"Yo," Brendon said to the waiting Joe, Josh, and Pete.
He had just finished his work shift, Brendon had been sexually harassed multiple times today. 8 "accidental" ass touches and 9 "I'll show you how to do it.", which meant his manager went behind him and controlled his arms. Like on a date where the dude helps the girl learn how to do miniature golf properly. Whatever, Brendon shrugged it off, at least his boss wasn't pissy at him anymore, not in those pants.
"Hey gaylord." Pete put away his phone and smiled.
Josh didn't look up from twitter, "Hey."
Joe just giggled.
"What did he take? I want one." Brendon pointed at Joe.
"Who knows, let's get going."
"Brendon!" A voice shouted from the door of the smoothie shop.
"Yes Mr. Johnson?" Brendon rolled his eyes before turning to look at the man.
The man was not super fat but he had a nice chub and tuck going.(#papabless) His hair was balding and he looked like a greasy mess.Mr. Johnson read as a class A pedo.
"You forgot your tips." He held out a couple random bills.
"I already got my tips. You gave it to me minutes ago." Brendon pointed at the crumpled money in his hand.
The older man walked up, well, rather he waddled up.
"You were good today here's a little extra." Pete stared in shock as the man put the money in Brendon's back pocket, holding his hand on Brendon's apple bottom ass for a moment.
"Thanks." Brendon gave a fake smile.
"See you tomorrow." Mr. Johnson put his hand on Brendon's head, messing it up, before walking back to the shop.
"See you tomorrow." Brendon mumbled.
As the group of boys walked away Pete started laughing.
"What's so funny fuck face." Brendon was counting the money he had just been bestowed.
"He's like your fucking sugar daddy." Pete smiled.
"Ten extra dollars for being molested does not seem to have a lot of worth." Brendon frowned after he finished bill counting.
"Has he ever tried to fuck you." Josh asked, he almost tripped on the sidewalk from not looking up from twitter.
"If he does he'll have hell to pay. I may be a loose woman but I ain't about to get fucked by that sweaty walrus. I'd take his ass to court and my mom would serve his sweaty ass on a platter."
"Why don't you tell her now?" Josh question.
Brendon sighed,"She would say I was over exaggerating or some shit. I'm a drama queen in her eyes."
"I mean a good chunk of the time you are a drama queen, but that's why we love you." Pete booped Brendon on the nose.
"Brendon and Johnson sitting in a tree m-o-l-e-s-t-e-d." Joe was crying laughing, he too almost tripped on the sidewalk.
"Very funny sexual assault joke Joe, 10/10. Rape jokes are just the best. I'll go put on my meninist shirt and then we can go talk about how we should have the right to own women." Brendon rolled his eyes.
"Do you still have that shirt?" Pete smiled.
"Yup and my mom gave me the biggest lecture about it last night. Guess who is going to her women's lit club sunday?"
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