Unemployed Lover (Unemployed Brendon x Reader)

Chapter 1: 'Losing a job is difficult'

(Your POV)

🧷 You we're shoved out of the brick building with your box of office supplies.

'You're fired.' Your boss was such a dick.

He slammed the door behind you, as laughter of your old coworkers echoed through the building.

You looked in your box and sighed.

You had absolutely nothing now.

You walked down the street, looking at what used to be your house. Your ex boyfriend had taken your house when you broke up.

You didn't have the money to afford a new house, so you just sat in an alleyway, sighing.

You rested your head against the wall and fell asleep.

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You woke up hours later in a bed with your stuff next to you.

You shot up, breathing shakily.

You looked around the room and saw that it was painted a deep purple. You saw several posters and other things. A desk was in the corner of the room with several crumpled balls of paper on it with a half-written novel sitting in the center.

You slowly got up and realized that you were in someone else's pajamas.

The pajamas were comfortable, made of chocolate-brown silk and gleaming white buttons.

You heard footsteps and you slipped back into the bed and pretended to be asleep.

'They're not up yet, poor thing. They looked so cold...'

You heard a man's voice say. He sounded sweet and calm.

You felt a presence really close to you as the man set another blanket over you.

'I hope they'll be alright- ALRIGHT I'M COMING!'

He yelled the last part to someone who called the name 'Brendon' from another room- or downstairs.

'You'll be ok, I hope...' Presumably Brendon mumbled to you, assuming you were still asleep.

You heard the door close and you sat back up.

You stood up and wandered around the room.

You glanced and you spotted a door.

You opened it and saw multiple tapestries and other decor torn apart in a presumably fit of rage.

You backed out of the room and closed the door with a shudder.

You looked in the mirror and saw that your hair had been taken care of— it was no longer disheveled or dirty.

You gently laid back down in the bed and sighed.

You started singing Starman by David Bowie, one of your favorite songs.

You were so into the song that you didn't hear the footsteps outside of the room.

You finished the song and sat up, nearly jumping into the stars.

The occupant of the room was leaning in the doorway, and chuckled softly when you jumped.

'Hey, you're up. And, you've got a beautiful singing voice, if I do say so myself.'

A light pink dusted your face as you laughed nervously.

'You really think so?'

' 'Course! Now, what's your name? Mine is Brendon.'

'I-I'm Y|N!' You said nervously.

'Well, Y|N, glad to meet you.'

Another young man walked into the room with a preppy smile.

'Oh! Our guest is awake! Nice going, Unemployed Brendon!'

'IT'S BRENDON! AND YOU KNOW THAT, BAKER!'

You flinched slightly at the man's yelling.

The two kept yelling at each other, eventually getting to throwing hands.

They tackled each other, fighting tooth and hand.

You sat there, panicked.

Although, something about watching Brendon fight made you blush.

He was so strong...

Wait! No! You couldn't think that! You just met him!

You rushed out of the bed and separated the two. Brendon had several scars, scratches, bruises, and his nose was bleeding and broken.

Baker was much less hurt, with only a couple bruises and a bleeding nose.

Baker stormed out of the room and downstairs.

You followed Brendon to the bathroom and helped him clean his wounds.

You saw his face dust a light pink.

You knew for sure now that you had a crush on him.

He may feel the same but you didn't know.

After you cleaned his wounds, he thanked you and went downstairs.

You went back into bed and fell asleep, diving into dreams of dating Brendon. 🧷

(676 words!)