"I didn't do it! I never would even think of that! Please let me go!" Brendon pleaded with the judge. He's scared, alone, and most definitely in jail, that is u tie he meets Dallon.
Brendon wakes up still in his cell, no officer watching over him. "How long was I out?" He mumbles to no one inpaticular. He was sure it'd been at least ten minutes and he could no longer hear the conflict down the hall. Where is Dallon? Wait why is he so worried about this, Dallon's just like any other person he'd ever met. So why did Brendon care so much about wether or not Dallon was okay?
Just as Brendon's thoughts were starting to scare him Josh came up to his cell, unlocking it and slipping inside the assigned post. He was silent, lips pressed into a straight line, no expression on his face what so ever. "W-where's d-officer Weekes?" He asks, hoping the answer would be something like "he's just on break" or "family emergency"
"Long story kid" Josh replies, monotonous. "I've got time" Brendon scoffs under his breath. The officer smirks at that.
"Well in short, Dallon was the one who got shot in that conflict." Josh replies, the smirk that once crossed his face now turning back into that straight line. Brendon gasps for air, for fucks sake can anything go right? He runs a shaky hand through his hair. "I-is he G-gonna b-b-be alright?" The boy asks shakily. "probably. he's gotten through a lot. He might be off for a while though." Josh sighs.
Brendon looks at the ground, tears welling in his eyes. "He's all I've got left Josh. I-I lost everyone else that was ever close to me. I can't do anything right." The small boy cries. Josh stands dumbfounded in the corner. He's never felt this before, what's he supposed to do? "Um, Tyler knows how he's doing. Would you like me to get him and he can tell you for sure?" Josh finally asks. Brendon nods from his balled-up position on the bed and at that Josh slips out the door.
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"Tyler! I kind of need your help." Dallon hears Josh call. "Be right back." Tyler says before walking over to his boy friend. "What's up Jishwa?" He asks casually. "Kid needs reassurence. Can you tell him how Dallon's doing or something, he's worried sick." Dallon smiles when he pieces together what Josh is saying. Someone finally cares he thinks.
"Dall, do you think your good enough to come with? If not I'll only be gone a few minutes." Tyler says. Dallon looks to his bandaged upper arm, frowns and then stands up, towering over Tyler and Josh. "They won't care if I'm not in uniform?" the tallest asks. "Can you even be in uniform at the moment?" Josh asks. "I'll take that as a no then" Dallon chuckles.
"He's like really worried about you man." Josh says as the three walk the halls. Dallon's heart flutters the tiniest bit, this boy really did love him.
As they approach the very familiar cell Dallon hears faint sniffing noises. The officers pick up pace a little and when they finally get there Josh has the door unlocked in a matter of seconds. "Hey bud, I think Dallon's gonna be okay. Josh tolled me you were worried about him." Tyler says to the boy. He's still in a ball on the bed, no point in living anymore anyway.
"Tyler, what's the easiest way to die?" Brendon asks. Tyler looks taken aback by the question as Dallon rushes over to Brendon. He takes the boy into a big hug, wincing as his arm still hurts like hell. "Don't ever think like that. No one should ever think like that." Tyler whispers. "It'll all be okay, don't worry." Dallon tells the boy. Brendon looks up quickly. "Dallon! Oh my god you're okay! Someones still okay." The smallest cheers.
"I'm alright bud, I technially can't be on duty until tomorrow but Josh told me you were worried." The older says. Brendon nods into his chest. There they sat, embraced in a hug but still not as Dallon would have liked it. Brendon was still here and he feels compalled to get him out, no matter what it takes.
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Hallo fishce (translation: hello fishes, it's german and I don't swear in authors notes sooooo)
I'm terrible at updating this regularly but I'm giving it all I got. I hope you like it though because maybe that can make up for my terrible organizational skillz.
In other news, you've all just been challenged to the 22 push-up challenge. Basically, you do 22 push-ups for twenty two days in honor of combat Vets. It's esstimated that 22 Vets kill themselves everyday. Help spread awareness because everyone desserves to live life to the fullest!
Also I can't spell but nothing new there.
song o' the day: Only the good die young by Billy Joel but I can't remember if I already gave you that one so imma give you two because I can. The second one is American Idiot by green day.
Also, I have a tip for you. If anyone insults you, for example they're like "Yo Fag!" or some shish like that just respond by going "Nah" and continue doing what you're doing. Like what's someone supposed to do with that?
enough with myself,but until we meet again, remember
stay safe
stay alive
-Josie ☮👊
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