Fuck Off, Church Boy (Bryler|TylerxBrendon)

Chapter 8 (edited)

I was actually crying really hard and wheezing like the asthmatic little shit I am when I first saw this picture.

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Tyler's POV

I was pissed at Brendon and I needed to get away from him before I explode and go all bipolar Tyler on him. I ran inside and into the hallway where no one was and sat down on the cold, hardwood floor.

"Dammit" I muttered, my hands through my hair and gripping then tugging harshly on it. Nervous habits.

"Well. Well. Well." I heard a familiar voice snicker from above me.

I snapped my head up to look at him "W-W-Wha-t d-do you w-want?" I stuttered,trying to sound confident,but failing miserably.

"I missed youuuu." He smiled innocently.

"Oh, bite me!" I snapped at the tall boy standing next to me.

"Hey," he defended,putting his hands up. "I'm just tryna be the good person here." He grinned evily, shiny, straight teeth shining in the dimly lit hallway.

"Look. I'm sorry, ok?" My breath hitched, also stuttering slightly, trying to hold back the water works that were about to escape my eyes. No, Tyler. You will not ruin your bomb ass winged liner. Don't you fucking dare.

"Sorry don't cut it, Baby" He smiled cheekily.

"And now what's that supposed to mean?" I asked, raising my voice and it cracking ever-so-slightly. I stood up but I just couldn't intimidate him because he's a fucking walking building.

"It means you better say sorry," he growled.

"And what if I don't?" I returned the growl, only mine was a wee bit less intimidating.

He smirked. "Then you'd better get your fucking ass in that bathroom," he whispered harshly in my ear. He tugged on the sleeve of my sweater before walking into the bathroom, shutting the door behind him. *insert lenny face here*

I slid down the wall and hugged my knees to my chest, letting the tears flow down my face and onto my sleeves, making them almost black. Fuck my fabulous eyeliner, I need to cry!

I was right in the middle of my ugly crying when I saw Brendon walking towards me with a look of genuine concern on his face.

I told him I would explain later and he said ok. He walked away, and I walked over to the bathroom door.

I held my breath and and took a small step inside the small room.

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Sorry my stories suck major horse ass!
Antyways, I might be starting a new story soon because the idea popped into my head this morning. It's a Peterick and the draft to the first chapter is almost done.