(Not) Your Guardian

11- Shouting In A Bathroom

A/N- In case you don't know the Vine from Dallon that I reference later in the chapter, it's the picture above and here's a link to it: https://twitter.com/DallonWeekes/status/353247725384507393?s=09

After Tyler and Josh told Brendon off, it took about a week for me to hear anything else from Brendon. You would've thought I would've been happy to not hear anything from him in that long, I mean after all I told him I wanted nothing to do with him anymore.

And while that was mostly true, I still at least wanted to know if he was or even alive. With all the dumb shit he does it'd be very easy for him to get himself killed.

I was still incredibly mad at him for all that he has put me through over the years don't get me wrong, but I still cared about him.

Sadly.

Anyways, the way I finally heard from, or should I say about, him wasn't quite how I expected, but it was also unsurprising. My cell phone started ringing around midnight while I was binge watching American Horror Story.

When I saw that it was Brendon, I hesitated on answering, but after a week of silence from him, if he was calling this late he probably actually needs something. Even if it's just a ride home cause he's drunk. That's probably what it is. I answered the call.

"Hello?" A voice that didn't belong to Brendon answered.

"Hi, sorry for calling so late. My name is Kenny Harris; I'm the bar tender down at the Neon strip club. Your friend, uh, Brendon needs a ride home he's completely smashed. He came in here already stumbling around and our dumb trainee gave him drinks anyways. Sorry I didn't catch them, but there's no way your friend can get home on his own tonight."

"Oh ok, I'll be right over it's no problem. Where is the club exactly?"

Kenny gave me instructions, thankfully it was only ten or so minutes away. I thanked him and hung up the phone as I slid my shoes on. When I got to my car I almost smacked my forehead.

I had gone shopping for stuff for my apartment earlier and forgot to take it all out. Both of the back seats and the passenger seat were full and there wasn't much re arranging I could do.

Eh, Brendon doesn't weigh very much and it's not a long drive, he can sit on the stuff without breaking it.

When I made it to the club I warily walked inside. I've never been to a strip club before and had never really had a desire to go. When I walked in, the first thing I saw was a woman in nothing but a thong grinding on a pole.

I blushed and looked down at the ground and hurried over to the bar, anxious to just grab Brendon and get out of here. After pushing my way through the crowd of horny men and women of various ages, I finally made it over to the bar.

"Are you Kenny?" I asked. The man behind the bar looked up at me.

"Yeah, are you the guy here to get Brendon?" I nodded my head so I wouldn't have to shout again over the bass of the music playing and the shouts of the patrons.

"He just went back into the bathroom. Here's his phone, and good luck with him."

I thanked Kenny before going towards the back where the bathrooms were located. I opened the door and was met with the sound of someone throwing up into a toilet.

Great.

I walked in and saw that Brendon had left the stall door open and was kneeling on the grimy tile with his head hanging over the toilet bowl, his normally clean pressed blue suit jacket was wrinkled and alcohol stained the sleeves from where he had spilled it in his drunken stupor.

"Brendon?" I called out. He grabbed some toilet paper and wiped off the corners of his mouth before throwing that into the toilet and flushing it.

He moved so he was sitting with his back leaned up against the side wall of the stall and lazily turned his head to look at me.

"Dal-Pal! Dally Wally! Daldo! Haha, that sounded like dildo." He slurred out in-between giggles.

Oh God, he was really drunk. I cringed at the thoughts of trying to get him out of here and back to the apartments. I crouched down so I was eye level with him.

"You ready to go home bud?"

"Yeah I feel like fuuuuucking SHIT. Wait, how did you know I was here? I didn't call you...OH MY GOD ARE YOU A CURATRIX AGAIN? CAUSE THAT'D BE GREAT."

"No Bren, the bartender called me to come pick you up."

"Oh yeah, I remember that NOOOOOW. He asked me who to call and I told him to call the giraffe. That's how you're listed in my phone, ya know, cause you're fucking TALL as SHIT."

Brendon's shouts echoed around the small bathroom making my ears ring, but I knew telling him not to shout would not help. It never did in the past.

"Why did you tell him to call me?" I asked out of curiosity.

"Cause, you're the only person who gives a shit about me. A real shit, not a fake shit. Even though I'm a TOTAL BASTARD most of the time you still help me. I have no fucking idea WHY, but I like it. Can I go home now? I'm so fucking HUNGRY I'm gonna DIE."

It took me a moment to process what he had just said, but I was shocked. I never thought I'd hear him say something like that, but I'm glad he did.

"Yeah, come one Bren I'll take you home so you eat."

"Fuck YYYYEEEEEEAAAAAHHHHHH!" He sang out in a high-pitched voice.

If it wasn't for the fact that it was echoing around this small room and piercing my skull, I would've appreciated how good it actually did sound. He was such a talented singer and musician, it made me sad that he was wasting all of his talent right now.

I helped him stand and started to walk him out of the building. When we got out to the car I let go of him for just a moment to fish my keys out of my pocket, but when I did Brendon fell over. He had passed out. Now how the hell am I supposed to get him in the car?

(Looking back on this, I probably made the wrong choice, but it makes for a good story.)

I ended up shoving Brendon in the trunk of my car.

It took me a little bit since his body was limp, but I eventually got him in. I only hit his head a few times. Thank God no one else was around.

As I carefully drove down the road, I couldn't help but laugh a bit at what my current situation was. I hummed a little bit and sang a little tune that still makes me laugh.

"Well there's a cold, dead body in the trunk of my car, but no one's ever gonna knooow!"

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