Fuck Off, Church Boy (Bryler|TylerxBrendon)

Chapter 10 (edited)

New favorite picture.

Anyways, new chapter so yeeeee

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Brendon's POV

I bounced around in my seat the whole way to church. I was told several times to calm down and stay still, but I didn't wanna. I kept bouncing around and having a grand old damn time in the backseat.

We finally pulled into the parking lot and I opened the door, then jumped out before the car came to a complete stop. I slammed the door shut happily and sprinted to the enormous church doors. Literally, why are the doors so fucking big? Is god a fucking titan, or some shit? I guess he's just that damn grand.

Anyways, I stepped inside the titan welcomers and looked around. No sight of Tyler anywhere.

My heart deflated instantly, and a visible pout formed on my face. I slumped with disappointment and my parents came in and told me to sit with them on the bench. I sat down and spaced out hardcore while the preacher did his thing and pumped bullshit into everyone's head.

I sat on the UNCOMFORTABLE wooden bench and just thought about random shit.

I felt a sharp slap on my arm and heard a scowl, who could only be my mother "Brendon!" she hissed.

"Hm?" I asked quickly.

"Answer the question!"

"Oh-Uhhh..." I looked around, flustered. I finally saw the preacher staring at me expectantly. "Uhhh... Eve?" I said, sounding more like a question than an answer. Don't judge me, I didn't know what he said. I guessed!

"Yes!" He smiled.

I heard cheers and claps from the people around me and my eyes were wide from shock. I did not expect to get that right.

"Well then!" The preacher clapped "I guess it's time to go eat!" He smiled and gestured towards the door.

"Ugh-ewwww," I muttered under my breath as I shuffled my feet on the carpet that lead out to the cafeteria, following my parents.

I made up some lame excuse so I didn't have to sit in the cafeteria with my parents, church people, and nasty ass food.

I stepped in the hallway and walked over to the janitor's closet. I opened it and grabbed a plastic sack out of the back. I slipped it inside of my hoodie, making me look pregnant, and scurried off to the bathroom, and locked the door behind me. I walked my happy-self over to the corner of the bathroom and sat my butt down on the cold tile. The bag shuffled around and made slight screeching sounds thats echoed off the bathroom walls as I untied it. Once I finally got it open, I immediately got really excited from all the actually good food that was piled inside it. I pulled out four sandwiches in ziplock bags,two cans of Coca-Cola, a smaller bag filled with chalupas from Taco Bell, two small bags of Doritos, and a really big fucking bag of hot Taki's.

"Oh shit!" I hissed excitedly.

I was about to start pigging out, but I heard something so I stopped all movement and was as quiet as I could be. I heard sniffling. Someone else was in the bathroom.

I slowly moved the bag off of my lap and stood up. "Hello?" I asked.

I heard the person gasp and their breathing hitch as they tried to quiet themselves.

"I heard you earlier, there's no point in trying to cover it up now"

"Uhhh..." The person trail off from inside the bathroom stall.

That voice. I know that voice.

"Tyler?" I asked hopefully.

"...Yes" He said quietly. "...Brendon?" He asked.

"Yeah." I let out an airy chuckle.

He sighed in relief. "What are you doing in here?"

"Come out and here and see." I grinned.

"Okay..." he said cautiously.

I heard the click then saw it swing open, followed by a very attractive-looking Tyler emerge from the small space.

He was wearing a floral skirt and a black sweater. I could tell that he liked baggy shirts. He also was wearing a yellow flower crown and classic low-top Vans. His makeup looked pretty similar to the day before, except he was wearing maroon lipstick. He looked comfortable, he looked happy.

"Hey," I breathed.

"Hi." He smiled shyly.

He seemed happier than he did the other day. He seems very cheery and I really like it. He's the most beautiful when I can see his happy radiating off of his smile.

"Watcha got there?" he asked, pointing to the bag of food.

"Good food." I smirked.

"Noice," he said seriously "I need some god damn food." He smiled.

"I never said I was gonna share," I teased.

He pouted. I giggled at him, and he smiled when I motioned for him to sit next to me on the floor.

I sat the bag in between us, and we ate in a comfortable silence.

"Holy shit!" He exclaimed,after eating the last of the taco's. "TACO BELL IS MY LIFFEEE"

"SAMMEEE," I screeched.

We laughed at how excited we got over Taco Bell.

"Where did you even did you get this food?" He asked.

"I pay a guy," I stated simply.

He just smiled and nodded.

Happy Tyler makes me Happy

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This chapter is a tad bit longer so...(?)

I know it sounds like I really hate religion,but I don't. I don't like it, but I don't hate it. If you really and truly believe in something, then you believe in it. I'm not gonna judge you for it. I'm not gonna try to change you to become an atheist. It's all for the story, and I know that Brendon doesn't hate it, either. He just said that the mormon religion just wasn't for him. Music is his religion.