Brallon~ Raised By Wolves

Meeting Dallon's Parents

A/N OMG THX U FOR THE READS! I honestly thought no one read FanFiction anymore XD thx u for still reading ppl.

~lunch time BecAuSe I cAn~

I drag Brendon to lunch.

Tyler already had his food and was sitting alone.

I walk Brendon over to Tyler.

"I need you to watch Brendon," I say while placing a hand in Bren's shoulder.

"Whyyy?"

"I thought you loved him," Tyler gives me and annoyed look.

"Please, I'm just getting us food!" Tyler rolls his eyes.

"Fine," I grin.

I pick Brendon up bride style and tilt a bit so I'm making him sit down.

I let go.

"Stay here, stay with Tyler," he nods.

I leave to get food.

On the way to the line I see Josh, he's talking to Ryan.

Wait Ryan?

What?!

I thought he was coming back from his trip in another month!

"RYAN!" I shout while running at him.

Ryan is a great friend. I'm friends with two Ryan's.

Ryan Ross is my neighbour I actually hang out with sometimes and then there is Ryan Seaman.

Both great Ryan's.

I pull Ryan into a hug.

We pull away.

"I thought you weren't coming back till like... uh, I don't know," I chuckle quietly.

"Heh, yeah, I actually got sick so we were like, let's just go back home," Ryan explains.

"So, you've made a new friend?" I shrug.

"More like a pet," I reply honestly.

"His name is Brendon," Josh cuts in.

"He was raised by wolves and now he's learning English and shit," I was about to go on but a pissed off Tyler walks over with milk in his hair and mashed potatoes all over Brendon's face and in his hair.

Tyler was holding his wrist.

"Your stupidfuckinganimalfuckingfoodfuckingassholebitchasswhore." Tyler began grumbling to himself, he pushed Brendon at me and walks off.

"I'll go help him," Josh says while leaving.

"Ah, so he's Brendon?" I nod.

He tries licking his cheek that has some potato on it.

"What'd you do?" I ask Brendon.

"B-Brenny-" he starts talking but then points at his stomach.

I roll my eyes playfully.

"Ryan we'll have to see you later, you'll have to sit with Pete and them," I wave goodbye and grab Brendon's arm.

Brendon yanks his arm away and hold my hand.

I agree to do and hold hands as we're walking.

We walk into the boys bathroom.

Brendon stares at himself in the mirror.

He puts his free hand up, he jumps at the sight.

Bren grabs me and makes me bend down so I'm shown.