Oh how wrong you were. You quietly leave the bathroom to be met with more broccoli to the head. "Momden what the hell," you yell ask you dash back down the stairs to the doors. "You need to eat child," he said quickly following behind. "I want this to be over," you said running through the backyard. Suddenly you wake up breathing heavily sweat dripping down your body. "That was a crazy dream," you muttered to yourself. "Why would Brendon want to be called something so ridiculous, and the broccoli, what even," you added laying back down trying to get some sleep. Then you hear a call "Momden made breakfast, your favorite, broccoli,"...
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Momden
HumorA very inspirational story about Brendon Urie and cooked vegetables. //tumblr inspired//
