The End Of All Things (Ryden)

Fuck life

A/N

Okay with this chapter I am only doing Brendon's POV due the amount of dialogue and the sex scene. I hope that it's okay. Also sorry about the crappy title it was all I could think of lol you'll see why.

Please enjoy!

BRENDONS POV

It was finally Friday, and I was actually really excited for the football game tonight, but not going to lie I am a little bit nervous for it at the same time. One of my favorite things about big game days is I don't have to really worry about what to wear cause coach always makes us wear our jerseys for the day. The bad thing about it is that it is tradition to give your jersey to your girlfriend right before the game so they could wear it during game time. But I am single after breaking up with Sarah and Ryan. Even if I was with Ryan, I couldn't give him my jersey although I bet, he would look so fucking beautiful in it probably better than any girl would look in it. 

I thought breaking up with Sarah was hard but breaking up with Ryan seemed to be harder. All week I couldn't help but watch him from a distance thinking about all the kisses we had together and let's not forget the whole bathroom thing on Tuesday. But I was still trying to figure what all these new emotions meant, and I still had clue how I was going to figure it out. 

I shook those thoughts out of my head because I really had to focus on the big game. So, with that I just decided to get ready for school. I put on my jersey and just a pair of faded blue jeans, and my letterman's jacket and headed downstairs to where my surprise my mom was actually home. 

"Hey mom. What are you doing home this morning?" I said with a bit of confusion, but also excitement because I wasn't used to my mom being homes in the mornings ever with her job.

"I called out honey." She said with one of the biggest smiles I've seen on her face. It made me happy cause she hasn't smiled like this ever since my dad left us a year ago for a blonde younger woman. 

"Why?" I asked.

"Your game tonight. If I was to go to work, I wouldn't get off in time to go and watch you play, and I figured since this is a big one that I wanted to go and I haven't been to one in a while." She said as she picked up her coffee cup to take a sip out of it. 

"Mom, you didn't have to do that. But I am really glad you will be there. But the game doesn't start until five tonight. What are you going to do all day?"

"I was thinking I would go get my nails done. Maybe get them painted in your school colors." She laughed. 

"Show your support awesome!" I cheerfully said trying to act to like a cheerleader, and my mom bursted out in laughter. Probably at my failed attempt. 

"Oh, mom I forgot to tell you Jenna is throwing a after party at her house, so me and team were going to go. So, you don't have to wait for me after the game or stay up to wait for me. I'll probably be late getting home." 

"Okay, that's fine. But just be careful and don't do anything stupid." she said with a stern look on her face. 

With that I just did what I always did and headed out to my car to see that my mom had got one of those window paint things and wrote #GOTEAM and my jersey number on almost all my windows. I just stood there in awe for a moment taking it in and laughed it off. I was going to have to remember to thank her tomorrow for that. I made then went and got my car and headed off to school.

The ride to school was okay, I just blared the radio and jammed out a little bit. Okay I was now overly excited about today. When I pulled into the school parking lot I was greeted by my whole team and all the cheerleaders standing around where I always park. Even over my radio and with all my windows up I could hear them all cheering and even a couple of the girls had balloons in the shape of an eleven, which is my jersey number and some that were football shaped. I turned my radio down before I got to my parking spot and got to be then surrounded by all of them side hugging me or bro hugging me. Not going to lie it all felt incredible being adored the way was.