Your Secrets Safe With Me (Brallon)

Waiting

(a/n: hello am alive, am high grad now, yet still write books like this, oh well)

I sat in my seventh period class, my leg bouncing so fast it shook my entire desk. Today was the day Brendon officially started work; it wasn't just a two-hour thing this time, and I would be alone most of the evening. I wanted so bad to be in full support of him working and living his own life, but I just wanted his life to be my life and for us to be together all the time. But, I also wanted him to be happy, so I was going to support him doing whatever he needed to do to be satisfied.

From Bear:

Hey Babe, Pete needs me for some crisis after school, so I'll just walk to work after

To Bear:

Okay, are you sure you are okay to walk there?

From Bear:

Yea, I'll be fine, it's only a couple blocks and that way you don't have drive all the way over to Pete's to pick me up just to drop me off.

To Bear:

Okay, love. So what's this "crisis" that Pete's having anyway?

From Bear:

No clue, Pete is way too liberal with that word if you ask me, probably something either with music or Patrick

To Bear:

You got that right. The bell's about to ring. Love you, I'll pick you up from work at 9

From Bear:

Love you too

As soon as I got that text, the bell rang, as if on cue. I shoved my things into my bag, but before I could stand up, I was pushed back down by none other than my former friends and my boyfriend's bullies. Jack and Alex were standing over me, snarky grins on their face and bloodlust in their eyes. They couldn't just leave us alone; something must have happened to both of them to make them so malicious.

"Hey, Weekes, we've been meaning to talk to you." Alex hissed out, leaning over me to try to make it seem like he was in charge.

"Yea, we wanted to know what it felt like to be at the bottom of the food chain? To know that everyone hates you and that you have no friends." Jack taunted.

It was difficult not to let their words break my skin, but I kept the last text Brendon had sent to me in my mind. 'I love you, too' typed out in complete words, no abbreviations. He fully reciprocated my love for him.  As long as my boyfriend loved me, I had an unbreakable shield around me that kept out the verbal attacks of people who were so broken inside that they felt the need to tear others down.

"So I guess it's a trait of all faggots not to stand up for themselves." Alex laughed, referencing the way Brendon behaved when cornered by bullies.

"Yea, does Urie still let people push him around?  His big bad boyfriend seems to be too gay to protect him now." Jack laughed.

I didn't want to listen to them put down my boyfriend or me any longer, I stood up and pushed past them, ignoring any other comments they could make at my expense. There is more strength in self-control, although it took all I had in me not to swing my fist into their jaw. Brendon would not be happy if I picked him up later with a broken nose or a black eye; assuming that this time they would fight back instead of standing there confused.

As I walked out to my car, the words that Jack and Alex said settled on my skin. It didn't help that I wouldn't see my beautiful boyfriend until 9:00 pm. I had to go 6 hours without Brendon hugging me, kissing me, and telling me that he loved me. This was why I didn't want him working: because I needed him. That is such an incredibly selfish thought, but it was true. I wanted him all to myself.