Fuck Off, Church Boy (Bryler|TylerxBrendon)

Chapter 13 (edited)

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Tyler's POV

I stood in the same place with my arms crossed over my chest, toe tapping against the floor impatiently. "Well?" I huffed

"Tyler!" He smiled.

I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion. "You're such an ass!" I yelled.

His smile disappeared and his face fell, as if he was hurt by what I said! If he can make fun of me, then I can call him whatever the actual blue fuck I want to.

"W-what?" He frowned.

"You know what," I grumbled.

"Actually, Tyler." He crossed him arms. "I don't. And if you would tell me what the fuck I did wrong, then maybe I could apologize!You're aways acting nice one second, then hating everything to do with me the next!" He ranted.

"Well maybe if you weren't as fake as Kim fucking Kardashian's ass! Then maybe I wouldn't have as many mood swings!" He was starting to really piss me off.

"I'm fake?!"

"Yes! You are so fucking fake, Brendon!"

"Just tell me why you're pissed!" he pleaded.

"No," I stated. "I'm going home. And I really hope that I don't see your fucking face again." And with that, I stormed out of his bedroom, down the stairs, and out the front door with a loud slam.

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Brendon's POV

I stood there yelling and arguing with Tyler for a few minutes before he got pissed to the point where he just left. He ran out of my room,and slammed the front door shut. At least he did shut the door.

I just sat on my bed, and cried for about a good half of an hour. I still don't even know why I cried. I mean, I had only just met him, and I already cared too much. I don't know what it is about that boy. I have no idea why his smiles are so fucking cute,or why his small giggles are so contagious.

Either he was really happy and giggly, or really mad and pissed off. And that pissed me off that he could never keep a mood for more than five minutes.

Why was he mad at me?
Did I do something?
What did I say?
Oh god, what the fuck did I do?!

I don't like seeing him upset, or anything other than the Tyler that giggles at almost anything, and is so bubbly and sassy about everything anyone says to him.

I got off of my bed, and looked in my mirror. Oh my fucking holy shit, ew. I am not a pretty crier, at all.

I rubbed my red eyes and the dried tears that were semi-permanently dried to my face. I gave myself a few minutes to calm myself down a bit, then went downstairs.

"Brenny!" My mom smiled.

"Hm?" I hummed.

"How did it go?" she asked excitedly.

"Terrible," I mumbled to myself.I didn't think that she could hear me.

"Ugh. I guess there is no helping some cross-dressing fag, huh Brenny Boy?" She shook her head.

"Mom don't-" I felt the tears that were slowly forming in my eyes.

"Don't what, Honey?" She asked.

"Nevermind," I sighed.

"You know, Bren?" She asked.I looked at her. "I sometimes feel really bad for all the gays. I mean, everyone at church makes fun of them." She laughed lightly.

"What's funny?" I asked, curiosity and anger burning in my chest.

"I told that fag how we were all making fun of him the other day." She laughed again.

My heart sank. He knew that I told my parents I was only joking. He knows that I didn't try to do anything to defend him when they were laughing at him.

I am such an asshole.

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Wassup
I have to go back to school in like two or three days, and I'm actually happy to go back. I won't be home alone all the time, and I'll get to see my friends, there's only a few, but still friends, again. I really miss them.