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brendon

four

i stood in front of my bathroom mirror, pushing my hair up into a quiff with my hair gel.

"hey, bren, it's 4:52. don't you think we should leave for the party?" i heard dallon call from my bedroom. i looked in the mirror one last time, adjusting my black leather jacket over my plain white shirt.

i walked into my bedroom that was connected to the bathroom and nodded.

"yeah, let's go,"

we walked down the stairs, out the front door, and got in the car before driving towards the direction of the party.

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ten minutes later, dallon and i were walking up the walkway to the house that was already blaring music that you could hear from down the street. i looked over to dallon before opening the door and walking in.

as soon as we walked in, we were greeted with pats on the back and people offering us drinks, which i declined. i had only been in the house for 10 seconds...i didn't want to get drunk just yet.

as we continued to push through the people, i accidentally collided with a girl who wasn't much shorter than me and had long, dark brown hair. i was slightly confused, i hadn't recognized her.

"sorry, it's pretty crowded in here," i chuckled. she nodded.

"it's no problem," she smiled slightly before walking away.

i watched as she walked towards the back door to go outside. she was kinda pretty. i wonder who she is.

"bren?" dallons voice snapped me back into reality.

"oh sorry, what?"

"i said, do you want to go get a drink?" he said over the very loud music. i nodded and we continued to squeeze through the crowd of people.

we finally made i to the kitchen after what felt like forever and we walked to the fridge. i watched as dallon grabbed some vodka and poured it into a cup. he eyes me suspiciously.

"are you not getting anything?" he asked, obviously confused. i shook my head before grabbing a can of coke from the fridge. it snapped open and i began to drink.

"brendon! my man!" i heard voice calling for me. i turned my head to see the one and only pete wentz. he had only graduated last year, but he was still very well known throughout the school.

"pete, hey bud. how's it going?" i said as he put his arm around me, shaking me a little bit.

"pretty well, i guess. me and some friends just started a local band. we haven't done any live gigs yet, but we will soon," he smirked. my eyes widened at the sound of this.

"you started a band?" i asked in disbelief. he nodded.

"you remember patrick, joe, and andy from last year?" he asked. i nodded.

"yeah well, joe plays guitar, patrick plays guitar and sings...he has such a soul voice, and andy drums," he explained. i nodded once again.

"well, i'm sure you guys are great, can't wait to hear you," i said before patting him on the back and walking away with dallon.

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