Don't You Go Down-[BOOK 2]

Sleepy Sleepovers

"Ok, something you like this time. I'm guessing you're not really interested in what I seem to like." Sarah said.

We were planning to go out again, still determined to make nice with each other.

But we go out too much.

"Maybe this time we could stay here, home. Like a sleepover, but this is our house."

Sarah smiled, "Sounds like a plan." She said and I sighed.

"I'll ask Brendon if he's doing anything later. If not, I'll ask if he can buy a shit ton of food."

****

I was sitting in my room contemplating what I should wear for the sleep over thingy.

I thought something comfortable would be okay, but most of my clothes are in the dirty clothes basket..

All I had left in my closet was clothes to wear out and stage clothes..

Sighing loudly, I walk out my room and next door into Brendon's room.

Surprisingly, he wasn't there.

I shrugged and went through his drawer where his shirts were and pulled out a plain black shirt.

Smiling, I refold all the clothes I messed up and close the drawer like nothing happened here.

Putting the shirt over my shoulder I make my way out the room, but I was stopped by Brendon waiting outside.

Shit.

"So, whatcha doing in my room?" He asked and picked up his shirt from my shoulder. "And why do you have my shirt?"

Caught red handed.

"Um..all my clothes are in the wash, so I thought your clothes would fit."

"You're a size small, I'm a large."

"Hey, I like oversized shirts."

Brendon rolled his eyes and threw the shirt back at me. "Fine, take the shirt. Just this once."

***

So, I'm wearing Brendon's shirt and my black leggings.

Brendon hugged Sarah and I as we watched Deadpool. And when THAT part came up, Brendon covered my eyes and ears, but I could still see through a gap in his fingers and I could still hear what they were saying.

We had a tub of ice cream, chips, popcorn, and pretzels to eat, which all soon were devoured.

I fell asleep on Brendon's chest halfway into the movie.

It must've been hours later I kinda woke up, but I wasn't fully awake. I stayed still on Brendon's chest and listened to his and Sarah's conversation.

"Maybe after the wedding, we'll tell her." Sarah said and Brendon nodded.

"You really think she'll like this? What if she doesn't want another-"

"Trust me, she'll love the surprise."

I was too tired to stay awake for the rest of the conversation, so I fell back asleep.

****

"Hey, did you ever think about your future children before you made the Girls/Girls/Boys and Build God, Then We'll talk music videos?"

Brendon made a face, "No, I just went for it. Why do you ask?"

"I mean, that porno mime made me feel uncomfortable on a high level, and damn, that Girls/Girls/Boys made me sweat."

Brendon hit my arm and laughed.

"Did you ever think about having kids though?" I asked.

"Well, yeah, I always wanted kids, but I thought I wasn't responsible enough."

I laughed and grabbed his arm, "I see why."

Brendon pouted and laid his head on my lap, "Kitten, am I a good dad?" He asked and I immediately nodded.

"A great one."

Brendon smiled and sat up, ruffling my hair. "Hey, why don't you go see what Kenny's doing? I'm gonna take a nap. I've been up late last night working on the album." He says and I nodded. "Okay."

We both got up and went our separate ways.

I walked looked out the slide door and saw Kenny sitting out there talking to Dallon.

How about a swim?

I walk up to my room and in my drawer, then grabbing my swimsuit.

Going into the bathroom, I take off my clothes and slide on the swimsuit, tying my hair up in a bun.

Walking out the bathroom, I walk back downstairs and out to the slide doors.

"Hey guys." I said as I passed Dallon and Kenny.

"Hey kid. Going swimming?"

"Yep."

I walked straight to the pool and walked in. The water was cold, but I soon warmed up.

I swam around freely, making sure to stay near the concrete since this pool is like 10 feet deep, and I'm only 5'4, or however tall I am, either way I'm still short as hell.

Memories from when Dallon threw me in the pool came back, and I realized I could've died if he threw me farther in the pool. That lucky bastard.

Now I'm bored.

"Silly rabbit, you okay?" Dallon asked.

I looked up at him, "Yeah, why?"

"You're face looks like a tomato."

I giggled, "This pool's a sauna." I lied. Kenny chuckled.

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(A/N: WARNING, A SEMI-BIG TIME SKIP NEXT CHAPTER. GET READY FOR WEDDING)