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Brendon Boyd Urie.
Since I have no one to talk to and absolutely nothing to do at work for the moment. I'll do something nice and tell you about myself. I'm nineteen. I left my parent's house a few months ago. Wanting to do more with my life.
Brendon's parents where standing in Brendon's bedroom, having found many naked men's magazine under his bed. Brendon bit his lower lip, his head hung low. He didn't want to see their faces but he was sure there was anger mixed with deception. Their only son was a faggot. All his life Brendon has been told that being gay wasn't right, that it was a sin against God and he would go to hell. This made Brendon even more curious about it and there he was. With a lump in his throat and a knot in his stomach.
"Brendon, how could you?" His mom said, her eyes full of tears.
"Mom, I-"
SLAP!
His head jerked to the side, his cheek already becoming red from the force of the impact. He let out a choked noise of suprised, looking up at her.
" Mom...I'm s-sorry. I am. But this is who I am. I can't help it and I can't chan-" His shaky voice was interrupted by his father's strong voice.
"How long?"
Brendon wetted his bottom lip and answered:
"Since I was fourteen." He heard a sob from her mom, the tears finally spilling onto her cheeks. His father shook his head in disaprovement. The boy could barely look at him. His father was angry. Brendon knew it. He could see the mix of disgust, anger and hate in his eyes in the way he looked at him. The teen's gaze dropped to the green carpet of his bedroom.
"Get out." His father said. Brendon snapped his head up, his eyes wide.
"W-what?"
"Grab your things and get out. We don't want you here anymore." Brendon couldn't believe what he was hearing. The worst scenario he imagined was taking place.
"But...Where? Dad, I have to go to college an-"
"We don't care. Grab your things and get out. We don't have a son anymore." The coldness of his voice was something Brendon will never forget.
Yeah.
I'm a huge fan of Disney movies. Call me a geek but I don't care. Come on. Who never sang alone to the Lion King? I have a huge collections in my appartement. I kinda miss watching them on rainy days because there was nothing to do. I drink a lot of Red Bulls which explain why I often act on the impulse without giving it a second thought.
Come and call to me. I promise I won't make you bored.
urie is wild<
[OOC: I apologize for the lack of good grammar anfd great writing skills. I'm not a writer and never will be.]
Since I have no one to talk to and absolutely nothing to do at work for the moment. I'll do something nice and tell you about myself. I'm nineteen. I left my parent's house a few months ago. Wanting to do more with my life.
Brendon's parents where standing in Brendon's bedroom, having found many naked men's magazine under his bed. Brendon bit his lower lip, his head hung low. He didn't want to see their faces but he was sure there was anger mixed with deception. Their only son was a faggot. All his life Brendon has been told that being gay wasn't right, that it was a sin against God and he would go to hell. This made Brendon even more curious about it and there he was. With a lump in his throat and a knot in his stomach.
"Brendon, how could you?" His mom said, her eyes full of tears.
"Mom, I-"
SLAP!
His head jerked to the side, his cheek already becoming red from the force of the impact. He let out a choked noise of suprised, looking up at her.
" Mom...I'm s-sorry. I am. But this is who I am. I can't help it and I can't chan-" His shaky voice was interrupted by his father's strong voice.
"How long?"
Brendon wetted his bottom lip and answered:
"Since I was fourteen." He heard a sob from her mom, the tears finally spilling onto her cheeks. His father shook his head in disaprovement. The boy could barely look at him. His father was angry. Brendon knew it. He could see the mix of disgust, anger and hate in his eyes in the way he looked at him. The teen's gaze dropped to the green carpet of his bedroom.
"Get out." His father said. Brendon snapped his head up, his eyes wide.
"W-what?"
"Grab your things and get out. We don't want you here anymore." Brendon couldn't believe what he was hearing. The worst scenario he imagined was taking place.
"But...Where? Dad, I have to go to college an-"
"We don't care. Grab your things and get out. We don't have a son anymore." The coldness of his voice was something Brendon will never forget.
Yeah.
I'm a huge fan of Disney movies. Call me a geek but I don't care. Come on. Who never sang alone to the Lion King? I have a huge collections in my appartement. I kinda miss watching them on rainy days because there was nothing to do. I drink a lot of Red Bulls which explain why I often act on the impulse without giving it a second thought.
Come and call to me. I promise I won't make you bored.
urie is wild<
[OOC: I apologize for the lack of good grammar anfd great writing skills. I'm not a writer and never will be.]