Birthdaypresent(s) [Broshler]

Mess

"Fuck it", Brendon hissed.
"I'll just drop you off at the entrance so you can go find Jordan. I'll find a place to park the car."

They had been over the parkinglot twice, and not a single spot was free.

"Okay. Okay. Okay." Josh kept repeating as Brendon stopped in front of the large, depressing building.

"Are you sure? You can also wait here and I-." Brendon questioned as Josh made no attempt to get out of the car just yet, but the younger shook his head.

"Ive never been back here after we left Bren. We drove by my old neighbourhood, my school. It feels weird. Intimidating, and I don't like it."

Brendon's hand was shortly on Josh's knee. "It is weird, yeah. But it's only a place of the past, okay? And some good stuff happened here too?" Brendon chuckled, clearing the mood a bit as he nudged Josh's shoulder.

The younger smiled before pressing a kiss on his boyfriend's lips. "Try to park as quickly as you can okay? I don't like to be on my own here."

So Josh jumped out, and took a deep breath as be stepped towards the big doors. "Here we go", he mumbled, trying to convince himself he was just fine.

—

He looked at the signs to find his way to the room Brendon's mom had told him to go to. He followed the route left, quickly locating the elevator to the 8th floor. It opened right away, and as he stepped inside a crowded elevator his heartrate picked up. Reality of the situation was slowly coming through, and Josh hadn't been this uncomfortable in a long time.

He heard soft whispers and mumbling around him, and whether he was just paranoid or it was true, he felt like they were all talking about him. He stood out, his bright pink hair, messed up on top of his head, his shirt and sweatpants while everyone was nicely dressed...

He tried to see the peoples faces in the mirrored wall of the elevator, and his heart stuttered as he recognized an elderly man. Paranoid or not, all these people might know who he was, especially who's son he was and they probably all had their clear opinion on him.

When the doors were finally open, he quickly jumped out of the elevator, following the signs to get to the right room. He followed a long white corridor before he practically ran around a corner. He forgot to check where he was going and bumped into a man.

"Oh, sorry, I-." He started as he took a step back, his heart then dropping to the floor. "Da-." He stopped himself just in time, just before he said the full word. But there he was.

His father.

Every bit of confidence, every bit of certainty of himself shattered as he stared up to the tall man standing in front of him, jaw dropped and eyes wide.

"You..." the man hissed. "What do you think you're doing here? Get out!" The man yelled, and Josh flinched, his hand firmly grabbing onto his phone as if it was a lifeline towards help. Where was Brendon?!

He felt tiny, as if he was a kid again, staring up to his dad. Confused and scared.

"We don't need people like you here, dirt-." His father was cut off from speaking as someone behind Josh called his name. It made Josh look back, a wave of relief rolling over him as he saw Brendon running towards them.

As Josh tried to walk by his father, the man hissed and grabbed his arm. He started yelling again, but Josh yanked his arm free as he glared at his father. "What the fuck did you do to him!?" Josh was sure his parents had something to do with whatever happened to Jordan, and somehow his anxiety switched into pure fury now he had backup.