(Not) Your Guardian

9- We Do Not Speak Of This

A/N- Special thanks to insignificantIguess for helping me out with this chapter! And I know I just posted yesterday, but this story hit 1K and I figured you guys wouldn't mind another update haha! Be sure to leave me some feedback!

Ok, so I didn't actually think Brendon would stay outside my door all night. I mean I knew he could be stubborn, I know that all too well, but still. I thought he'd leave after an hour or less.

But I woke up the next morning and heard snoring outside my door. I opened it and sure enough, Brendon was propped against the wall sound asleep. Shaking my head, I went back into the kitchen and grabbed a plastic cup to fill with water; I also grabbed a couple pain killers and a sharpie.

I set the cup and painkillers next to Brendon, then took the sharpie and started to write a note on his forehead. Thankfully I had a lot of room because let's face it:

Brendon's forehead is fucking huge.

After I finished my note, I got a wicked idea. I went back into the kitchen, grabbed a cup of warm water, went back into the hallway, and began to slowly pour the water on Brendon's crotch.

I was able to successfully pour the whole cup out without waking up Brendon. With a smug grin on my face, I went back inside, closed the door, and then started hitting it really hard with my fist.

"Brendon, wake up and go back to your own apartment!" I shouted through the door.

I heard him groan, probably at the headache he has right now. I looked through the peephole and saw him staring wide eyed at his crotch. I saw him mouth the words 'not again' before he noticed the painkillers and water I had set out for him. He swallowed them quickly and pulled himself off the floor.

I watched him speed-walk away before I went back to the kitchen to get myself some breakfast. As I dug through my cabinets, I couldn't help but smile at the thought of the note I wrote on his forehead.

"Morning Breadbin, I'd appreciate it if you stopped camping outside my door, otherwise I'll report you to the police for stalking. I hope your neck hurts. Enjoy the rest of your day."

Yes it was a bit childish, but I didn't care. I was broken from my thoughts by my cell phone ringing. I looked at the caller ID and saw it was Andy calling, so of course I answered.

"Morning!" I chirped.

"Good morning, are you free later today? My wife is out of town and I have the day off so I figured we could hang out and I could show you around a bit since you said you just moved here."

His offer made me smile; I could finally have a distraction from all this madness with Brendon.

"Yeah that sounds great!"

"Cool, I'll meet you out front of your building around seven, sound good?"

"Sounds perfect, see you then."

"Alright, bye." I hung up the phone with a smile still on my face.

My relationship with Andy was completely platonic, the more I got to know him the more I felt that way and he's married, but I was still excited to hang out with him.

I enjoyed his company; we were both like-minded, no bullshit kind of people. I need more people like that. The rest of the day I just unpacked the last little bit of my belongings and practiced my bass for an hour or so.

Around six I started to get ready to head out. I rinsed off quickly, changed my clothes, and dried and styled my hair. By the time I had finished all of that it was seven and Andy texted me saying he was outside.

We went to one of his favorite local restaurants, which was fantastic. Afterwards he showed me where the closest music store was and I grabbed a job application to fill out later. I wanted a job so I wouldn't just be sitting around my apartment bored all the time, but I wanted to at least work around something I enjoyed.

I told Andy some about my situation, I didn't reveal just how much of an ass Brendon is, but I did tell him I used to be a Curatrix and why I changed over. He was sympathetic but also very supportive, and told me I could call or text him anytime I needed to talk which I really appreciated.

This is what I missed about having friends, the consistent love and support from them.

We walked around for awhile longer before going back to his car so he could drop me off back at my apartment. We got there around ten, I thanked him for showing me around and he told me we'd have to do it again sometime when his wife was in town so I could meet her. I agreed whole-heartedly, said goodnight, and then made my way back up to my apartment.

But, when I reached it I paused. My door was wide open; I know I had shut and locked it before I left.

Fucking Brendon.

I rushed inside and immediately started looking for what had been stolen, but surprisingly almost everything was right where I had left it.

There were a few things that had been moved slightly from where they were, he had eaten some of my food and left crumbs and wrappers all over my counter, and there were some empty soda and beer cans on my coffee table, but that was pretty much it.

Or so I thought.

After I finished cleaning up his mess, I went into my bedroom to change into a pair of sweatpants, but paused when I saw a note lying on the pillow of my bed. The bed that I had made this morning, but it was now all messed up. I instantly became weary.

"Hey Dal, thanks for the food. Ryan came over to hang out but my fridge was empty so we figured you wouldn't mind showing some neighborly hospitality. That and we accidentally broke my bed frame and needed a new one ASAP. Yours worked great by the way.

-Brendon (not Breadbin you asshole)

P.S. Sorry about the mess in the bathroom"

I looked at my bed in disgust and took a couple steps back. I'd have to burn those sheets. And the mattress. And the frame. This whole room basically. My first thought was I'd just sleep on the couch tonight, but I had no idea if they had done anything there too.

Wait, what the hell did they do to my bathroom?

I warily made my way across the hall. The door was closed, so I gingerly opened the door and my mouth dropped open at what I saw, Brendon's note slipped out of my fingers and fluttered down to the floor.

"Why the fuck is there milk all over my bathroom?!"

I immediately left my apartment and went straight down to Brendon's. I knocked harshly on the door over and over until the asshole answered.

His face was smug when he opened it, but he quickly lost that look when I punched him dead in the face.

I went around him into his apartment, ignoring the mess, and grabbed his wallet off the counter and pulled out all the cash, $200 worth.

"This is to pay for the cleaning service I'm going to have to hire," I growled out at Brendon before walking back out and going up to my place.

I slammed my door and locked it shut before letting out a huge huff of air. This is going to be harder than I thought.