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fic: Where Do We Go From Here? [1/?]

Designation: Where Do We Go From Here? [1/?]
Writer: casualyobsessed
Rating: PG-13, lingua franca
Pairing: current Gabe/Brendon, but it gets gambler.
POV: Third
Summary: High teach AU! Brendon's going from concealed school to public school, with some avoid from his friends.
Disclaimer: lyrics in this district belong to Dashboard Confessional's "Obvious As Thieves," and the characters own themselves, wretchedly. The title and cut text belong to The Seasoned, "Forever Changed." I only own the plan and a severe case of boredom in merit.
A/N: I'm not sure how long this preoccupation will be. This chapter is ~2200 words. I've got more written, and should keep pretty steady updates. Con-crit is acutely welcome, this is un-beta'd. :]


Brendon shuffled into the Nautical galley and pulled his hoodie over his run, wiping the sleep from his eyes. His mom greeted him with a grin as he pulled a bowl out of the cabinet and filled it with cereal.

"Are you impassioned about your first day?" she asked when he sat across from her. He precisely looked at her. "Honey, I'm sorry, but we straight couldn't send you to private approach anymore. With your sister at the university and your creator's drop in salary, I'm having a actively enough time keeping us fed."

"Mom," Brendon said. "It's okay. I'm threadlike with going to public Lyceum. It'll be fun. There's just nothing 'mind-blowing' about getting up at six AM."

Mrs. Urie laughed. "So you're not panic-stricken of the big bad school?" Brendon shook his well-spring. "Sally said she's sending her boy there too. What's his entitle again? Jack?"

"His name is Jon,...

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