Brendon's POV
Ryan and I have been in a lot of fights lately. He continues to push himself on me. When will he realize I'm better than him? Like, how many hints does it take buddy? I've heard him and Jon whispering behind my back. But , it's fine cause I really couldn't care less.
"I just can't do this anymore, I just want to wear my fruity vests with my floral shirts and write fantastic lyrics to our amazing band." I hear Ryan say. Yeah, those vests are pretty sexy...
"Why don't we just leave? Brendon is narcissistic and Spencer's a druggie." Jon mutters quietly.
"Fuck. I can't. Brendon is literally a god and I can't disobey my one and true only god." Ryan sighs. " He smells so good."
Well he's not wrong...
"Ryan!" I yell.
I hear a squeak and Ryan's little pitter-patter against the floor.
"Where the fuck is my Capri-sun?"
"Right here." He thrusts the Capri-sun into my hand.
I take a slow sip from my mother fucking Capri-sun. Damn, those big ass lips wrapped around that straw like...
"Ryan," I sigh.
"Yes Brendon..." he shuffles out of the room, knowing Brendon wants to be alone.
I needed my alone time because your holiness needs to keep himself charged.
~~~~Time skip hoes~~~~
