Fuck Off, Church Boy (Bryler|TylerxBrendon)

Chapter 19 (edited)

I HAVE FINALLY FINISHED EDITING BITCHESS

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Tyler's POV

I smiled at my reflection in the mirror. I was never really used to getting all dressed up for something important.

The long, white dress was skin tight, which was quite uncomfortable, but I'm only wearing it once so it doesn't really matter. The shoes were plain and simple flats. I never have been into big heels. They just seem unnecessary.

My makeup was very instagram inspired. I look like every other bitch, which is basic as fuck, but at least I look good. I've grown confident in myself. I don't think I'm incredibly ugly anymore. Bitch, I'm beautiful. Brendon has helped a lot with that and has been such a good person. He's probably the best thing that has happened to me.

I fixed the veil on my head and stepped outside of the bathroom. My sister was waiting by the door that led to the church. Incredibly ironic, I know. Brendon is fucking hilarious and wanted to be married in a church so badly. He said he wanted to, so I let the fucker choose that we got married in a church, even though neither of us are religious. I linked arms with my sister and she nodded reassuringly at me.

I followed the path, with my sister on my arm, and saw Brendon at the end of the aisle. He smiled widely at me. I smiled back, my eyes blurry with tears. She let go of my arm and patted my shoulder before taking a seat on a bench.

I decided that I didn't give a shit anymore, and just let the tears flow freely. Just as soon as Brendon saw me happy crying, he decided not to hold it back, either. His eyes were red and puffy, it was adorable.

I made is up to him, looking up at him with glossy eyes. My mascara is probably really smudged, so I self-consciously wiped under my eyes. Brendon grabbed my chin and made me look into his eyes. That only made me more emotional.

The priest smiled approvingly at us, which I was grateful for. Not all religious people are assholes. He said the boring wedding thing that goes like, 'do you take this person to be your husband in sickness and in health?' which I don't really care for. It sounds really insensitive, but I didn't listen to it until the end part.

"Do you, Brendon Urie, take Tyler Joseph to be your lawfully wedded husband?" He asked.

"Fuck yeah, I do!" He laughed, tears still streaming down his face. I laughed back.

"Do you, Tyler Joseph, take Brendon Urie to be your lawfully wedded husband?" He asked me.

"Oh, what the hell?" I threw my arms up. Brendon's smile grew even wider.

"I now pronounce you two gentlemen as husband and husband. You may now kiss your groom!"

"Fuck yeah!" Brendon exclaimed, putting his hands on my hips. I giggled as he pulled me into a passionate kiss.

My sister, the only one in the audience, cheered with a proud smile on her face. She continued to clap as Brendon and I pulled apart.

"Get it, Beebo! Damn, Boyyyyy!!!" She cheered.

"Thank you, thank you!" Brendon took his hands off my hip and bowed.

"Let's go!" I whined. "This church is ruining my happy mood," I pouted.

Brendon's chuckled, "okay, Ty." He leaned down and swooped me off of my feet. I screeched and held onto his neck like I was about to fall off a cliff. My sister just laughed, which is really the only thing that you can do with Brendon's bullshit. You have to love him, though.

He ran back down the aisle, with me still in his arms. My sister ran after us and we all jumped into the car.

"Vacation time!!!" I smiled.

"This is a permanent vacation, Ty," Maddie laughed.

"Oh yeah, and happy 18th birthday, Maddie. I love you. More than you could ever know."

"Love you too, Ty!" She started the car.

"Let's go, bitches!" Brendon screamed, then kissed me on the lips.

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I KNOW THIS IS A RLLY BAD ENDING BUT OH WELLZ ... IM GONNA BE WRITING A NEW BOOK SO BAIIII THANKS FOR READING. I RLLY APPRECIATE IT FRENNS