Fuck Off, Church Boy (Bryler|TylerxBrendon)

Chapter 3 (edited)

Peter Wentz keepin it classy

I've been bored as fuuuuck because I have no life or friends so I've been writing a shit ton more so, ye!

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Tylers POV

I snickered as I shut the bathroom door, leaving little church boy all by himself. I proudly walked to the cafeteria where all the old people food was being kept. I didn't only go because my sister has a huge crush on some dude who is always helping with church events. If I don't go, mom gets pissed and she is not a very pleasant person to be around.

I live for pissing people off, but my sister says she needs some sort of support. I suggested a bra, but that only earned me a scowl and a slap on my arm.

I walked up to my sister and we both exchanged genuine smiles at each other.

"Hey, Ty?" She asked.

"Hm?" I asked back.

"Who's that?" She pointed to a boy that was across the room. To be more specific,she pointed to church boy.

"Oh shit," I mumbled just quiet enough so that my sister wouldn't hear me. "Hey, look over there!" I yelled, trying to get her attention away from him. When she turned around I shooed him away and waved my hand around, signaling that he should stay away.

"Ty... I don't see anything," she said in an impatient voice as she turned back around.

"Tyler?" My sister smiled her fucking annoying smile. "Who is this?" She snickered while my face was red from embarrassment.

"Fuck!" I yelled in my head. She so saw that I was trying to shoo him away.

"I-um-have no idea what you are talking about, sister of mine. He is a complete stranger–in that case–STANGER DANGER!" I rambled then yelled nervously.

I saw church boy with a smile on his face that was similar to my sister's. I huffed out and groaned in frustration as to why the little church boy is still here. He seemed to be enjoying my misery and embarrassment that he had so easily caused me.

"Will you please just leave?" I whined, pouting

He chuckled then shook his head. "Sorry, babe. I can't do that." He winked.

My sister cleared her throat. "Ty? Who is this?"

"I don't know." She pursed her lips and put a hand on her hip. "I really don't know!" I replied defensively.

"I'm Brendon Urie." He smiled.

"Ugh! I give up!" I sighed in defeat, throwing my arms in the air.

Church boy–I mean Brendon, smiled. He was actually smiling at me. I really fucking hope he was very proud of himself.

"Bye, Tyler." He winked then walked away to god knows fucking where.

"Oh my god," I grumbled then pouted like a toddler. I was actually really pissed at this point. I saw my sister open her mouth to say something, but I walked out the back door of the church that led to the cemetery.

"Fuck this," I groaned to myself, kicking a rock as hard as i could. "HOLY HORSE SHIT, THAT HURT!" I screamed, holding my foot and jumping around like a homeless crackhead

I heard a small laugh and I turned to see the one and only Brendon.

"And what the actual fuck do you want?" I spat.

"Woah. Calm down there, buddy I-"

"Don't call me buddy!" I snapped.

"Look, I'm sorry!" He put up
His hands defensively. "Why the hell are you so pissed anyways?"

"I–I–I... nevermind just leave me alone," I sighed out, biting my lip and holding back my tears.

"Hey," he said softly, "what did I do?" he asked as he sat down onto the bench with me.

"Nothing. Now fuck off, church boy," I whispered through gritted teeth so it was barely audible. I was so close to losing my shit and grossly sobbing everywhere.

"Call me Brendon, first off. Secondly, I can't say sorry for something that I didn't know I did." He bit his bottom lip. He had quite big lips. They looked very soft and plump and a very nice shade of pink. Not too pale, not too dark. "Please, Tyler," he begged, "tell me what I did." I could see the very faint tears that were forming in his dark brown eyes as the moonlight shone down on them.

"That's for you to figure out, church boy."

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