The Candy Floss Guy 😎(a Brendon Urie Fan Fic )

chapter 24

Brendons p.o.v

I entered the dimly lit pub, thanking the guy that held the door open for me.

I made my way towards the bar, and pulled out a chair.

I fished for my wallet, and ordered myself a pint.

I showed my ID,  and handed over the money.

I took a sip of it,  letting the cold liquid slide down my throat.

  I then gulped it down,  and ordered myself another. 

A few beers, a tequila,  and a couple shots later,

I couldn't think
straight,  and my vision was blurred.

After a while, a familiar face sat down next to me.

Petes p.o.v

"Brendon, what are you doing here dude? " I exclaimed approaching him.

"Oh.... hey Pete! " he slurred.

"Dude! You're pissed,  do you need a lift home?"

"Naaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh.  I can walk fam." he hicupped.

" Okay, come on." I said wrapping his arm round my shoulder. 
I grabbed his crutches, in my other hand, and headed to the door.

I unlocked my car, and opened the door for brendon.
He clambered in , making loud whooping sounds.

I slid into the drivers seat, and started the engine.

I pulled out of the parking lot and drove down the road.

Brendon rolled his window down, and stuck his head out.

I pulled into the gas station, and pulled the key out.

"Wait here,  I need to grab something real quick. " I told him.

I got out of the car, and went inside,  a grabbed a bottle of water,  and asked for some paracetamol at the till.

I left and walked towards my car.

I noticed that brendon was nowhere to be seen, and get had left my car door ajar. Shit!

Mr police guys p.o.v

It's 4 days before Christmas,  and here I am sat on a bench next to this guy who is pissed off his head, rambling on about arguing with his mother.

"Excuse me sir, can I see your ID please?"

"You sure can Mr police officer." He slurred,  passing me his drivers licence.
I studied it.

Brendon urie
Male
D.o.b: 12/4/98

So this guy was only 18, and he's shattered, was throwing up in a bush,  and has a cast on he leg and wrist. Poor guy.

" where do you live?"
"Number 4 fremont. " he said before throwing up again.

I opened the door of my car, and ushered him in.

I got in the drivers seat, made sure he had his seat belt on before putting on mine.

I started the engine, and made my way towards fremont.

I pulled up outside of number four.

And helped brendon out of the car.

I slung his arm over my shoulder,  and walked up to the door.

It was dark out, and the snow began to fall again.

I knocked 3 times loudly on the door.

It was only a few moments until a short middle aged woman cane to the door.

Graces p.o.v

3 loud knocks echoed through the house. I scurried to the door, and unlocked it.

I was first greeted by a police officer,and then i noticed brendons arm slung over his shoulder.
I gasped when I saw him.
He had been gone for 4 1/2 hours , and those 4 1/2 hours consisted of: crying,  drinking coffee,  crying again,  nail bitting, extreme cleaning,  and more crying.

He was extremely pale, trembling and drunk.

"Is this your son ma'am? " the officer asked.

"I found him throwing up in the bushes a few streets away."

"Yes it is. Thank you so so so so much officer, I've been worried sick !"

I exclaimed, and pulled brendon into my arms , and stroked his hair.

"I've also been informed that there has been some issues between you two, so this might help. "
he said producing a colourful card from nowhere. 

"Okay thank you officer for finding him. Good evening,  and a merry Christmas sir!"

"Merry Christmas to you too ma'am." He said before turning and walking towards his car.

I shut the door, and dragged brendon into the kitchen. 

Skye jumped off of the couch, and dashed in after me.

I spoke to her about the whole situation earlier, and she apologised over and over again.  Shes a sweet girl, and didn't mean any harm.

I propped him up against the cupboards on the floor, whilst skye grabbed
a glass of water.

Sarah and bethany came rushing in.

" what's going on!?" Sarah exclaimed.

"He's drunk" I explained "it's best you stay out of the the way.

Skyes p.o.v

I filled a glass with water and gave it to him. His hands were trembling,  as he sipped it.

All of a sudden,  he jumped up,  knocking over the glass  and throwing up violently in the sink. I rubbed his back and comforted him as all of the alcohol came back up.

"Bring him in here hun" grace called out from the other room. 
I grabbed a large bowl,  labeled 'sicky bol' in messy hand writting , and led him in to the living room.

Grace had a big sheet of tarpaulin laid out on the floor,  with a pillow and a blanket.

I guided him over, and laid him down.

I placed the bowl down next to him, and kissed his forehead.

He  smiled and closed his eyes. I turned the light off, and shut the door.

I made my way upstairs.  I was about to go up the second flight of stairs,  when i heard loud whooping sounds.

I dashed back down stairs , and saw brendon waving the bowl over his head .
"Bren shh..... go to sleep!" I whisper shouted.

He carried on.

"Brendon stop. "
He turned to look at me .

"Shhhhhhh!  I'm a police car! " he exclaimed,  and continued whooping.

I took the bowl from his hands, and set it down. I pushed him back , and began to tuck him in. I tucked it under his bum, and he giggled.

"Kinky! "
I laughed and kissed his cheek.

I got to the spare room, and got changed.  I now had a pair of shorts that grace let me use. I'm guessing that they are sarah's be caused  they're extremely tight on me. 

I turned the light off, and flopped onto the bed. I drifted off,  As soon as my head hit the pillow.

A/n

This was kind of a filler chapter,  but the next, AND  the one after, are gonna be quite good. ....hopefully  xD 1099 words this time.
I don't really have anything else to say other than:
Ttfn  (ta ta for now)
Stay strong 💪
I love y'all 💕

~Skye 💚 💫

*I'm so gayy*