Fuck Off, Church Boy (Bryler|TylerxBrendon)

Chapter 1 (edited)

This picture made me laugh so fucking hard, like, I love this so much... that is all.

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Tyler's POV

"Tyler!" my mom yelled in frustration.

"What?" I snapped, spinning around on the heels of my high tops to face her.

"Go put on some boy clothes and give those," she spat, gesturing to Maddie's skirt that I had borrowed, "back to your sister."

I sighed and rolled my eyes at her, watching her eyes widen in shock that I had actually done that.

She narrowed her eyes to warn me to stop. I wasn't fucking having it. I proudly held up my middle finger, then stormed down the hall, into my room, and locked the door behind me. I could hear my mom yelling at me from down the hall to stop disrespecting her. I'm not being disrespectful, I'm just wearing what I want to wear.

I honestly see nothing wrong with a guy wearing makeup or anything that's seen as feminine. What you like is just what you like, and you can't really change that. People just like to be assholes and judge other people that are different than them.

Oh well, I guess it's time to go to church. I, however, will not be changing out of this skirt or taking off any of my makeup. They will have to pry this tight skirt off of my chubby thighs. I really need to get my own skirts, I actually can't breathe in this tiny thing.

"Tyler, we need to go!" my mom yelled while pounding her fists on my door.

"Fine," I grumbled then grabbed my phone and earbuds before I unlocked my bedroom door. After opening it, I was met by a not-very-happy-looking mother.

"Tyler," she stated.

"Mother," I said, pushing past her.

"I thought I told you to take that skirt off and put on something maybe a little more appropriate," she lectured me with her hand placed on her hip.

"And I thought I expressed my feelings about that when I flipped you off," I sassed. What? I was feeling sassy.

"Tyler, get in the car." She pinched the bridge of her nose and pointed to the front door.

"But I–"

"Now, Tyler," she said through gritted teeth.

I smiled to myself, knowing that I had gotten under her skin and pissed her off. She opened her eyes and I hid my smile as I marched outside to my mom's minivan. I saw my little sister, Maddie, in the backseat where she normally is and decided to sit with her. I slid the door open and her eyes widened as she saw my skirt.

Her jaw dropped. "Mom's actually letting you wear that to church?"

I snorted. "Fuck, no."

Maddie snickered and a smirk was now upon her face. "Any boys at church that you're trying to impress with that miniskirt?"

"Eww!" I shrieked. "Boys have cooties," I said in a child-like voice.

Maddie smiled and I smiled back at my wonderful little sister. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw my mom stomping out of the front door and to the car. She hopped in quickly and slammed it shut.

Maddie quickly placed a hand over her mouth to keep from laughing but it didn't help very much. She snorted really loud.

Mom whipped her head around to see Maddie sitting in her seat with her hand over her mouth. She raised an eyebrow at Maddie. She looked at us then turned back around to start the car.

We sat in silence as mom drove us three all the way to the church. I instantly cringed at the sight of it and did not want to go in and be silently judged by everyone for no fucking reason.

I stepped out of the car and let the cold December air whip around my makeup covered face and exposed legs because, as I said before, tiny skirt.

I took a deep breath and started to slowly walk up the steps of the gigantic building. Once I had made it up them, I opened the oversized doors and took a large step inside. I had suddenly gained a lot of confidence and strutted past the pews of the church corridor.

Let us all go to hell....