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All of the drugs she takes at night
Keep her awake
Give me a fright
I don't know what goes through her mind
When she takes drugs.
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*Dallon's POV*
I saw Brendon standing there, smoking a cigarette. He sure smokes a lot...
It doesn't matter. I came here to try to be friends with him. The thing is, I worry way too much and he just dosen't give a fuck. I care so much that I cut. Oh well, who cares.
"Hey man" he says, dropping the cigarette.
"H-Hey" I say, fondeling with the sleeve of my sweater.
"Why the fuck are you wearing a sweater? It's like 95 degrees" Brendon says, knitting his eyebrows together.
My heart starts to beat faster. "I-Um-Don't know. Let's go get coffee" a hastily say, turning to walk into the café door.
"What'd you like?" The lady at the register asked
"Black Coffee" Brendon and I say at the same time, making me laugh.
After we drank our coffee, Brendon asked if I wanted to hang out with him at his house.
"I've gotta warn you, my roommate Spencer can be a dick, don't be afraid to tell him off, he's all talk" Brendon chuckled as we got into his car.
We arrived at his house in a matter of minutes. It was a normal house, just smelled of smoke.
We walked in to see Spencer, who I reconized from the party, look at me and smile. "Why'd you bring trash to the house" he said, staring at me. Brendon looked at me, concered, but I just smiled.
"Apparently he'd rather hang out with this 'trash' than you." Spencer looked at me with a hurt expression. "Yeah, it fucking hurts to be made fun of, dosen't it?" I said smiling.
"Damn you told him" Brendon said as we walked up the stairs.
"Well, he needed to be told, I guess" I said, shrugging as we walked into a room, which I assumed to be Brendon's beedroom.
It was a lot neater than you'd expect, dark gray walls and wooden floors. A neat medium-sized bed with a black comforter and pillows. I like it.
"You're different, you know." Brendon said
"What do you mean?" I asked
"Y-You're just so pure, how do you have no secrets or bad habits?" He said.
"I wish you were right, for God's sake" I said
"What do you mean?" He asked.
"Nothing" I say sitting down.
Lies.
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All of the lies she tells herself
Won't be believed by anybody else
I can't buy just what she sells
When she sells lies
And she takes her pills
And she tells her lies
And she breaks my heart and breaks her word
And I still act so suprised
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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
