Fuck Off, Church Boy (Bryler|TylerxBrendon)

Chapter 2 (edited)

Another random meme
Also, my step-dad pronounces memes, 'mems'

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Brendon's POV

"Brendon! Sweetie, we better get going if we don't want to be late for the church dinner tonight!" My mom yelled from downstairs.

"Ok, mom! I'll be down in a second!" I yelled back to her.

"Your father and I will be waiting in the car for you!"

"Alright!" I yelled again as I slid a plain black hoodie over my favorite Green Day t-shirt that my parents don't know I have. I checked myself in the mirror one last time, making sure my skinny jeans were tight enough.

My parents only approve of christian or religious music. They would have a heart attack if they heard what I listened to. I don't even fucking understand why though because Green Day isn't even that 'bad' compared to some of the other stuff I like, including guys.

I have a girlfriend, yes, but I'm not into her the same way that she's into me. My parents introduced us when we were like ten and decided that we were 'meant to be' or some other bullshit like that. I don't know how they haven't seen it yet. Like, hello? How can you not see my gay shining through like a fucking beacon? People actually need to get some god damn brains and if they already have one, fucking put it to good use.

My 'girlfriend's' name is Sarah. Sarah Orzechowski. I literally thought that my parents were joking when they told me what her last name was. My ten year old brain thought that it was very fucking comedic for some reason. She is an amazing girl, actually. She doesn't make me want to scream 'GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME YOU ANNOYING ASS, CRUSTY ASS, FAKE ASS, TRICK ASS, HOE!' She's very sweet and funny and just a caring person.

If I wasn't into boys, I would have no problem dating her and maybe I could even fall in love with her. But I am a big, fat, flaming homosexual and there's no way that I can change that. My parents don't approve of anything to do with the LGBTQ+ community and say that it's just full of 'sinners' who are obviously going to hell.

I highly disagree with that and a lot of people don't even believe in a hell that they're 'choosing' to go to. A lot of people are actually atheists, such as myself, but I'm not becoming homeless so I bite my tongue and pray along with my family.

I hate the fact that I have to act so fake around everyone but I don't have a choice so I keep pretending to be someone that I'm not. It makes everyone happy, so I keep doing it.

I stopped the rant that I was having in my head when I heard my mom yell for me to hurry one more time. Ugh, I fucking hate church. Especially church dinners like this one where a shit ton of old people make a bunch of nasty ass food that literally no one likes.

I sighed, realizing that there's no way that I'm getting out of church tonight. I grabbed my phone, earbuds, and slipped my shoes onto my feet before I walked out the door.

"Hey, mom. Hey, dad." I smiled as I sat down in the backseat

"Hello, sweetie." My mom smiled widely

"Hello, Son." Dad smiled just as wide

I shut the door then buckled my seat belt when I felt the car start to move. I sat back in my seat and relaxed into it when the music from my phone rang through my earbuds. A little while later, I heard someone mumbling so I opened my eyes and took my earbuds out. My mom was trying to get my attention and tell me that we're here and we need to go inside.