Brallon~ Raised By Wolves

Shopping

"Whatcha wanna do, I'm bored," I whine. Brendon rolls his eyes, we're both watching tv and I feel extremely lonely and unwanted.

"I dunno..." Brendon replies, his eyes stay on the tv.

I'm so alone.

Talk to me Bren.

Notice me Bren.

Please.

I love you.

Talk to me.

Notice me...

Please, I'm bored.

What if we go shopping?

Yes! Shopping! Take Brendon to the mall, get him clothes and then you won't run out of clothes!

It's a plan! I turn off the tv, Brendon replies with a "HEYYY!" I roll my eyes and grab his hand.

"Get your shoes on, we're going shopping!" I quickly run upstairs to my room and grab my wallet, I may or may not steal my parents money once and a while... hey, it's making me happy, now I won't have to share clothes with him.

See, the money's going to a good cause!

I head back downstairs and put my shoes on, I grab keys, yes I'm going to drive. I may not have my drivers licenses but I'm good at driving.

We have a car that stays at home for my parents but they always leave it here, man, my life is.... good? Sure Dal, sure...

We get in the car, Brendon looks around in pure confusion.

I buckle up his seatbelt as well as mine and start driving, we soon arrive at the mall and walk in, Brendon looks around like it's the coolest thing he's ever seen.

"Whoa- Dally! Look!" Brendon says while pointing at the food court.

"I see that Bren, that's the food court, you can buy food here and eat," Brendon nods, he tugs on my arm to get me to walk faster.

"Do you even know where to go?!" Brendon stops walking and turns to me.

"No..." I chuckle and lead him to my favourite store. My holy store.

Hot topic!

My child, my baby, my favourite store, the store I get my ripped jeans from.

A/N my hot topic has ripped jeans, idk if ya'lls do.

The beautiful store I get my band merch that I usually don't wear from.

The beautiful holy hot topic.

We walk in the store, Brendon bolts to the back of the room, he goes to a side wall and finds ripped jeans.

"Look! Cool Dal! Cool.... shirt!"

"Pants Bren, they're pants but called ripped jeans, normal jeans don't have rips," I explain to him, he nods.

"C-Can I... have, em?" I nod, I find a pair that probably will fit him and if they don't, well, whatever, I hate waiting for people to change, it takes so long! Then they have to take it off and all the boring stuff.

"Want three pairs?" He nods, I grab more jeans, oh, and did I mention these are skinny jeans?

Brendon's ass-

Don't talk about his ass.

But Dal, he's your boyfriend, you can admire your boyfriend.

I feel like a pervert.

Shut up and just shop with Brendon asshole.

"See anything else you'd like?" Brendon nods, he heads over to the band merch, he grabs a Green Day shirt.