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When we arrived at the party some girl opened the door for us. I immediately smelled the smelly smell of corn and burgers and other classic barbecue foods. I felt really scared actually because there were a large amount of people her and I knew one. Brendon. What am I doing here?
"Hey, follow me," he said tapping at my shoulder and leading me to the back.
We got to an average size room. Did he take me to his room? There was a poster of Frank Sinatra on his wall and the room had a dark feel to it. Everything was dark except the few bright colored bracelets laying around.
"So, uh, this is my room," Brendon said picking up a few books and putting them to the side. He sat on the edge of his bed after.
The room smelled so great and I was kind of a little panicked that he would see my extreme blushing. I went and closed the door slightly then sat next to him on the bed. My eyes continued to wander the room until they landed back onto Brendon. He was reaching into a mini fridge that was sort of squished into his closet. He had a mini fridge in his room. He pulled out two beers and handed one to me.
"It's fine! Just drink it, heh," he said after seeing my eyes widen extremely. He got up and closed the door more and locked it with a click.
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I'm sorry this is a short chapter I just couldn't continue this part and I felt it was a good end it just happened to be short!
Btw the next chapter they will be drunk so be prepared lol.
Thanks folks bye.
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The Son Of A Murderer
FanfictionRyan's dad is a famous killer. They move out to Oregon where Ryan finds himself practicing guitar more often. One day as he's walking he finds a guitar that leads him to meet a boy. Brendon. DUN DUN DUNNNN SEE WHAT HAPPENS oooh ahhhh
