Notsuperromancey Stories

Apparently I was accused of being a part of a drug deal, which I wasn't. It's not my fault I was in an alleyway where two dudes died because of overdose on something. I was just taking the shortcut home from work and now I sit behind bars. I get to sit here until the dumb cops let me out its like being held hostage here. It's been like 2 hours! I'm almost half asleep when a really good looking man around my age walks in. His hair his perfect, his tattoos are gorgeous, and the man is just the definition of holy hotness. All of the sudden the guard opens my cell, throws the man in, and says, "Make a friend you're gonna be here until someone can get you out." I looked up to see the man just standing hopelessly. "What did you do to get yourself here?" I asked. "DWI, I was .02 % over the limit." I put my head into my hands, "What about you?" He askes. "Apparently I was part of a drug deal when two men OD-ED and I get to suffer." I said. He came and sat down on the bench, put his hand out, and said, "The name is Brendon, Brendon Urie."