"smith, again?" brendon asks, looking over the list of competitors for tonight.
"guess he didn't learn the first time?" jon shrugs. he starts to leave the room so brendon can get ready for the night. "oh yea, don't you dare go easy on him, okay? i will personally kick your ass if you do."
"i gotcha." brendon nods, knowing he's planning the opposite.
jon leaves and brendon's back to punching at the punching bag. jon insists on him not wearing gloves or anything so his knuckles are raw and bleeding, he says it's training brendon.
you see, jon acted like his manager, when he was really brendon's childhood best friend. jon helped set up brendon's fights, collected the money, trained brendon.
brendon's been at this since he was a teen. it was mostly just fights at school or back alleys. then someone came up to the two and told them about how brendon could get paid for fighting. brendon dropped out of school once he started getting tons of cash and moved into an apartment with jon.
"brendon it's almost time to go." jon announced to him.
brendon got a quick shower, before changing into black skinny jeans, a gray shirt, and leather jacket. he joined jon in the living room who was sporting blue jeans, a hoodie, and a backpack where he'd keep the money from tonight.
"lets go, urie." jon says, ruffling up brendon's hair with his hand. brendon groans, fixing it back to the way it was. "stop being a diva."
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dancing with a wolf ⥤ ryden
Fanfiction"should've known that you've been dancing with a wolf" or in which brendon gets in fights to get paid and ryan is an unlucky guy
