(Trying to make this one a bit longer lol)
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Where Is Your Boy Tonight?
I Hope He's A Gentelmen!
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"Dallon, Get your tall ass up, we're here" I hear Pete say, waking me up from my slumber.
"Okay, Okay." I said, grabbing my phone.
"Okay, we moved all of the furniture and stuff like that yesterday, so get the clothes first. We problably won't get all of it done tonight because we were invited to that Summer kick off party thing or whatever" Pete said quickly.
"Okay, Let's get started" I said, putting my phone in my pocket.
Bag after bag, the sun went further down in the sky and the tower of bags got smaller. Then, it was dark and the moving truck was completely empty.
"And just enough time to get ready for the party! Get yourself spiffy, there may be some nice men or women" Pete said, winking as I rolled my eyes at him.
I looked into my closet. Okay, so there is a nice dark green-gray shirt and some black skinny jeans, along with my vans. Perfect. (Picture in media)
Okay now time for the hair. Hair is everything. I turned on my straightener and got out some kind of no-frizz spray. I'm not some kind of beauty professional.
Once I got done, I glanced- no, stared- at myself in the mirror. "Nice" I said aloud.
Pete looked pretty good too. Pretty emo swag, but still in a dad sort of way. He just kind of has a dad personality, y'know?
We got into Pete's black car, with silver accents all around it. It's a pretty swank car, if you ask me.
Oh, and did you notice Pete saying 'there may be some good looking men and woman'? Yup. Before you say anything, I'm Pansexual. (Will be with anyone of any gender identity)
Pete started to play a song by Radiohead. I hear it, and automatically remeber it. It's Karma Police! (A/N: My favorite Radiohead song ayyyy)
"KARMA POLICE, ARREST THIS MAN HE TALKS IN MATHS, IT BUZZES LIKE A FRIDGE ITS LIKE A DETUNED RADIO!" We sang along, trying to get pumped up for this party.
As you can problably tell, I'm not an average party-goer or social butterfly. It's just my personality, I'm a mega introvert.
"Okay...I think this is the place. Let's go" said Pete, hopping out of the car.
"Hey! You must be those new guys who moved here. Hey, I'm Patrick" He said, shaking our hands.
"Hey I'm Pete Wentz, and this is Dallon Weekes" Pete said, smiling.
Oh my God, Pete is making love eyes and flirting, I better leave. I thought.
"Hey guys, I'm gonna go over here. Meet at the car at 12:00, Pete?" I asked. "Yeah, sounds good" He replied.
Dallon glances at his watch. 8:30. Damn it's early.
I sat down on the couch there, filling a cup with beer that was sitting on the end table.
"Hey" I heard a voice say.
I turned around to see a boy with red hair. "Hey" I replied.
"You not much of a party person either?" He asked, facing towards me.
"Not really, I was dragged here by my friend Pete" I said, chuckling a little bit.
"I feel you, I was forced here by my boyfriend, Frank" he said, motioning to a short man, dancing with the throng of unkempt people.
"He sure looks like he's having fun" I said, smiling.
"Yeah, I'm Gerard by the way" he said, shaking my hand. "I'm Dallon"I replied.
Gerard and I talked for a little while. Gerard was a really interesting person.
Then I hit my arm on the table. That's not good.
"Shit!" I said, rubbing my arm. "You okay?" Gerard asked.
"Fine" I said smiling, even though I was lying.
"D-Dallon. You're bleeding a lot. You can tell me anything, you know. I've been through it all." Gerard said.
"I-I'm fine!!I'm j-just going to g-go to the bathroom" I said, crying.
I went into the bathroom to see that every cut on my arm had been reopened. "God Dammit!" I said, banging my fist on the bathroom counter.
"Hey man, you okay? Gerard was saying something about someone..." A voice said.
"I'm fucking fine!" I yelled, frustrated.
"Damn man, calm down" I heard a voice say as I opened the door.
There was an outstanding man there. He had dark brown hair, styled perfecly to match his chocolate brown eyes. He was average heighted, but short compared to Dallon.
"I-I've gotta g-go" I said, anxiety taking over me as I started hyperventilating.
"Okay, sorry for bothering you man." He said nicely, walking away.
"Hey Dal." Gerard said. "I-I saw you talking to Brendon. You should stay away from him, that man is all trouble an he just wants to hurt" Gerard said, looking me straight in the eye.
"O-Okay, bye Gee, I promised Pete I would meet him at his car at 12. See you later" I said, waving as I walked away.
"There you are! Let's go!" Pete said. I could tell that he didn't drink a lot, so he was okay to drive right now.
"Yeah. Let's go" I said, unable to stop thinking about that man...
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Maybe he won't find out,
What I know,
You were the last good thing,
About this part of town...
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Problematic (Brallon)
Fanfiction"Don't you even think about messing with him. He is problematic" Warnings: Possible Trigger Warning, Alcohol and Drugs warning, Mature Language
