Normal is Highly Over Rated

[Brent(back, thank the Goddess)]

To see a world in a grain of sand,

Life’s a bítch. Sometimes it could be so damned unfair. A mere week and a half after his return from visiting his cousin, he’d been summoned back home. Not to the cozy home he preferred, the one where his mother and step father (more of a father than his sperm donor), but his father’s home. His father had summoned him, leaving him with no other choice but to obey. It would seem Daddy had been keeping a secret.

The secret was, Brent had a new family. A new mommy, a new younger brother, and twin sisters. Who needs a step family anyway? He hadn’t even known his dad was seeing anyone. So he’d been called back to meet his new family, and to hear his father’s latest demands.

His oh-so-wonderful father was, as usual, being a royal pain in the neck, criticizing Brent every chance he got. Nothing Brent did was right, nothing about him was good enough. His hair was too long, and looked dirty because of the dyed tips. He was too tanned, not the aristocratic pale person. He sported too many piercings, and a ‘horrible’ brand-spanking new tattoo. His choice of clothing was atrocious. His attitude was wayward and improper. He was just a complete embarrassment.

And heaven in a wild flower,

He always hated visiting is dad’s home, it always left him depressed as hell, and this time was no exception. His father couldn’t accept him the way he was, always using some method to try and change him. From bribery to violence. This time he started with violence, and when pounding his fists into his son’s gut didn’t work, he moved on to threats. Threatening to forbid him from being able to return to MH, which seriously pissed him off, not because of his classes, he didn’t attend those anyway, but because of Hope- the one person who could relate to him, and love him as he was.

Thankfully, dear Mummy stepped in. ‘He has to go back to his school’ she’d said, ‘he can’t very well stay here. The son of another woman, living under my roof? I don’t think so.’ Her exact words. Her roof. Whatever, at least he’d be going back to his school, his real home. Snorting in disgust, Brent shoved thoughts of his father’s home to the back of his mind, shoving his hands into his pocket as the Knight Bus pulled to a stop in front of the Hog’s Head.

Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand,

“Goddess, do I ever need a drink..” he murmured, keeping his head down as he entered the bar. He’d bypassed the Three Broomsticks cleaner, more respectable facility due to the crowd he knew would be there, it was after all noon on a Saturday. He was in no mood to put up with the loud chatter that accompanied the gangs of students, at least not at the moment. Ordering a Fire Whiskey, he handed the barkeep the necessary coin before taking his drink in hand and heading toward an empty table.

Pulling out the chair, he plopped down, half hidden in shadow. A few familiar faces, regulars to the shady bar, waved greetings at him, staring momentarily. He knew why they were staring. Normally it’d be because of one of his outrageous outfits, this time it was because his lack of an outrageous outfit. He didn’t look at all like himself; no chains, no bright colors, no funny t-shirts, no bracelets or cuffs. Nada.

Instead, he was clad in plain gray slacks, shined loafers, and a crisp, pressed, white, long-sleeved, button-up shirt. His hair, which was now a little under his ears, was slicked back with gel, the only thing that remained of his old self, the blonde and black-tipped locks. His piercings were plain, silver hoops, no bright pyramids, or yin-yangs. His eyes were dull and glassy, with bags under them attesting to barely no sleep in the past week or so. Over all he appeared completely somber, lifeless.

And Eternity in an hour.

“Damn fúcked up family…” he muttered to himself, gulping down half his drink in one go. Savoring the feel of the liquid burning a path down his throat, he closed his eyes and tilted his chair on to it’s two back legs. Shifting uncomfortably, he tried to ease the pain in his sore ribs, damning his father for the millionth time in his life. Some things would never change.

Ooc: Gah, bad post. -.-

[Hope Daniels]

ooc: Definitely not a bad post. It was amazing.

bic: The coal color of her eyes were shielded, for her gaze was directed down. Peach eyeshadow was adorned on her lids, along with various washes of mascara and eyeliner. It was a plain routine now a days, she didn't get that same enjoyment of everyday trying a new, weird make up style. She just stopped. She didn't feel lively enough to do it anymore. Was that what getting older meant?

Don't waste your time on me

Was there a point in your life when you abrubtly stopped any traces of immaturity - creativity? One day, did it all just completely change? You drop everything, realizing, okay, time to grow up...time to be however perfect all those parents expected you to be. Time to completely lose yourself amongst the other lifeless beings, living simply for rules and work...no time for play and fun.

Well...Hope wasn't ready.
In her mind.
Somewhat.
Her image?
Well...where did her colors go?

Mindlessly she sauntered over to the bar of the shop, asking for simply a water. She had strolled off onto a walk, and now only wished for a drink of water. Her lazy gaze moved to the seat beside her, examinging the blonde locks. Her fingers moved automatically to her own, then she noted the black tips at then end, pondering the look. Brent had the same hair. Funny. Brent. No...thinking of him was missing him. Hope didn't want to miss him, it brought her to a deep state of depression in which she had trained herself harshly not to go.

You're already the voice inside my head

Her eyes studied his features, and within seconds she knew this was indeed, Brent. Wow, he just always happened to turn up. Maybe she didn't completely recognize him at first glance because of the dark circles framing his eyes, the tired look upon his whole face. She had never seen him so unlively. His clothing was colorless - compared to normal. Well, maybe he wouldn't recognize her, either.

She wore a beige tank top, almost covering her butt, complete with pre-faded jeans that were tight around her thighs, and were tucked into a pair of beige ugg boots. The necklace the very man infront of her gave Hope was strung around her neck, she always had it on. Always. It was always that little bit of hope he'd come back from visiting with his family. She was never really sure.

I miss you, miss you

Her arm reached out to delicately tap his shoulder, if he hadn't already noticed her. "Here you are..." she said, her hand lingered on his shoulder, before falling to her side. Hope's coal black eyes were dead-set on his face, a smile almost twitching at her peach lips. Almost...damn she had missed him.

"Brent..."

[Brent(back, thank the Goddess)]

“Huh?” Brent mumbled, tensing slightly as a hand fell on his shoulder. But then the voice registered, he knew that voice. The legs of his chair hit the floor with a loud thump, his eyes flew open, orbs of amber widening in recognition. The ghost of a smile floated across his features, turning his lips up ever-so-slightly, as he turned his face to look at the owner of the voice.

..You were always right there beside me..

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“Hope..” he said, reaching out a hand to trace along side her cheek. Taking a moment to study her, he frowned worriedly. There was something wrong. This was Hope, but it wasn’t his Hope. She seemed different, not like herself.

Her hair was blonde, plain, no other colors, no odd styles. Her make up was still different from how most would wear it, but it didn’t seem to have the usual flare. And her clothes choice wasn’t the same either. She still looked beautiful, she always would in his eyes. But where were all her colors? Brows furrowed together in a frown, he said “It seems we’re a normal couple now.. So plain and ordinary.”

…This feeling’s like no other…

She looked sad, empty, without her colors. Sort of the way he was at the moment. Is it my fault..? he wondered, feeling guilt wash over him. This wasn’t the first time he’d had to leave without the chance to say a proper goodbye, it wasn’t the first time he went away for weeks at a time, leaving Hope alone. Not like he’d had much of a choice, but still. He didn’t like knowing he’d caused her sadness with his frequent trips home.

“This just isn’t right.. Where are all your colors?” he asked, pulling his wand out of his pocket. With a few murmured words, a pair of top hats appeared, bobbing up and down in front of them. The hats were hot pink, with purple buckles, and silver stars. Whipping one on to his own head, he grabbed the second one, tucking Hope’s hair back before placing the hat gently on her head.

….I finally found, what I’ve been looking for….

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“Much better.” he said, eyes sparkling, and lips curling in the first smile in weeks. Standing slowly, he made his way until he stood behind Hope, leaning forward he wrapped his arms around her petite frame, hugging her close. “Goddess, I’ve missed you.”

Ooc: It was bad, though not as bad as this one. Heh, those lyrics are from a song in that new Disney channel movie, High School Musical. My geeky self actually liked it, I’ve memorized the words to all the songs and everything! ^.^ XDD

[Hope Daniels]

The smile that was held now shone, as his hand caressed her cheek. Her ebony colored irises moved up to meet Brent's golden eyes, which seemed to have faded into more of a copper color. Nevertheless, those were the eyes she had always been intrigued by; the eyes she remembered always staring endlessy into. He was here...right infront of her.

She listened to Brent's comment on them being a normal couple now, she nodded slightly, letting it register within her mind. She didn't like the sounds of it...but it was true. There they were, both in plain clothes and piercings, along with plain hair...they completely lost the glances they used to get, the ones of people thinking 'are you a clown?' no, now the glances were passive.

As Brent was thinking, Hope did the same. This was Brent. But not her Brent.

"And where are all of yours?" She said, now allowing a laugh to escape her peachy lips, which would normally be colored in a cherry gloss. She grinned at the two hats, smiling brighter as Brent placed one on each of their heads. "That's more like it...that's...this is us," she said, almost wanting to go play with food coloring, he livened her up, simply by summoning crazy hats.

Hope smiled as he strung his arms around her, but she gently pushed him away, though only so she could turn on her stool and hug him back...be in his arms. A content sigh left her lips, "I've missed you too..." Hope said in response, the Slytherin girl was now pondering. "Hey...do you want to come with me...I think we...or if not, just I, should dye our hair. I really need to do something with it...it'd be fun," she said, it would bring back old memories, they always seemed to die their hair on the same days...and, she couldn't handle the boring look any longer... "We don't have to right away though, just an idea," she said, still hugging him close, though a grin had now settled on her lips.

ooc: Oh stop it, it was great. Lmao, hey, Disney is wicked. XD. It's the way to go...hahaha. They have some neat lyrics. -nods-