Brendon was high and drunk by the time he left the party at 2am. His tears had ling been forgotten and he had partied with Frank and his boyfriend Gerard before they finally had to go as Pete was shooing people out of his house.
Brendon staggers out onto the foortpath and drunkenly starts to walk home. Many others were jumping into their cars and driving away, leaving him alone.
He finally sighs and sits down, feeling faint. The alcohol and weed in his system making him woozy. He pulls out his phone and calls Dallon.
"Brendon?"
"D-dalllooon!"
"Why are you calling me?"
"I-i need a ride home."
"I'm still drunk, brendon."
"Don't care, I need youuuu."
Dallon sighs on the other side of the call, "Alright, where are you?"
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FanfictionBrendon decides to text the number he had found etched into a table at starbucks, he never knew such a decision could have such a massive impact on his life. (I STARTED THIS IN 2017 IT IS SO BAD)
