So this story has gotten attention so I thought I so start writing again since it's been like two months anyways I hope you enjoy !
Barry's broke ass finally got home from a long nights of working. He walked into his tiny ghetto apartment into his tiny somewhat "master " bedroom and fell asleep on his bed. See Barry loved his bed and always found comfort in it, but tonight's he really cherished the feeling of laying on such a bed bug infested mattress. The feeling of relief soon melts away when thoughts of the love his life Brendon floods his head. He wonders if he'll make enough money in time for the concert. The thought of seeing Brendon fucking Urie LIVE gives him hope everyday. In the past Barry was hella suicidal and hella emo. Ma nigga had a rough past( Yall can learn about that later on).
Soon enough Barry falls asleep.
