(Brendon’s POV) {most of it is texting oop}
When I woke up, the sun was shining through my window, lighting up my room. I groan shoving my face into my pillow. I had a killer headache. After a few moments of me bitching about the sun, I remove my face from my pillow. I notice that Dallon had gotten up, probably a while ago. My phone dings, and I pick it up.
Josh👽: 18 messages
Dalpal: 2 messages
What the fuck Josh?!
Josh👽: hey
Josh👽: did you fuk and suk
Josh👽: I guess so
Josh👽: wiNK WONK
Josh👽: u sleep too much
Josh👽:get up hoe
Josh👽: is it your forehead?
Josh👽: does it use up all of you energy to grow?
Josh👽: that'd make sense
Josh👽:or perhaps
Josh👽: ur just really old so your hairline is running away
Josh👽: R E C E D I N G
Josh👽: LMAO I AM F U N N Y
Josh👽: how are you still asleep
Josh👽: I'll come to your house and eat all your food test me
Josh👽: Tyler can't stop me this time since he's shopping right now
Josh👽: mwHAHAHAHA
Josh👽: SHIT HE JUAT CAME HOME GOTTA BALST
Brendon🤠: wtf
Dalpal: hey B, I'm at my apartment, packing, I should be back soon alright? You looked too peaceful to wake up
Dalpal: just let me know you're okay when you awake
Brendon: I'm alive
Dalpal: gOod
Brendon: go pack u Thot
Dalpal: I'm TaKING A BreAk
Dalpal: thot? Don't talk about yourself sweaty
Brendon: s h o t s f i r e d
Brendon: Josh is spamming me again can I just add us all in a gc so he shuts up
Dalpal: sure bb
Brendon: oh?
Dalpal: m a k e t h e g c
□■My Two Fav Hoes■□
Brendon: hey whores
Dallon: you're so mean wtf
Josh: hOt
Josh: FUCK TYELRDS SLAPPING ME JELP
Brendon: that's what you get
Dallon: i feel like i should continue packing but you guys are funny
Josh: come join the dark side we got cookies and dildos
Brendon: Tyler needs to slap you again tf
Dallon: RT
Josh: STOP BULLYING ME
Brendon: no
Dallon: no
Josh: no -ty
Brendon: no -myforehead
YOU ARE READING
The Party Isn't Over Tonight.. ☆Brallon☆
FanfictionBrendon Urie has a lot of issues. He doesn't quite make the best decisions. Going to this party just happened to be one of the bad choices. Or is it?
