He/Him :: Adopted By Brallon Story

Chapter 8

I've been really excited about this, so here we go!

Now it's really coming together >:)

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Breakfast was... interesting to say the least. It was sort of quiet, but we all ate on the couch. I was already sitting there, and Dallon came out with the food. We just sat and watched TV honestly, but it was nice. And relaxing. Brendon took our plates in the kitchen with Dallon, so I just stayed on the couch, watching TV and checking my phone. And that's where I still was.

"So.." I heard a voice and looked up to see Dallon. "Brendon's going to stop at the store, and we thought that he could stop at Petco, and you could get things for your snake?"

"For Melvin?" I asked quickly. I mean hell yeah I wanna get stuff for him! Dallon just smiled and nodded, which caused me to smile. "Yeah, I wanna go!"

"Alright," he chuckled softly. "He's gonna go soon, so why don't you go get ready?" I didn't say anything, instead, I nodded, and quickly got up from the couch and rushed up the stairs, stumbling as I jumped up multiple at a time. I went into my room and quickly closed the door behind me. I quickly walked over to where I had dropped my suitcase the night before and lifted it onto my bed. I let out a huff as I dropped it onto the blankets, then quickly worked on unzipping it. I quickly grabbed my pair of jeans, and hunted for a shirt that wasn't band-themed. I grabbed one of my anime shirts, and looked for a hoodie. I eventually settled on an outfit, then rushed to get dressed. 

I took a second to look over what I was wearing in the mirror, it looked alright! I wore a simple pair of black washed jeans with a few rips, then one of my Tokyo Ghoul shirts with my Salem hoodie that simply said, "Salem, a great place to hang." Of course, if you knew anything about Salem, it's where the Witch Trials took place, where they hung all the supposed, 'witches.' I've been there a few times with my mom.

I stood there for a few moments before sighing and going to grab my shoes and all of my CDs. I grabbed my phone and started to make my way out of my room, sighing softly. I was wearing my funky socks as I called them. I had a few pairs of funky socks, but these were my goat socks! They were a brown color, with different goats on them. I had a pair with sea otters, pugs eating pizza, and ones with llamas wearing a bandana and sunglasses that utterly reminded me of Brendon. 

I was holding my shoes in my hand as I stepped down the stairs, I never liked wearing my shoes in the house. I put my shoes down as I slowly sat back down on the couch, right in the corner. Brendon nor Dallon was downstairs, so I figured they had gone upstairs. I just pulled out my phone and opened Instagram, starting to talk to the few friends I had.

It wasn't long before I heard footsteps, but I didn't care enough to turn and see who they were from. I just continued to scroll down Instagram, taking a moment to scroll into my reels and check out  what videos there were. 

"Alright, I'm ready to go whenever you are!" I looked over at Brendon, turning around on the couch. 

"Hm?" I hummed softly, watching him.

"I'm ready-" I interrupted him, my brain finally catching up to what I know my ears heard.

"Alright! Lemme just put my shoes on..." I trailed off, quickly sliding off the couch and to the side, sitting down to stick my shoes on.

"You do that to me." I heard Dallon say softly and laugh a little, but I couldn't make out what Brendon said. I didn't really care anyways. After my shoes were on, I grabbed my phone and waited, not wanting to stay anything.

"Ready?" I heard Brendon, then looked over and just smiled and nodded. In one hand I had my case of CDs, in the other my phone. He looked back over at Dallon, and they exchanged a look and a little head nod, before Brendon opened the door.