Ryden Hell: The Sequel

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Ryebread: brendon

Bren!: what's this ?

Bren!: I thought you were still pissed at me

Ryebread: ok

Ryebread: first of all

Ryebread: fuck off

Ryebread: I still am

Ryebread: but this is important

Bren!: and second of all?

Ryebread: did you get your drivers license yet

Bren!: no Ryan

Bren!: I'm almost 20 and I can't drive

Ryebread: ok can you not be a sarcastic little bitch for once in your life damn

Bren!: nah

Bren!: I don't like that idea

Ryebread: alright fine fuck you then

Ryebread: I'll go ask Z and probably get murdered for not talking to her for a week

Bren!: wait no what do you need

Ryebread: nothing

Bren!: goddammit Ryan

Bren!: you're taking everything way too fucking seriously

Bren!: what the fuck has college done to you

Bren!: like I was joking Ry

Ryebread: college has made me too exhausted to function if I don't have at least three cups of coffee

Bren!: I thought you hated coffee

Ryebread: I do

Ryebread: living is all about making sacrafices

Bren!: ok Socrates

Ryebread: excuse me

Bren!: what he said some deep shit in his day

Ryebread: yeah but like

Ryebread: you know what

Ryebread: never mind

Bren!: so what do you need

Ryebread: ok so firstly

Ryebread: I need you to not tell Z about any of this

Bren!: wow keeping secrets from your friend

Bren!: smh

Ryebread: fight me Urie

Bren!: nah

Ryebread: ok so anyway

Ryebread: I'm coming back to Vegas for like a week and my dad doesn't know so like a kinda need you to maybe drive me from the airport to my house

Ryebread: wait you still live in Vegas right

Bren!: a bit late to ask but yes

Bren!: yeah I'll drive you tho

Bren!: wait how does your dad not know

Bren!: wouldn't he have to pay for the ticket since you're broke

Ryebread: my grandma bought it

Ryebread: but she's old and weak and can't drive anymore so like

Ryebread: yeah

Bren!: huh

Bren!: fun

Ryebread: yeah

Ryebread: now I gotta go write an essay that I've been putting of for two weeks

Ryebread: so uuuhh bye and thanks

Bren!: that was the first time you've ever actually said bye what

Bren!: usually its like a fuck off or something

Ryebread: yeah it feels weird and I don't like it

Bren!: that's a mood

Ryebread: a big mood

Bren!: fuck I still hate that

Ryebread: you said it first :)

Bren!: fuck you :)

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Some semi-important shit before we get into the complaining that these always are
The next few chapters, either starting with the next one or the one after that, are gonna be real life chapters, but after that it'll get back to texting
Just in case y'all care
But that's all

So uuuuhhh
Saint patricks day was hell
There was
So much horse shit
And my science teacher was there, and he somehow got in the parade and was on this stupid little boat thing right in front of us so I pretty much hated that

We like royally fucked up a lot of cadences because there were a fuck ton of pot holes
Charlie didn't see a few of them and almost fell because of them
So that was interesting

And my legs still hurt a fuck ton, so the walk across the building from latin to band should be fun
Literally all of our backs hurt too
Peter put his drum down after we got back and was like "hey uh my half birthday is coming up so if anyone wants to buy me a new back that would be very much appreciated"

Y'all I'm highkey crying

This place is literally half an our away from my house
And I can't fucking go cause I'm poor and "its a school night"
I'm gonna be exhausted for school anyways I don't see why it maters
But seriously tho look at this shit

Im salty

Idk why I even bother blocking out my address anymore like y'all already know what state and city I live in, what school I go to, my full name
Basically at this point y'all know more about me than some of my friends do
I really need to learn how to keep shit more private