Hidden Expectations

Vodka, Cocaine, weed? - Chapter 5

                     (Dallon POV)

                     When Brendon went to the bathroom Dallon took it upon himself to smoke more, and look around Brendon's house. He made it to the basement and stumbled upon a shelf with a bunch of alcohol. He grabbed a random bottle and ran back upstairs. When he got to the kitchen there was a knock at the front door. He put the bottle down and skipped to the door. 

                      "Why hello sir." He giggled. "Is this our pizza? Thanks." He took the pizza out of the man's hands.

                        "Are you..." He stuttered. 
                        "Yes I am the one and only Dallon weekes." He sounded proud of himself. "Now I must go get Brendon so we can enjoy this beautiful pizza." He reached into his back pocket and pulled out a 20$, and a 5$ bill. "This should cover it. Keep the change kiddo." He shut the door and walked back to the kitchen, putting the pizza on the counter. He ran to the living room and turned on the large speakers. He plugged his phone into them and turned it up almost all the way. 'Sarah Smiles' came on first. He skipped it. Then, 'Northern Downpour'. He skipped that one too. He was finally satisfied when 'Sugar We're going down' by Fall out Boy came on.

                           "It's getting hot in here!" He yelled at the top of his lungs, whilst taking his shirt off. He jogged to the kitchen and picked up the bottle of Vodka, and started his pursuit to find Brendon.

                            He found the bathroom right away, it was the only closed door in the house. He knocked and said something stupid. The door opened and Brendon's jaw dropped. 

                           "Hello my dear friend. I have the pizza." Brendon just stared. He was more conscious than Dallon, on the terms of what he was doing. Not what he was thinking.

                           "Uh. Dallon, why is the music playing so loudly? And why are you not wearing a shirt?" He shouted over the music.

            OMG okay so I just realized how long they've been at Brendon's house and how many chapters it's taken up. Should I just make longer chapters? Or like.. Not put as many details and get it over with? Comment what you think please. <3 Also, my dad's friend told me to listen to a band called 'I See Stars' and they're really cool. SOO If you like heavy metal or whatever you should check them out. ~Kaylee

                             "Well...Because It's hot in here..And because we my friend. Are going to throw a party." He smirked. Dallon knew Brendon was going to say no but he thought he'd try asking anyways. 

                              "You know what...why the fuck not? Let's throw a party man!" He threw his arms up. "This fabulous bitch needs some pizza." He laughed and pranced to the kitchen. 

                              Dallon and Brendon ate the whole pizza, and drank about half the bottle of Vodka before they started calling people. They were now drunk and high. They sat on the couch blasting their own music and screaming the lyrics for half an hour. Dallon had sent out a group text to 45 people about the party. Brendon sent one to about 60. This was going to be great. 

                              "Hey..Brendon..?" Dallon's words were slurred. He didn't know what he was going to say, but he knew it would be something stupid. 

                               "Yeeesss sir?" He asked trying to sound funny. It wasn't though. It was just plain sexy. He didn't know what he was doing though. He was drunk, not turned on. He was high, not horny. He kept telling himself that but he couldn't stop thinking of Brendon calling him sir..

                                  (Brendon POV)    

SO I'M CHANGING THE PERSON FROM THIRD TO FIRST Sorry It's hard to do third person so they're gonna be saying "I" and stuff like that. ~Kaylee

                                  "Yeeesss sir?" I wanted to sound funny, Dallon clearly didn't think I did. His face went all confused. He looked as if he were aroused but he was probably weirded out. He looked good. 

                                   "Ohh dad-" The sound of the doorbell ringing cut him off. "I'll get it." He winked. It was probably our guests. I was too drunk for my own good which caused me to stumble down the hall and down the stairs to the basement. I grabbed three more bottles of whatever drink I could grab and carefully wobbled back up the stairs. 

                                     "KENNN!" I heard Dallon from down the hall. We didn't think he would actually come but he did. We both thought he would think it was a stupid prank or something considering we haven't talked in so many years. "My main man!" I jogged to the kitchen, put the bottles down and ran to the front door. 

                                       "Hey guys." He seemed kind of awkward. He had the right to though. He just walked in on his old friends that happened to be high and drunk.

                                       "I can't believe I still have your number. It was a miracle when I saw it old pal. I thought maybe you phone a new got." He burst out laughing. I was confused. Had I said something funny? Then out of the corner of my eye I see Dallon rolling around on the ground grabbing his stomach laughing his ass off. "What?" 

                                       "Brendon" Dallon continued laughing "You just said-" more laughter, "new phone-" He was practically crying now. "new phone you got" I stood there for a second and then it registered. I mixed up my words again. I chuckled a little. It was embarrassing. 

                                        "I need something to drink. Oh my god." Kenneth walked to the kitchen. 

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                                   A few hours later almost everyone had shown up. The music was loud and there was a lot more weed, alcohol, and maybe some cocaine. My house would be a mess. I didn't see much of Kenneth or Dallon for that matter, until around midnight. I was really drunk and had to pee..Really bad. I staggered to my bathroom and opened the door. My senses were heightened and it seemed as if the whole room were zooming and swirling around. I walked in and looked in the mirror. I heard a muffled yell from somewhere in my house.

                                  "Yo! Where's Sarah?" It sounded like Kenneth. 

                                     I broke down. Hearing her name made me realize that she was gone. She was actually gone. I sank down on the floor next to the toilet and cried. I couldn't think straight. I had a headache and I just wanted this to be over. I missed her. I don't know why I was so chill when she left, I mean she took my children..My two beautiful children. I cried for them mostly, knowing they wouldn't have a dad. It was my fault. I should've gone for help but I turned to drugs. I'm going to turn out like everyone else.  I think I fell asleep after I stopped crying and sat there for a few minutes. I rested my head in my hands and curled up on the ground. It was around 11:30 when I went in there. It was midnight when I felt someone shaking my shoulder. I opened my eyes and could still hear the music coming from the rest of the house.