Fuck Off, Church Boy (Bryler|TylerxBrendon)

Chapter 9 (edited)

I might not be switching POV's as much because it's starting to confuse me a bit. Might just be Brendon for a while

Also, I have noticed that I have over 300 reads on this story. Meaning over 300 people have read some part of my cringeworthy fanfic. The very thought gives me anxiety, but thanks? I guess. (tbh I really mean it,thanks dudes)

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Brendon's POV

I woke up from my nap of sorrow and sadness (emo much?) and I rolled out of bed,onto my bedroom floor and just laid there. I laid on my stomach with my arms and legs sprawled out, face on the hardwood floor. I don't deserve to be on a warm bed.

"Bren?" I heard a voice ask.

"Hm?" I hummed groggily. Soaking in my misery.

"Hun, I think it's time to start getting ready to go to church now," she said softly.

"I don't–" My eyes widened and I jumped to my feet. "Church?" I asked excitedly.

"Yes, Bren, church." She smiled. "I'm so glad to see you're so excited about something that's finally useful." And with that, she left the room and went downstairs where my dad was probably waiting for both of us to leave.

I quickly took a shower and shaved my face as fast as I could without tearing it off and sprinted back to my room. I got to my closet and thought about what would make me look good. Everything, tbh.

I'm so modest.

I grabbed my favorite black skinny jeans and got my best band shirt, Metallica muscle-T. Ok, maybe the shirt wasn't mine, it was my friend Pete's.

Thanks, Pete. I look fucking amazing. *hair flip*

I then got my torn-to-pieces converse and put them on while grabbing my hoodie on the way out. I slid it on so my parents wouldn't see me wearing something so "slutty" out in public. Bitch, I look fabulous. Now I'm gonna go to church and get my boy.

You didn't actually think that I was excited about church preachings and other shit like that, did you? I'm going cause I really wanna see a little cutie Lebanese boy with winged eyeliner and wavy brown hair.

"Brendon!" Dad yelled from downstairs.

"Coming, Dad!" I yelled and grabbed my phone off my desk. I then realized what I had said and what it sounded like and I snorted and continued down the stairs.

"I'm ready." I smiled as I stepped in front of them.

I walked at a very fast pace to the car and jumped in the backseat, slamming the door shut behind me and bouncing around in my seat.

My mom and dad stepped into the car painfully slow and shut their down so slowly.

"MY LORD, LET'S GO!" I exclaimed,
not meaning to say that out loud.

"That's my boy!" Dad smiled "So excited for church like the good boy he is!"

LiTtLe Do YoU kNoW

*jumps down from ledge in green suit*
i'm gAY

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Sorry, but updates are gonna be a bit slow because of hell–I mean school.