Adopted by Brendon Urie

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Brendon's POV

"I'm going out for a couple of hou-" My voice cut off as I saw Max and the other guys in the kitchen. This usually wouldn't have fazed me, except, Max had two straws up her nose. and those said straws were in a glass of milk. I shook my head. "What are you doing?"

Max choked and she snorted the straws, and milk out of her nose. Pete answered for her. "Oh, um. Math homework."

She hit him, still snorting up milk, barely getting words out. "You idiot. I don't go to school anymore." She coughed a couple of times, and wiped the liquid off of her chin with a paper towel. "Bye, I love you."

"Okay, well, I'll see you later. Hopefully you'll be done snorting milk once I come back. Patrick's in charge." I grabbed my keys off of the counter, and jut before i left the house, I saw max shove the straws back up her nose, and the guys started to chant, "Chug chug chug chug chug chug."

Why was a friends with such weird people? I have no idea.

*****

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY!" I walked back into the house and was greeted with a horribly sung version of happy birthday, despite the fact that most of us were singers.

"Guys, it's not my birthday."

"Fuck." Max cursed and grabbed Dallon by the hair. "Dallon, you told me his birthday was today."

"I may, or may not have said that, but now that I think about it, it might be my mother's birthday, and I really need to make a phone call."

Max punched Dallon in the arm and slowly made her way to the cake.

She picked it up, and carried it upstairs. "This is mine now. Goodnight everyone."

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Filler crap for fun.

ily.

the nasty,

miss jackson.