the paint.” I laughed pulling my book bag from the floor.
“I’ll see you tomorrow. And don’t make any plans for tomorrow night okay?”
“Why Mr. Walker?” I asked holding the edge of my skirt in my hands.
“Just don’t make any plans.” He winked as he drove off.
I started slowly walking toward my mom’s house.
It was all that I had left of both of my parents after her and my dad ran off.
But I don’t live alone. I live with my aunt.
She’s so off the wall. I love her.
I unlocked the door and pushed it open to enter and I was stopped by a chain.
Yea. My aunt must be home. She’s a little bit schizo by the way.
She probably forgot to take her meds or maybe she’s in one of her moods.
“Aunt Lilly!!! I’m home!!” I yelled through the crack in the door.
“OH Morella I’m coming!!! I’m coming!!!” She laughed and I heard her slippers sliding across the cheep wood floor of the house.
I watched her taxi cab yellow NYC nail polished fingers quickly release the chain from the wall.
I got in the house and went toward the kitchen.
The table was covered in envelopes and newspapers and Polaroid pictures.
I also saw a cigarette in a crystal ash tray.
I pulled out a soda from the orange fridge and started toward my room.
“So did you meet anyone interesting today?”
“I think.”
“You better meet some nice people at that school with what I’m paying for it. Their sweat better be liquid gold. And I see they made you change your clothes. Thank god!! Cause you were making the world color shy. I was afraid you were turning into me! And I don’t think my insurance will cover a shrink for you in the first place.”
“The rules are stupid. And No I’m not done dressing like that. And I really don’t think it would be a bad thing if I turned out like you. As long as I’m not like my renegade parents.”
“Sweetheart you are a renegade. I’m sending you to this school so you don’t get to far away. Now what kind of people did you meet? Any girls?”
“No. Mostly guys. One girl. But I met this one guy-“
“is that who drove you home in that boss car?”
“Yes! His name is Jon and he is so oh my god Lilly.”
“You’ve only made one friend and he’s a boy!! I send you to a catholic school and you befriend a boy! I should of saved the money and sent you to a planned parenthood boarding school or something.”
I laughed. “There’s no such thing as a planned parenthood boarding school.”
“I’m sure there’s one in Texas. Now go do your homework. And I better not hear from your school saying you gave that boy a blow job in god damn dark room!”
That made me laugh even more and I just went to my room.

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Next day. . .
I shut the teal door of my aunt old roadster.
“Have a good day rainbow bright.” She said blowing smoke out of her nostrils, tilting her red head of hair back just right to catch the sun.
Looking cool, equal to Andy Warhol kind of cool on my scale of coolness.
I started walking toward school in some borrowed Mary janes I borrowed from my Aunt’s shoe collection.
And I heard someone yelling at me.
“Morella!!!!” I heard then scream with urgency.
I stopped and scanned the area.
I found Brendon jumping up and down waving his hands in the air.
“Ella over here!!!” He yelled coming to a bouncing stop.
I jogged over to them.
Brendon greeted me by pulling the waist of his pants down a bit.
“Orange underwear.” Ryan announced sitting on the brick wall lining the curb of the school.
He pointed toward Meredith who was sitting by his side, almost in his lap i might add.
But Ryan wasn’t having that. In fact he acted like she wasn’t even there.
“Purple socks.” She sung waving her legs in the air as much as the skirt allowed her too.
He pointed to a scarf tied to his amber brown hair.
Then he nodded toward me.
“How’d you do on the inside?” He asked.
And that brought all attention to me.
I raised an eye brow as I slipped my thumb under the collar of my shirt and I raised the bra strap.
To revel a neon pink color.
“If I knew you were wearing a pink bra today I so wouldn’t of wore my pink bra.” I heard Jon smile behind me.
This was a start to a crazy wonderful day. And I couldn’t wait till tonight.

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After school.
Ry’s POV
Brendon and I were lying on top of my green covers.
He was lying softly on his side the only movement he gave ever now in then was to breathe.
His eyes were glued to a magazine that he had to have read 5 times already.
He didn’t want to talk. He didn’t seem to ever want to talk anymore.
When we met we’d be on the phone for three hours talking and sometimes I was satisfied with us not even saying a word.
But this silence was different.
“What are you thinking about?” I asked him. I was lying on my back next to him rubbing my stomach.
“Nothing important.” He mumbled.
“Come on tell me.” I smiled shyly giving his arm a slight nudge.
He let the magazine roll close and he looked up at me.
“I was thinking about Ella.”
“Ella?”
“Morella, Ella is her nickname Ryan.” He said a little annoyed that I didn’t know that.
I started poking my stomach, a little mad at him.
How come she has a nick name! I’ve known him forever and he doesn’t even call me Ry.
“What were you thinking about her for?” I asked him biting my lip almost hoping it would bleed to release some of this rising anger.
“I was just thinking she was pretty.”
“She’s pretty?” I asked him with unintended shock in my voice.
She was pretty, what was I?
Even I could answer that. I was pretty odd.
But I already thought of a solution!!!
I’d just eat less, throw up more. Chew gum, drink tea.
“I think she is and I’m sure if we have Mere talk to her and give her some lipstick or something she’ll get us into the popular kids parties.”
“Aren’t we popular?” I asked him my voice staring to strain.
“Popular kids are different from popular lunch room attractions Ryan.” Brendon laughed at me.
“You know whose really pretty?” Brendon asked.
“who?”
“Meredith! And she’s single.”
“She’s been single since we’ve met her.”
“Ass, haven’t you’ve noticed she’s waiting for you!!”
Me and girls . . . we just don’t go.
I just don’t trust women.
Women leave you always. Men won’t leave you alone. Least that’s what I think.
“I guess true love does wait.” I laughed.
“True love has a waiting list for Ryan Ross huh?” Brendon laughed.
“Well. . .”I swirled the cover in between my fingers. “Tonight at Jon’s party. . .we can get some alone time.”
“Cool.”
“Is Ella coming?” He asks me light coming to his eyes.
“I don’t know. I don’t know if Jon asked her. But the faster he asks her the faster he fucks her and that means the faster she gets out of our merry way.” I said through clenched teeth.
“I hope she doesn’t leave too soon. I like her.”
I almost bit my tongue off when he said that.
And that sealed little Ella’s fate.
Oh she has something in for her tonight. . .

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lolz.
I might get Ry after all!!!
YAAAAAAYYYYY!!
lolz.
you should totally update this.
like right now.
I wanna see what happens at that party and what Ryan has planneded for Morella.
I like purple socks by the way.
they're pretty cool.
And was Brendon wearing the orange undies?
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[Whoa oh, why do I put myself in these situations?]
Morella’s POV
“So what are the plans of section for tonight?” I ask Jon as we drive home.
He has made it a pleasant ritual to drive me home now he said.
“What am I a general or what do you expect me to give you like a time sheet?”
“No just give me a clue. But if you do write up a time sheet laminate it so I can hang it on my fridge.”
“If I give you a clue it’ll give it away.”
I get out of the car.
“Hey Ella wait can I ask you something?”
“Shoot?”
“Was that lady in the roadster your mom?”
“She’s my aunt.” I looked down when I said that for some reason. This was strange. I had never acted like that when I spoke of her before.
“You live with her?” he asked with a soft voice. Like he understood what was the root of all my problems.
“yea . . .it’s a painfully short story.”
“Maybe you’ll tell me one day.”
“Maybe. . .”
“Anyway. Be ready to be picked up by eight. I won’t be late I swear.” He smiled, Like he knew I had abandonment problems already.
“Okay, bye Jon.”
“Peace Ella.” He waved then drove off.
I get inside the house with ease today but find my aunt standing at the front window facing the street with huge safari binoculars glued to her eyes and a toothpick hanging out of her mouth.
“SO that’s the OMG boy?” She says in a matter of fact voice. The way she’s biting the toothpick, she looks like some exotic hunter and she wants Jon’s head on a platter.
“Jon yes.” I smiled going to my room.
“What are you doing with your legs?” She asks.
“Uh skipping.”
“Jesus Morella. This boy’s got you skipping. But please don’t do that in my shoes it gives them little weird creases on the front.”
I didn’t want to question her, I already knew she had some weird little ocd. For some reason she didn’t like crooked lines or lines for that matter.
But you’d see this women strutting down an aisle of the store wearing a zebra print dress.
So you can say my aunt has hypocrite obsessive compulsive disorder.
“And what are you planning on doing at eight?”
“He’s picking me up-“
“I know that. I can read lips remember.”
Oh yea she can also read lips, from her stint of being mute for two years.
To this day I don’t know how mute and reading lips have to go together.
“We’re going to a party. It’s a Friday so it’s cool.”
“What are you gonna wear?”
I shrugged my shoulders and went to my closet.

[but my love we can’t be friends, but I liked you much better when we just pretend]
Ryan’s POV
“It’s not forever, Just for tonight.” Brendon spoke as he combed his hair into his eye level.
I watched from the edge of my bed. My jaw had dropped so much, for better things and worse, I swear its broken.
First the nickname thing.
Then we talked about the songs Ella writes.
Now-
“Are you breaking up with me?”
He ignored me.
I lifted my body off the bed to stand in a perfectly straight line.
So perfect the bed didn’t even move. If this was some Olympic sport I would have got a 10 and china would be begging me to train with them instead.
That’s what I should start thinking about, Olympic dreams instead of wasting my time on this asshole.
“That’s not what I’m saying.” He smirks as his fingers pull off the top of the eyeliner.
I took steps toward him, I was pretty sure I was leaving my footprints into the area rug of my floor.
I made my way to the mirror where he stood and I slapped the eyeliner out of his hand.
He watched it fall to the floor and it made a line across the uncovered wood floor.
“Then what the hell are you saying?”
“That I just want you to pretend not to be my boyfriend tonight.”
“How could you ask me that? How could you ask me to pretend to love you!!!”
He picked up the eyeliner.
“It’s pretty easy actually.” He said with a sly smile gracing his full lips.
Like he was the master of pretend love or something.
He flipped his hair then looked back at the mirror and went o apply his the liner.
All the while I watched him watch me to make sure I didn’t have another one of my famous rare burst of anger.
Then he stopped.
“You know what . . . forget it. I don’t feel like it today.” He slammed the pencil against the mahogany vanity, glared at me, then stormed out of my room.
I slammed the door behind him causing my whole room shake.
I went to my walk in closet.
I walked in and closed the door behind me.
This was my heaven.
I even had a little chair in here and some books and a small radio.
I even put a lock like system. If you pulled it open really fast from the outside it would get stuck.
Meaning if you were calm you could get in, if you were angry you couldn’t.
I found a short sleeve striped shirt and some plain jeans.
I grabbed a vest and slipped it on. When I did something in the pocket scratched my arm.
It was an old business card that we use to carry around as jokes.
It read Ryan Ross, professional mad hatter. I flipped the card over and saw an ancient number scribbled on the back.
I knew this number; we use to know this person. Till something happened.
Time heals all wounds, and I could use this person to inflict new ones upon Ella.

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lolz.
I might get Ry after all!!!
YAAAAAAYYYYY!!
lolz.
you should totally update this.
like right now.
I wanna see what happens at that party and what Ryan has planneded for Morella.
I like purple socks by the way.
they're pretty cool.
And was Brendon wearing the orange undies?
XD

because they have to express themselves in different ways since they wear uniforms.
i went to a uniform school and that's what me and ma friends use to do.

Meredith’s POV
I’m in the kitchen pouring bags of chips and candy into any available bowl possible.
We should have gone to Ry’s house for this party, his house has everything.
But Jon wanted to have it at his house this week.
I over pour the pretzels and the spill unto the counter.
“Shit.” I mutter.
As I start sweeping them back into the bowl and I watch Brendon hop over the high wood fence of Jon’s backyard.
He presses his face against the patio glass.
“It’s open.” I laugh.
He slides it open and comes in.
He grabs a bowl of candy corn and drags toward the living room.
“Brendon are you okay?” I ask sitting the bowl back unto the counter.
He doesn’t answer so I follow him into the living room and sit next to him.
“Brendon-“
“He loves me.” He says pushing candy corn into his already full mouth.
“All I wanted was a blow job. And all he wants is love. Is that bad?”
“Yea B that’s bad.”
“But I told him you like him.” He defends.
“You did. . .but he doesn’t like girls.”
“I’m sure he does. I know I do. Maybe I should tell him I like girls.”
“That would crush him.”
“No it wouldn’t. He does whatever I like to do. SO if I say I like girls . . . you’ve got yourself a boyfriend.”
“It would serve him good. . .cause I know he’s up to shit. He wants Ella gone.”
“Why? Didn’t he want her in our little club?”
“Yea! But now he’s jealous of her. He wants her gone fast and forever.”
The bell rings and Brendon jumps up from the couch.
“Crap Its Ryan.”
We both freeze.
“Umm . . .you go upstairs. Get dressed.”
“I am dressed. This isn’t even my house.”
“Jon’s mom has dresses I’m sure. Go put one on. Go.” Brendon yells.
I run upstairs and Brendon runs toward the door.