There is Something About Brendon (Brallon)

Chocolates and Couches

"Yo fuck boy." I called to get Brendon's attention in the hallway.

He turned around and smiled, trying to figure out where I was. I ran up and hugged him.

"What is a fuck boy anyway?"Brendon asked as we broke away.

"I don't know I've just heard it around." I shrugged wrapping my hand his shoulder and began to walk with him.

"I'll ask Tyler and Josh, they seem to understand the trendy memes pretty well." He giggled.

We continued down the hallway, almost to Brendon's class.

"Hey," I said.

"Yes fuckboy?" He smiled up at me.

"Are you going home for Thanksgiving?"

"Uh probably not, I might go home for Christmas though, why?"

"I was uh, wondering if you wanted to join my family and I?" I nervously asked.

"Are they chill with me coming?"

"I mean my mom is the one who suggested it. She wants to meet her baby boy's lover." I joked.

He cringed, wrinkling his nose.

"I'll come if you never say the words baby and lover in the same sentence ever again."

"Deal." I kissed him.

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"I feel like a rich bitch whenever I'm in your car Dall."

Brendon and I were heading to my home for Thanksgiving. Even though it was very chilly outside, it being November and all, Brendon insisted that we put the top down. About 5 minutes into our 3 hour trip I noticed he was shivering badly and put the top back up without asking,I knew he would deny he was freezing his balls off.

So know Brendon was curled up in one of my sweaters that was too big for him in the passenger's side. Every so often he would try to let me let him give me road head, but I denied it, even though I really loved that idea of getting a blow job from the prettiest boy ever. I was a nervous and cautious driver. We had stopped to go the Wendy's drive through a couple minutes ago, and now Brendon sat eating his chicken nuggets and singing along to the radio, food still in his mouth.

'Hot" I said sarcastically .

"Fuck you." He said, his mouth stuffed with several french fries.

We finished our classy meal and Brendon played with his hair. I'm sure he was bored out of his mind, he couldn't even look out of his window.

"Question."

"Yeah Beebo."

"Where is your room in this household? I'm assuming I'm sleeping in the same room and bed as you."

Oh shit I forgot about that. My heart fluttered, I don't know why because we shared our beds all the time, but it still got to me.

"I have the whole underground area, it's like a basement but better. I have my own den and bathroom down there as well."

"Can your parents hear you from where they sleep."

"Uh, I guess not, they are on the opposite side of the house."

He put his hand over his mouth but I could tell he had a shit eating grin.

"Good"

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"My baby is home!" My mother pounced on me as soon as I opened the door to our home, well it was more of a mini mansion.

"Hello Mother you wont have a baby anymore if you don't stop suffocating me."