Hunger and Highs (BEING REWRITTEN)

Seven- Brendon

//edited\\

~Josh~

I looked between both boys in front of me, a look of deep thought on my face as we sat in chemistry. They both looked nervous as I observed them. I had my hand on my chin, as if I were determining if one of them were good enough to marry my daughter or some shit.

"So I take it you two are good now." I stated and they seemed to relax a bit. I smiled and leaned back in my seat as I realized this new piece of information. "Good, that makes me happy to hear that."

"I'm really glad that I have your blessing." Dallon said with a smirk and I raised my eyebrow. His smile faltered a bit.

"What do you- wait." I said, a knowing smirk rising on my face. Brendon blushed and tried to hide his face but I already seen it. "No way! No fucking way!"

"Josh! Do not use that language in my classroom!" The teacher yelled and as soon as she turned back around, I flipped her off.

"Brendon Boyd Urie. I never thought that I would see the day you'd settle down." I said jokingly.

"Josh, I will kill you."

"Someone's moody today." I said to Brendon and he glared lightly at me.

"You normally are, I'm guessing you smoked this morning." He said and I shook my head. "In between classes?" I shook my head again. "Are you smoking right now? What's in that bottle?" He said, taking my water bottle, opening it, and smelling it. "That's just water."

"I haven't smoked in a few days, honestly. I hung out with Tyler last night." I stated simply and it was Brendon's time to smirk.

"I thought you were straight, and with Debby." Dallon said confusedly, entangling his hand with Brendon's as if it was natural. They only did it because no one could see it.

"I am, and I'm bisexual. There's a difference. Besides, Ty and I are just friends. He's going to help me get clean, and I'm going to help him learn to eat again." I stated and Brendon's eyes softened.

"Aw you called him Ty. That's cute." Dallon said, making Brendon snort amusedly and me raise my eyebrows. "Sorry, I can't help that I'm gay." He said with a shrug.

"Anyway," I said with a laugh. "How did uh, this happen? Last time I looked Brendon was crying and holding onto you." I stated, thinking that it would be a good song name, but shook off the silly thought.

"Fucker over here took me to his house, yelled at me, I yelled back while crying my eyes out, then the next thing I knew he kissed me." Brendon stated nonchalantly with a wave of his hand.

"Is that all?" I asked suggestively, wiggling my eyebrows. "Ow! What the fuck!" I said as I received a kick to the shin.

"Then he tried to take it back because he didn't mean it. I got pissed and for some reason, pulled him back in for another one because his lips felt really fucking good. Does that satisfy your fantasies you sick fuck?" Brendon asked, making me cackle with laughter. I was still laughing when my phone went off, and I looked at it through crinkled eyes.

Ty: Hey, Joshy!

Ty: Mom was wondering if you would like to join us for dinner tonight?

Ty: That is, if you wanna stay tonight?

Ty: Lemme know Joshy ;)

I blushed at the nickname, and the thought of joining his family for a meal. I thought about declining, not wanting to be a bother but then again I wanted to make sure he ate something. I was about to reply when someone took my phone.

"Since you have decided to text instead of doing your work, let's see what's so important, yes?"

"No please." I begged the teacher. She smirked and began to read off the messages as I groaned and hid my face in my arms. "Oh my god." I said after she read them all and handed me the phone back.

"Are you gonna eat dinner with Ty, Joshy?" Brendon asked and I threw a piece of paper at his enormous forehead, making him pout.

"Don't call me that, Beebo." I said and he nearly protested but I cut him off. "And yeah, I guess I will so I make sure Tyler eats something." I said, a bit irritated at Brendon for making fun of the adorable nickname Tyler gave me.

"Have you talked Debby lately? She like almost never comes to see you anymore." Dallon asked and I sighed.

"I seen her last night at Taco Bell. She offered to let me stay with her instead, but I declined kindly." I stated.

"Dude, you realize you passed up a chance to get laid right?" Brendon asked with wide eyes. "You skipped out on fucking one of the hottest chicks in the fucking school? How could you?" He exclaimed with mock hurt and a hand over his heart.

"Dude, don't call my girlfriend hot." I stated in a girly voice. He snorted and waved his hands back and forth. "What the hell is wrong with you?"

"Nothing, this is me sober. You just don't know that part of me." He said, resting his head on the palm of his hand that wasn't holding Dallon's. "You still play the drums?"

"You play drums?" Dal asked, a surprised look on his face.

"It's been a while, few years. They're at my moms and I haven't been to her house since the divorce so I haven't had a chance to get them." I said, and Brendon seemed to hold a look of pity for me. "So how's your assholes for parents?"

"Guess we're depressing each today then." He joked and I laughed lightly. "My dad was sent to rehab not too long ago, and my mom ran off somewhere and I don't know if or when she will be back." He informed while playing with a pencil. Dal rubbed the back of Brendon's hand with his thumb reassuringly. I knew Debby would never be the supportive kind of girlfriend like Dallon was for Bren. The bell rang, making all three of us jump slightly. I walked out and to my locker when I seen a big crowd.

"Josh!" I heard Dallon yell as he came running from the crowd, he looked worried.

"Get the fuck off him you son of a bitch!" I heard, and immediately I know that someone was about to get the shit beat out of them. I ran over to see who he was fighting, and I clenched my fists when I seen what was going on. I handed my books Dallon and he looked at me with wide eyes.

"We're going to teach these sons of bitches to never lay a fucking finger on Tyler ever again." I said, fuming with anger, but I don't think anyone could've been prepared for how angry Brendon looked. "Bren, now would be a great time to have a withdrawal." I stated, cracking my knuckles.

"Already there." Oh these assholes were gonna feel it in the morning; if they woke up that early.

Don't piss off Josh Dun and Brendon Urie while they're going through withdrawals from their drugs.

Next chapter will explain this more....

Guyssssss I feel bad because my gf said "we needed a break" because she's got minor depression and she won't take her medicine! I told her that id listen to her all day if she needed me to but she said she needed to figure this out on her own and I tried so hard to help her and she doesn't even realize that I nearly killed myself last night. But okay.

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