Heartbreaker [Ryden] [BOOK ONE]

- sixteen -

Earlier the next morning, I aroused first. I went to bed early, knowing that I'd wake up earlier. And noting that Brendon was a heavy sleeper and wouldn't be up for a while. So I snuck out of his bedroom, then out of his house, and back down to my own. It turns out my parents were already gone, which was a relief. 

Now all I had to do was set up everything. It took a while, but eventually I had poured paint all over the floor of the garage, and pulled the dining room table out into the garage. It was a mistake waiting to happen- everyone would get rowdy, and paint would get all over the table, but at the moment I didn't care. 

Then I poured all the soda and beer into two separate bowls, sticking ladles in each one. I stacked up some red solo cups- I couldn't trust the guests with glass cups. They'd probably throw them at each other, or slip on paint and drop them. Then I poured the snacks into one more big bowl, set everything amongst the table, and carried a stereo out to the garage. 

I set the stereo on a different table, and cranked the radio on. I didn't have any specialized cds for parties, I just had the radio. Oh well. With that, came the phone book. I don't know how long I spent doing it, but I spent a pretty long time lying in my bedroom, on the floor, with a phone and a phonebook.

I flipped through it, searching for the names of families at school. We didn't have school today, so I was sure some kids would come. In the end, after maybe three hours of calling, I managed to get Dallon Weekes, Kenneth Harris, Mikey Way, Jon Walker, Spencer Smith, Tyler Joseph, Josh Dun, Patrick Stump, Pete Wentz, and quite a few more. 

A majority of them promised to show up around six, which was perfect. It was currently four- which gave me two hours of alone time with Brendon on his birthday. I smiled to myself. I wanted Brendon's birthday to be perfect. So I pulled my phone out again, rolling over so I was lying on my back, staring at the ceiling. 

He picked up right away. "Hey, Bren." I murmured softly, my happiness was obviously shimmering in my voice. Brendon didn't seem angry, just curious. 

"Is it ready?" He asked. I grinned again. "No, but I want you to come over so we can spend two hours doing something together." I answered. Out of context it sounded pretty bad- actually, Brendon took it wrongly, which I should've expected. 

"We're gonna fuck?" He assumed. I rolled my eyes. "No, you pig, just get over here." It took a little more convincing, but after a while Brendon had showed up, and I managed to get him to cuddle up on the couch with me and watch more movies with me. He was impatient, squirming every few seconds, I had to tell him to shut up more than once. But he did eventually give in and let me crawl on top of him and cuddle with him. 

But as soon as it was six o clock, a knock sounded at the door. I scrambled off Brendon, telling him to report to the garage. He obeyed, disappearing from the living room. After a few seconds I heard a gasp, then a lot of loud music. He must've discovered the stereo.

At the door was Tyler and Josh, arriving together, as expected. They both seemed happy to see me. A few minutes later, Pete and Patrick showed up. Then Mikey, who hd dragged his brother Gerard with him. Then Kenneth, then Spencer, then Andy Hurley, then Dallon, and a few others swarmed in around six thirty, just allowing themselves in.

When I finally got to go and check out how the party was going, it was great. Hot in the garage, yes, but it appeared to be going well. Quite a lot of people were dancing in the middle of the garage, some people were playing with the glow in the dark paint on the floor. I started searching for Brendon, gingerly groping at the walls of the garage as I searched for him. 

I found him by the table with the snacks, stuffing his face with chex mix while he messily slurped up a cup of...beer. I rolled my eyes, leaning against the table. Brendon appeared to already be pretty fucked up from the beer, but it didn't bother me any. It was his birthday, after all.