Fuck Off, Church Boy (Bryler|TylerxBrendon)

Chapter 4 (edited)

This is literally my wallpaper
My teacher saw it when I was in class and told me that it wasn't appropriate...
My friend is a fucking loudmouth so they were like "LET THEM HAVE A SEXY MEXICAN BACKGROUND"

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Brendon's POV

"That's for you to figure out, church boy." Tyler scoffed, stood up from the bench and stormed away.

I don't know why I cared so much about him, but I did and seeing him upset made me want to bawl my eyes out. Being the reason that he was upset in the first place, made it ten times worse.

I sighed to myself and bit my quivering bottom lip in attempt to stop the tears from leaving my eyes. It didn't help anything at all and they left my brown eyes. I leaned forward on my elbows and put my face in my hands as I cried silently. It was very, very cold out so it almost felt as if my tears froze to my cheeks before they got a chance to fall down my face.

I don't know what I did wrong, but I feel terrible about it, and I can't apologize for something I didn't even know I did. That just seems ridiculous so I wasn't going to apologize until I figured out what I did.

After I figure it out, I'm going to find Tyler and make everything alright with him. He just seems very nice. Well... I mean nice-ish? Honestly, I don't know what it is, but he seems like more than a hot boy in a skirt and makeup, so I want to know him.

"Brendon!" I heard a girly shriek interrupt me from my thoughts about Tyler. "Oh, Brendon!" Another Shriek. "I haven't seen you in forever, baby!" She shrieked yet again as she wrapped her arms around my neck and jumped, wrapping her legs around my waist.

I turned around to be faced with the one and only Sarah Orzechowski, my "girlfriend" that I am so sexually attracted to.

It's called sarcasm, you should use it sometime. It's actually quite a fun thing to do and I like to see the look of people's faces when they call me an asshole.

"Heh-heh. Yeah... babe." I chuckled nervously while I slowly untangled her limbs from my body and put her back on her feet.

"So, where are we going now, my darling?" She smiled brightly, lacing our fingers together and squeezed my hand lightly.

"Uhhh, I-I dunno. L-let's go where you want to go, baby." I smiled a fake smile and squeezed my "girlfriend's" hand back.

She giggled and swung our hands back and forth as she led me down the path that leads out to the woods. I just followed her down the pathway and didn't ask her any of my questions about where we were going.

After walking for about an hour? I was starting to get really fucking tired so I decided to ask where we were going. "Sarah?" I asked. "Where are we going?"

"Nowhere, baby," she whispered as she continued to drag me down the path with her.

I groaned quietly so that she wouldn't hear and just followed her down the never-ending path of ice and gravel. It was, like, really fucking cold out there so I was like I can't do this for much longer or else my balls are gonna freeze off.

"Sarah, we need to go back soon or I'm gonna freeze my balls off out here!" I almost yelled, putting my hands together and rubbing them together in attempt to get warm.

"Don't worry, Bren." She turned to me and smiled in my face. "We're almost there," she leaned in and whispered in my ear, then pulled away.

We walked for a little bit longer and I heard her feet shuffle against the gravel as she slowed down in pace. She looked up to me and whispered ("I won't be here in a year" I'm PTV garbage) "I hope you like it." She bit her lip and moved out of the way so that I could se what she was hiding behind her.

What I saw, almost made me cry. The tears that were about to leave my eyes, were not happy tears.

What I saw behind Sarah was a bare mattress with a blanket and rose petals scattered all across it. On the ground, were a few scented candles that were lit and even placed around the mattress and on a few tree stumps. There was even a small, black radio that had a thin layer of dew on it.

She looked at me for approval and I just stood there, shocked. I didn't know what to say to her. I wasn't going to actually have sex with her. I'm gay af. There was no way in hell that I was actually going to do anything sexual with Sarah. She walked over to me and put her arms around my neck and put her face dangerously close to mine. She leaned in and then just started kissing the most random parts of my face.

I held my breath as she moved her lips from my ear, to my chin, and onto my lips. She kissed me and I took another breath as I kissed her back weakly. I heard her sigh and pull away.

"Brendon." She sounded like she was about to cry. "Why won't you ever kiss me back?" She choked out and her bottom lip trembled.

"Ummm... Wh-what do-do you mean, b-babe?" I forced out the word.

"Stop it, Brendon!" She snapped, losing all emotion that was in her voice. "Why don't you ever kiss me?!" she yelled, flailing her arms around.

"I, S-Sarah, I-"

"I said stop it, Brendon!" She yelled again. My eyes filled up with tears as she yelled at me. Her normally calm and loving voice grew angry and her words were dripping with venom and poison as she spat them at me.

I sank down onto the ground and cried as she yelled at me for being a "fag, disgusting, etc."

"Sarah, please stop," I pleaded, my voice weak.

"No! Brendon!" She screamed even louder. "It's no one's fault except yours that you don't love me! God! Are you a fag or something?!"

"Sarah!" My voice was raspy and my throat hurt from all the childish sobbing that I was doing.

"What, Brendon?" She snapped.

"I don't like it when people yell," I said in a quiet voice that was barely above a whisper.

She snickered. "I. Don't. Care. Brendon." She smiled madly and ran her hands through her long black hair.

"I don't love you anymore, Sarah," I whispered to her.

"What?!" she screeched. "Brendon we've been dating since we were ten! Of course you love me!"

"No. No, I don't. I can now see that I never really did. I honestly have no idea how I dated such a homophobic asshole for so fucking long. Now, I would appreciate it if you would stop throwing around homophobic slurs and yelling at me about things that are not my fucking fault. I, Sarah, am gay. I'm homo as fuck! Can you get that through your skull and into that hideous little head of yours? Being gay isn't a choice, nor is it in any way bad. I was actually thinking of breaking up with you sooner, but I didn't want to hurt you. I now see that you are a heartless human being. I see my opportunity and now I'm taking it. Thanks, Sarah." I smiled sadly and stood up from the ground, wiping my eyes as I walked away from her.

"Brendon, you can't dump me! Do you have a boyfriend now or something?!"

"Not yet." I smiled deviously at her and flipped her off as I ran off down the path, leaving her cold and alone in the woods. "Fuck you, Sarah."

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It's been forever but I'm actually gonna edit this story now so yeet