A/N: Before I start this chapter I am going to write what happened when Brendon met Breezy. The new chapter will start when you see ***.
Great. Just great. Why are all of Dallon's exes trying to take him from me. I mean I know Gerard has no chance of getting Dallon back but this breezy girl might. I can't keep thinking about her. I decide to start warming up like I said I was going to. I grab a piece of paper towel, fold it up, grab my tongue, and start doing the scales. While I'm finishing my warm up Dallon walks in and following behind him is a girl with a dark blondish brown hair color. She waves at me. "And this is our dressing room," Dallon says, "It's nothing fancy. Just a locker room because this is a sports arena. Oh and meet Brendon." Dallon points to me. I glare at her. "Hi! I've heard so much about you!" She says. "I bet you have," I say with a bit of an attitude. Dallon is giving me a look saying be nice. "You have an amazing voice!" Breezy says. "What? Are you trying to butter me up before sneaking off to the bathroom with Dallon?! What? Didn't think I'd catch on to your plan? I know why you're here." "Brendon!" Dallon yells. "What? I'm not an idiot! It's okay. go do it and then never come back here again!" "Brendon Boyd Weekes!" Dallon yells at me again. Breezy runs of of the room. "Don't think I don't know what her intentions were! I knew it from the moment she got here!" I yell back. "You are such an idiot! She is just a friend and you know I would never cheat on you! Especially with a girl! You're an asshole! Stop being a child and go apologize to Breezy!" Dallon walks out the door. "That's right go find Breezy! Go make sure she's okay cause I don't matter to you anymore!" I shout after him. He comes back in the room and yells. "Don't talk to me either until you start acting like my husband again because he sure ain't you!" Dallon storms off again slamming the locker room door behind him.
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BrendonWeekes: this is my fuck me face
DallonWeekes: more like the I am fucking you face
BrendonWeekes: let's settle on the fuck me harder face
DallonWeekes: fine but then my face is the... Are you sure you want me to fuck you harder face
BrendonWeekes: I should post this and ask the fans to caption it to see what they think our faces look like
DallonWeekes: well mine looks like trash
BrendonWeekes: fine then I'm the toilet
DallonWeekes: you are like a gold toilet
BrendonWeekes: and you are like Kim Kardashian's trash can
DallonWeekes: lies I'm more like Donald Trump's trash can
BrendonWeekes: so you're full of empty orange spray tan bottles?
DallonWeekes: don't remind me
BrendonWeekes: wait so who's toilet am I?
DallonWeekes: mine
BrendonWeekes: why yours?
DallonWeekes: because you like when I put my ass on you
BrendonWeekes: true
BrendonWeekes: speaking of your ass on me...
DallonWeekes: what
BrendonWeekes: when are you gonna ride me again? We haven't done it since our wedding night
DallonWeekes: hey I'm not used to bottoming like you are. I'm still recovering. I still can't walk right after our wedding night.
BrendonWeekes: bullshit
DallonWeekes: hey you fucked me real hard
BrendonWeekes: #1 you're over exaggerating #2 I feel like someone is going to look over my shoulder and read our messages
DallonWeekes: do you always have people around you when we're messaging each other?
BrendonWeekes: almost. I just don't like human interaction especially with strangers getting me ready for a photo shoot.
DallonWeekes: well then I'm going to let you go
BrendonWeekes: whyyyyyy
DallonWeekes: so you can socialize and so no one looks over your shoulder and reads our messages
BrendonWeekes: really now you care if people read our messages? Where's Dallon and what did you do with him?
DallonWeekes: he was abducted by aliens and I'm a clone of him.
BrendonWeekes: makes sense
BrendonWeekes: when he gets back to earth tell him to start prepping himself ;)
