𝐌𝐘 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐑 ─ 𝐁𝐎𝐍𝐔𝐒 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓

Two: Sneak Peek at 'OTSN' Part 5.

Sneak peek of: Oh, Those Summer Nights. (Part 5)

                 

"MOTHERFUCKER!"

Brendon harshly slammed his hand down on the table and tossed his pen clean across the room before yanking the paper full of scribbles off of the table and crumpling it up.

He leaned back in his chair and rubbed his hands over his face, then running them through his hair as he groaned in frustration.

Dallon walked in – two beers in hand – and seated himself on the edge of the table, offering a drink and a sympathetic look to his visibly worn-out friend.

"Writer's block's gotcha pretty bad this time, huh?" the older guy cocked an eyebrow and took a swig from his beer bottle, referring to the heaps of crumpled up bits of paper littered all around the room.

Brendon swallowed a mouthful of beer and shook his head. "This isn't just writer's block. I have ideas. It's just that my mind is too fucked up at present to even allow me to get some fucking work done!" he hissed, angrily swiping the yellow notepad he had been writing on off of the table and to the ground.

"Well, if you want my advice," Dallon huffed, reaching down to pick up the notepad and tossing it in front of Brendon, "It would be to try and fix it at the source of the problem and stop taking it out on the poor stationery."

"I never asked for your advice."

"You can't keep on like this, Brendon."

"The hell am I supposed to do?" Brendon growled, aggressively taking a drink from the bottle. "She made it quite clear that she's over me and that she never wants to see me again."

"Firstly," Dallon raised a finger and half-smirked, "she only said that she's over you. She didn't say that she never wants to see you again."

Brendon scoffed and rolled his eyes. "Wow, thanks. I feel so much better."

"Secondly," Dallon continued, ignoring his friend's previous comment, "there's no way that she's over you."

"Tell that to her," Brendon blustered, arching his brows and chuckling lightly, "When I tried, she almost clawed my eyes out."

"You weren't too tactful about it, in her defence."

"Dude, whose side are you on here?" Brendon frowned, throwing both hands up. "'Cause I'm kinda getting mixed signals."

"I'm on no one's side," Dallon stated simply with a vague shake of his head, "You're both in the wrong, you're both in denial, and you both need to sort your shit out so that we can all go back to living peacefully again."

"It's not that simple, Dall."

"Of course it is. But the two of you – or should I say, the three of you – are all acting like major idiots, and you need to just... I don't know... you just need to sort things out!" Dallon said frustratedly, brushing the loose strands of hair out of his face. "Because it's making everyone miserable!"

Brendon opened his mouth to protest, but Dallon hushed him, standing up from his seat and backtracking out of the room.

"Don't even try and argue with me. Go and fix things. Just remember one thing – this is all about (Y/N). She's gotten the worst out of all of this, and if we're being honest, the most important thing here is her happiness. How you and Josh feel is irrelevant."