I Constantly Thank God for Esteban(P!ATD, TOP, & FOB Brallon, Peterick, Joshler)

World War Gay

"Alright boys, let's try to do this shit." Brendon clapped his hands.

He, Patrick, Andy, and Pete were in Pete's kitchen, the counters scattered with random drug ingredients. Patrick had organized the ingredients neatly like the little mom he was, making everything was in it's right order.  

They wore simple outfits of t shirts and jeans, much to the dismay of Brendon who wanted them all to wear only underwear like they did in movies. They shot this down quickly, Brendon was also scolded when he took off his clothes anyways. It had took all 3 boys to hold Brendon down and re clothe him. After wasting an hour over clothing choices, they were finally ready to begin the process. 

Andy sat at the kitchen table eating baby carrots and nodding in disapproval at his friends actions.

"Don't you judge me brussel sprouts! I will fight you no matter how many muscles you have if you keep this up." Brendon pointed at Andy.

"Your gay ass will only get half a girl slap on me before I have you on the ground with one of these shoved up your ass." Andy stuck out his tongue.

"Brendon is so loose he probably wouldn't even notice that tiny thing up in his crevice." Pete teased.

"Don't make me fight you too Pete! I will make both you boys fall out on your asses."

"Can we just start making drugs you children?" Patrick sighed.

"Fine. But only if you promise to be on my side when World War gay starts in this kitchen." Brendon huffily said before starting in on the drug making process.

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"How is this going so smoothly?" Pete asked 3 hours into the process.

"I don't know, it almost seems like this is just a story and none of this is actually happening," Andy shrugged.

"Don't get all meta on my vegemite." Pete snapped.

"All done!" Brendon smiled.

They was about a small tupperware container of pills. They had decided on using a top hat mold to make their pills look like little top hats, their new signature. 

"Wow how did we not blow ourselves up?" Patrick wiped some sweat off his brow.

"I'm kinda let down we didn't this was so anticlimactic." Brendon frowned.

"You are mad we didn't get blown up?" Andy scoffed.

"I'm a diva and a drama queen, I need something to pout over or I die."

"It would be such a shame to not have someone getting naked and crying 24/7." Pete sighed sarcastically.

"Why do you all gotta pick on me so much? I legit just made you drugs that you were too dumb to make yourself and now you wish I was dead." Brendon flipped off Pete

Pete kissed Brendon's giant forehead, "You know I love your dumb ass."

"Ahem." Patrick coughed jealously.

Pete went over and kissed Patrick.

Brendon jumped up and down, "I need to call Dallywacker and tell him to be proud of his drug cook boyfriend!" Brendon pulled out his phone.

"No!" Pete slapped Brendon's phone out of his hand, Brendon gave a pissy and grumpy whilst looking at Pete and his floor phone back and forth.

"We have to be careful, phone calls are recorded so no talk of drugs on any electronic device until we come up with a code word."

"You could have just said that instead of bitch slapping my phone." Brendon sighed picking up his phone.

"Yeah but that was more dramatic, like in the movies." Pete shrugged before turning back to Patrick to make out with him.

"Well bye I'm gonna go track down my love." Brendon slapped Pete's ass as he walked past him.

"Group hangout here at 9." Andy reminded Brendon as he gawked at the two other boys sloppily make out.

AN:

Very overdue shitty short chapter.

Sorry I haven't updated a while I've been spending all my time I usually spend on this fic on a Ryden fic (I know me actually promoting Ryden, weird). I have about 6 different version of the stories each with like at least 30 google docs pages to them.