groaning, brendon rolls over. 6:45, monday morning. checking his phone, he had about 14 thousand missed texts from mikey.
dalllllooonnn<3
brendon wake the fuck up
dalllllooonnn<3
bren u never sleep in past 5:30, what's going on with you?
and it went on, and on, and on. who knew sleeping in was such a crime? except brendon knew exactly why he didn't wake up as early as usual. shrugging his blankets off of his body, brendon climbed out of his bed and picked out his outfit for the day. black skinny jeans, black Green Day shirt, and his red beat-up converse. after getting dressed, he called dallon and told him he was ready to leave, seeing as it was about 7:00 already.
dallon pulled up to brendon's house around 7:20ish, school started at 7:45. before brendon could even buckle his seatbelt, he was faced with this question; "how are you holding up with the whole ryan and gee thing?" dallon asked, worry consuming his whole face.
some background - brendon has had a crush on ryan from 7th grade to his junior year, which is present day. but saturday night, gerard posted a picture to his Instagram.
gee.w4y
snowy nights w/ my lover
tagged users: i_amclandestine
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brendon sighed sharply, before answering "I'm fine, just don't talk about it please." earning an extremely worrisome look from dallon, but not wanting to upset his friend any further, dropping it.
arriving to the back parking lot of their school, where the so called "burnouts" parked, brendon noticed everybody surrounding gerard and ryan. with a heavy sigh, brendon hopped out of dallon's truck and marched his way into the school, his head hung low. "bren! wait up!" a familiar voice called from behind him. pete wentz. slowly turning around, he noticed that the slightly older male was dragging him straight to the locker-rooms.
"what are you trying to get out of this, wentz?" brendon asked, suddenly being shoved onto a bench in front of the lockers. "dude! this 'ryan and gee' shit? totally freaking frank out! he and gerard have been hooking up for, like, 2 months, and then out of nowhere, gee pops out with ryan!" he rushes out, cautiously looking around the secluded area.
"uh.. and what do you want me to do about that?" the shorter male asks, biting his fingernails and looking anywhere that wasn't pete wentz' hypnotizing eyes. "I was umh.. hoping you could like flirt with frank to like.. i don't know.. distract him?" the older of the two struggles to spit out.
"you're batshit if you think I'm taking gee ways sloppy seconds." brendon laughed, grabbing his bag and heading out of the locker-rooms, but not before pete grabbed his arm and spun him around. "please bren? for me?" pete asked, staring directly into brendon's soul.
"ugh, fine pete. but im not fuckin' the dude, i don't know where his dick has been." brendon yelped, hurrying out of the stuffy room.
this would all work out very nicely, or so pete thought.
i have another chapter for this book very soon, this one was just to get shit rolling.. hope you liked it :p
