Thursday, January 31, 2008

hate it or love it

listening to: cat and mouse-red jumpsuit apparatus currently: in love with charlie pace Redmoonchick Responds: Ls: and the crazy thing is on the worse day they didn't close school...stupid asses. krissy: my school cancels classes pretty easily. jenny: yay! i'm glad i was thought of! shadowme: well i needed a new swimsuit because i go swimming at the gym during the weekends. hi, well yesterday was more interesting because the weather was worse then the day before but it didn't make sense because they cancelled school when the weather was barely bad but they won't cancel it when it's negetive ten degrees outside and it's windy as hell and snowing? so my brother and i didn't go but what do i know they might've canceled school after i went back to sleep. i finally finished the lost season three dvd's. just in time for the season premier today. i think my subconcious wants to hurt ryan ross, the lyricst for panic at the disco. reason being i had a dream where he got hurt really bad but also i made out with him so i guess it evened out. well i got like nothing to say so i guess i will post a new story i have been writing. only three people have read it. but there are warnings so pay attention: WARNING: THE FOLLOWING STORY CONTAINS THESE ASPECTS THAT YOU MAY NOT LIKE: drug use, murder, sex (of the gay variety), and swearing. if you don't like it don't read it, i promise i won't be offended. but just don't read it and then go that sucked cause i will laugh at you. and it's kinda like really long (which i did not realize) Slow motion: Brendon Urie stood in the middle of an abandoned dirt covered section of a park. the unusually hot sunlight beamed down on him, he brought a tan hand up to cover his dark brown eyes as he squinted, searching for the boy who was supposed to meet him there. brendon shifted and kicked the dirt at his feet. he was growing more and more annoyed as the minutes slid by slow and hot like the days themselves. he ran his hand through his shaggy black hair and wiped away the sweat that was collecting at his brow. he could hear someone approaching and he turned slightly, his thin white t-shirt clung to his thin body from the hot day. brendon spotted a slightly chubby copper haired boy standing a few feet behind him. brendon turned all the way to face the boy, a grimace on his handsome face. "you made it brent." brendon said to the boy who was around the same age as himself. brendon's voice held no emotion as he greeted the boy, he sounded more bored then anything. the boy named brent fidgeted a little, either due to the uncomfortable heat or from the look that brendon was giving him. "hey-hey brendon." brent said with the fakest smile he could manage to muster. brent looked past brendon at the empty park, his pale hand came up to scratch at his neck absentmindly. "brendon, do-do you remember this is the place we used to come to smoke pot?" brent asked and he laughed a nervous laugh as he stared at the other boy. brendon nodded and he vaugely recalled spending dying summer days huddled under the wooden jungle gym that used to sit in the far corner of the park, with brent and ryan. smoking until the three of them were too high to see and having to sit under that damn jungle gym until night fell when they'd be normal enough to go home. that had been five years ago, back when they were fourteen. "yeah, i remember brent." brendon began as he scanned the park for any sign of other people, or shade. he found none of either. "but i'm not here to discuss the past." he told brent, brent grimaced and brendon took a few steps forward towards brent, closing the space between them. "you're right brendon." brent muttered and again his pale hands scratched at his body, this time his one hand scratched at his wrist. brendon could feel himself growing impatient. he was hot and just wanted to get down to business. "did you bring the money you owe me brent?" brendon asked his voice showing his impatience with the situation. brendon's eyes were fixed on brent and brent squirmed under brendon's strong gaze. brendon had lent brent a few hundered dollars, three to be exact a few months ago. two weeks after he had lent brent the money that he no doubt used on some hardcore drugs, or paying off his drug dealers, he asked brent to pay him back, but there was always an excuse and brent never had the money. brendon always considered himself a patient man but with his own needs coming to light his patience for brent quickly wore thin. brendon could already tell by the look in brent's light brown eyes and body language that he didn't have the money. he felt his insides grow hot and he waited for brent's useless excuse to spill from his equally useless lips. "well no, but i mean i have a good reason brendon!" brent began and brendon let out a sigh. the same heat he had felt inside him from before came rushing back and bubbled thick in his stomach and veins. he was so fucking tired of people using him, of people like brent who always took and took but never gave anything back in return. brendon's mind felt fuzzy as brent's excuse spilled over him. it didn't matter what brent said, brendon knew it was a lie anyway and that if brent wanted to pay him back then he would've already. "godamn it brent." brendon muttered as he felt his heart pick up pace and his blood boil. brendon wasn't sure why he did it but in an instant he had reached his hand down into the waistline of his dark jeans and pulled out the shinning silver handgun. he saw brent's eyes grow large and fill with fear but he didn't stop and he didn't hesitate, not even when brent began to beg. brent turned away from brendon, he turned to run back the way he had entered the park, red dust clouds floating up around brent's legs staining his jeans. brendon never thought of himself as a good shot so he considered it luck when he aimed at brent and pulled the trigger and hit the young man. he watched the boy as if he were in slow motion. he stopped and he could see the bullet enter brent's body through his chest. his pale flesh exploding over his dark t-shirt. brent fell, again like he was caught in slow motion, with a thump to the dirt covered earth. brendon stopped, his breath coming in quick bursts. he stared at brent's motionless body for a good minute and a half before he slowly tucked the gun away, back into the waist line of his jeans. he hadn't brought it to shoot brent, no the idea hadn't really even crossed his mind. he carried the gun always, for protection. it had become a habit for the young man. brendon left the park, his legs moving slowly. he passed by brent's body keeping his eyes fixed on his one time friend. brent wasn't moving but his eyes were open and it sent a slight chill down brendon's spine.a pool of crimson blood was already showing in a circle around brent's body. brendon made his way out of the abandoned park and up the slight hill where his beat up car sat parked near the park enterance. as he got into the driver's seat and started the ignition he thought about what had just happened. he had just killed someone...at least he thought that brent was dead. he wasn't sure and he wasn't going back to check. he hadn't meant to shoot brent and he definitly hadn't meant to kill him but now that he did he wasn't too keen on going to jail so he wasn't going to call the cops either. as he drove down the sparsley occupied streets he figured he'd get caught anyway. someone was bound to go down to that park sooner or later and discover brent's body and he was sure that brent had probably mentioned to someone that he was going to meet up with brendon. yeah, brendon was sure that now the cops were gonna get him. he arrived home about ten minutes later after passing by the local high school where brent's mom still taught english class, the same class that brent and brendon himself had taken only a year ago. brendon's house was a rundown little two bedroom house but it was all brendon could afford. he parked his car and brushed his black bangs out of his eyes as he made his way up to the side door. he pushed the door open as he never bothered to lock it anyway. brendon's feet echoed against the naked walls and the wooden floors. he passed by the modest kitchen and his own room. he would've went inside had he not noticed a pair of feet dangling off the blue broken down sofa. brendon entered the small living room. he was facing the back of the couch so he couldn't quite tell who it was making themselves comfortable in his house. he placed his slightly shaking hands on the back of the couch and looked down, his hair falling down to frame his handsome face. there laying streched out on the couch was another of his friends. pete stared up at him, his brown eyes holding only a hint of surprise. brendon flashed a small smile at the significantly older man. "sleeping off a hangover wentz?" brendon asked and it was pete's turn to grin. "maybe i was just waiting for you." pete said his large white teeth glinting in the dirty light. brendon reached a hand down and brushed it against pete's gorgeously tan cheek. "maybe you just want another fix?" brendon asked as he leaned down over the couch his face close to pete's. pete reached up and cupped brendon's face with one hand and the other wrapped around his arm. "yeah, that could be it." pete whispered as he pulled brendon down and their lips met in a small kiss. somehow pete had managed to pull brendon over the back of the couch so that brendon was resting on top of him and between his clothed legs. pete was all the things brendon liked. on his good side pete was witty, funny, a fucking poetic genius, loyal, and kind twenty six year old. on his bad side pete was a self hating, insecure, needy, attention whore, junkie. either way brendon liked pete's company. he had known pete now for a good two years and brendon would never classify what he and pete did as dating but the two of them were in an on and off relationship. the two of them continued their hot kisses until pete pulled away to peel off brendon's sweat soaked t-shirt. despite how hot it was in the house and the sweat building from the two of them, pete was wearing a gray stained hoodie with a red t-shirt underneath, tight black jeans and scuffed up black converse sneakers. brendon figured it was all the drugs that entered pete's system that now left his body a jumbled mess that was invincible to climates and weather. brendon ran one of his hands through pete's shock of messy black straight ironed hair and his other hand ran along the man's cheek smuding the dark black eyeliner he wore. his hands then roamed to the back pocket of his own jeans where he fished out a small baggie of white powder. pete grinned and reached for the baggie but brendon pulled it away, just out of pete's reach. pete pouted but brendon sat up on pete's legs and opened the baggie before he poured a bit of it on to the top of his hand. pete watched as brendon leaned down took a deep breath and snorted the line of powder off his own hand. he pulled back, his nose dusted in the fine powder and brendon grinned. he repeated the process for pete who too snorted his bit of blow and smiled sastisfied temporarily with this small fix. brendon's hands then roamed down to pete's white cracked belt that he quickly undid. about an hour later pete and brendon were laying in brendon's bed. pete finally ridded of all his clothes and covered only by brendon's crumpled white bed sheet. brendon laid against the headboard of the bed as he caught his breath. he could feel pete moving closer to him and he was half tempted to push the man away because he didn't want pete's hot body clinging to him when it was already ninty degrees in his room, but he let the man lay against him anyway. "brendon." he heard pete start and brendon looked down at him. "yeah?" he asked as he brushed pete's dark bangs out of his eyes. "can i have my fix now?" he asked and brendon wasn't surprised that pete was asking for it. he expected it from the moment he saw pete on his couch. brendon nodded silently and he scooted away from the older man, throwing the covers back and letting the slightly cooler air hit his naked body. brendon reached for the bottom drawer of his nightstand, pulling it open as pete sat up and half draped himself on brendon's back. brendon pulled out a small square mirror that was covered in a fine white residue, he set the mirror on the bed and reached back down before coming back up with a medium sized baggie filled with cocaine and a jug filled with drain cleaner. brendon laid the supplies out in front of him on the bed while pete practically drooled at his side. he poured a reasonable amount out on to the mirror before he opened the drain cleaner bottled and poured a good amount of that into the cap, he then dumped the cap full of drain cleaner into the cocaine and mixed it up before he cut it into two lines, one for him and one for pete. brendon let pete snort his line first. he liked watching how it changed him, how he'd be happier and calmer on the outside but his insides would be like they were put through a mixer. pete dipped his head and snorted his line pulling back with a sastified noise. brendon then snorted his line, he did cocaine a lot but not as often as some of the people he knew and definitly not as much as pete did it. but the high got him off so he kept doing it. when brendon looked back at pete he saw that the man's nose was bleeding the most beautiful shade of ruby red that brendon had ever had the luck to see. part of him wished he had a camera in this moment to take a photo of pete in all his junkie perfection, but the other part of brendon was reminded that this was the second time in the day that he had seen blood. he made a note to himself how pete's blood was a hell of a lot more brighter then brent's was. after pete let the cocaine sink in he came over and kissed brendon, a kiss with too much tongue. pete crawled off the bed and began gathering his clothes from the floor, he dressed quickly because that's what the coke did to him. when he was fully dressed he came over to brendon once more, leaned down and placed a chaste kiss on the boy's full lips. "i love you always brendon." pete said as he shrugged on his hoodie and lingered by brendon's door, almost as if he were waiting for a reply. brendon just laughed, a short shallow laugh and pete echoed it back before he left the room. brendon listened as pete's footsteps echoed throughout the small house and he heard the front door open and close with a sharp snap. brendon wondered if pete was off to find patrick. it was five minutes later when brendon was dressed again, at least slightly dressed he had pulled on his cotton boxers and a new white t-shirt. brendon traveled out into the living room again, this time he headed towards the window pulling back one of the dark green curtains to peer out at the decaying urban life that surrounded him. he closed the curtains and headed to the kitchen where he grabbed a beer and took a long drawn out swig. brendon heard a stifled moan coming from the living room and he turned to see ryan standing against the archway in the kitchen. brendon lowered the beer from his lips and stared at ryan. his brown eyes were glassy but focused on brendon. ryan was desheveled, his white dress shirt was missing buttons, ripped, and stained in different places, he was wearing a pair of black shorts, and a pair of red bath slippers that brendon had gotten him for christmas back when they were sixteen. it looked like ryan had tried to dress himself again. "bre-bren-don" ryan managed to slurr out as he raised his arms out like he wanted to hug brendon. brendon sighed and moved closer to the boy who was a year and a half older then himself. "hi, ryan." brendon said to the brown haired boy. ryan smiled because brendon acknowledged him. his arms still outstreched he reached for brendon. "r-rya-ryan-mi-miss-bren-bren-brendon." ryan slurred as he edged himself closer to brendon. brendon stopped and thought about what ryan had just said. he supposed that it had been around two days since he had last been home.brendon had been staying at gabe's place. brendon usually knew better then to leave ryan alone for too long. brendon can remember the days back when he was fourteen and he smoked pot for the first time. it had been ryan's idea and it had been ryan who had gotten the pot from the older guy who went to their high school, a guy named joe. brendon can remember ryan showing up overly excited while brendon and brent had been in brendon's room playing video games and eating junk food. it had been ryan who talked them into doing it, who told them to go down to the semi-abandoned park and try smoking pot under the wooden jungle gym. brendon had agreed to do it, out of curiousity. he hadn't know then that, that one action would set him on the drug induced path for the next five years of his life he might've let brent and ryan go at it alone. the more brendon thought about it the more he realized that it was always ryan who would investigate the drugs first. when they were fifteen he moved on to cocaine while brendon and brent still smoked pot under the jungle gym, then it was heroine, then crystal meth, painkillers, hardcore booze, then ryan moved on to more abstract forms of getting high, like huffing, and cough syrup. even when he mixed most of those things he still came out fine in the end. but in the spring after he turned seventeen, ryan began doing the drug that would make him what he was today. ryan began eating paint chips. brendon had caught him doing it outside in the backyard and told him what a stupid fuck he was, ryan lied and said he'd quit but he didn't. he kept doing it and he got worse until one day brendon woke him up and found that he just wasn't right, brendon found out that it had been a guy named travis that had turned ryan on to paint chips. brendon beat travis's ass before he took ryan to the hospital. the doctor's kept ryan in the examination room for three hours before they released him and told brendon that the paint had caused brain damage. ryan was legally handicapped now. brendon hadn't believed it at first. his best friend was no longer the same person. brendon watched ryan as he sat in the wheelchair as the doctor's explained to brendon that someone would now have to take care of ryan. it was that day that ryan became a permanent resident in brendon's apartment. often brendon would look at the shell of a person that ryan had become and he would wonder if somewhere deep inside the real ryan still existed. he thought that, that might be the case. after all sometimes it seemed that ryan was still there and that he wanted to do all the things he used to do, like when he and ryan would hook up. sometimes when brendon was helping ryan, ryan would try to kiss him because he remembered that they used to do it. four years later and still ryan was like that and if brendon had had any hope that ryan would be normal again it had all but disappeared by now. ryan was gone, he was replaced by this mirror version who was sick and insane and needed help getting dressed. brendon pressed himself into ryan's shaking arms and ryan put his chin up on brendon's shoulder and brendon could feel him smiling. "ah-ah-bre-brendon." ryan spit out as he wrapped his arms around brendon. "i'm sorry ryan, sorry i left you alone." brendon told him but he doubted that ryan understood. ryan pulled back a bit and looked brendon in the face. "bren-brendon-ki-kiss-rya-ryan?" ryan asked as he attempted to place his mouth on brendon's but brendon pulled away and shook his head. "no, brendon no kiss ryan." brendon began as he looked at ryan's face. ryan was still good looking but it didn't matter, no way in hell would brendon take advantage of the mentally ill ryan ross. "brendon, kiss pete." brendon added hoping that maybe ryan would get the hint. brendon's plan backfired and instead of understanding ryan got angry and pushed brendon away. "bu-but-ryan-lov-loves-bren-bren-brendon." ryan yelled and again brendon shook his head. "no, ryan no love brendon and brendon no love ryan." he told him maybe too bluntly and brendon blamed it on the cocaine he had ingested five minutes earlier. ryan didn't like this answer either so he resorted to all he knew, he started screaming. ryan's screams were earshattering and brendon winced as he began to howl at the top of his lungs. brendon felt panicky now, he didn't want one of their neighbors to hear ryan screaming and think that brendon was hurting him and call the police. the last people brendon wanted to see today was the police. brendon quickly placed his hands on ryan's shoulders and attempted to lead him back to his room. ryan fought the whole way but brendon managed to overpower him and he pushed him into the medium sized room and slammed the door shut, locking it as ryan continued to scream and bang on the wooden door. brendon locked the door and slid down it his arms on his knees as he listened to ryan shouting words now. "ry-ryan-lov-love-brendon." he screamed it over and over again until brendon felt like his skull would explode. he was losing his high quickly so he moved away from the door and went back into his bedroom where he fished his cell phone out of the pocket of the jeans he had been wearing earlier that day. brendon dialed a number and held the phone to his ear as a smooth voice picked up. "william can you bring me some?" brendon asked into the phone. it took william ten minutes to get to brendon's house. brendon was holed up in the bathroom, it was the only place in the house where brendon couldn't hear ryan's screaming that well. william came into the house and called out for brendon, brendon called for him to come into the bathroom. moments later william and brendon were sitting in the bathroom. brendon was seated on top of the toliet seat while william was sitting on the black and white tile floor with his long legs spread out and his back pressed against the wall. the two of them were quiet and they could faintly hear ryan screaming. william ran a hand through his wavy shoulder length brown hair before he reached into a black bag he brought along with him. brendon watched william, william had really girly features and hips to match. he was also handsome and pretty smart, brendon thought that he could be doing something far better with his time if he tried. william pulled out a needle and a vial that was filled with a yellowish white substance, he loaded up the needle and handed it over to brendon along with a thick rubber material. william leaned up on his knees and tied the rubber material tight around brendon's forearm. brendon loaded up the needle and tapped it with his finger. william settled back into his spot on the floor, his dark eyes seemed to peer into brendon's soul. "do you really need that?" william asked, his voice a slow drawl. "do i really need to shoot smack into my veins?" brendon asked as he pressed down on the plunger and injected the drugs into his veins. william nodded. "it helps me deal with ryan." brendon answered him. there is a silence and they can still hear ryan. "wouldn't you?" brendon asked william. william shrugged and brendon grinned as he pulled out the needle and rubber material and handed it back to william. it figures he had to get the drug dealer with a concious. william changed the needle and loaded up another vial of the substance for himself. brendon flexed his fingers as he felt his veins begin to feel fuzzy. brendon closed his eyes as he held his free hand to the place he had just injected himself in. he leaned back against the toliet and he could hear the sound of william injecting himself and the sastisfied sigh he let out. the duo was silent for at least five minutes before either of them said anything. "these are the days we're going to remember." brendon said and william cracked his eyes open to look at the younger boy. "pardon me?" he asked and brendon smiled a sad sort of smile. "it's what ryan used to say while we were doing drugs." brendon told him. "he used to say that these moments, these days were the ones that we were gonna remember. now look at him, he's a fucking special ed kid. what fucking irony." brendon finished and he could almost laugh at how ridiculous it all was. "patrick thinks pete is clean." william said three minutes later and now it was brendon's turn to look surprised. "are you serious?" brendon asked as the memory of he and pete doing coke came floating back into his mind. "yeah, he and pete were getting serious but then patrick told him he couldn't do drugs anymore but pete knew he couldn't stop so he just hides it." william said as he slid a little lower down the wall. brendon suddenly felt that same old guilt that he had felt earlier that day but this time it was mixed with a bit of jealousy. he didn't love pete but he liked when they got together and now brendon felt like he was just being used by pete, he felt like the drugs. "do you think we could ever stop living this way will?" brendon asked, he looked at william when he didn't get an answer and he saw that william was laying on his side on the bathroom floor, seemingly passed out. brendon knew that he was okay because he could see the rise and fall of william's ribs. brendon stood and left william in the bathroom, he left the door open in case william woke up. brendon made his way back into the living room and he noticed that the house had once again regained it's quiet composure. ryan had stopped screaming. brendon went back to the kitchen to grab another beer. he then went to the couch and plopped down, he rested there and thought about sleeping for awhile but he was high and he didn't want to waste it. suddenly brendon heard a different kind of screaming coming from outside, it definitly wasn't ryan. brendon moved to the window that faced to the neighbor's house on the right, that's where it sounded like the screaming was coming from. he pulled back the ragged curtain and looked out into the bright day. from his window he could see through to his neighbor's house. the two windows were alinged and brendon could see into jon and spencer's living room. currently he could see jon who was a tall a muscular man, he thought that jon mentioned that he had played football in high school, he had dark brown hair that was shaved into a buzzcut and a scruffy brown beard. he could also see spencer who was a few years younger then jon and about the same age as brendon, maybe older. spencer had medium short brown hair that was always nicely styled, he also had a round babyish face and a thinner frame then jon but a bulkier frame then brendon. brendon could see jon standing , his face contorted into an angry mask of rage. he could also see that jon's hand was tangled into the collar of spencer's shirt. spencer was also standing, more like being held into a standing position by jon. his face looked scared and he had his hands up in an defensive position. brendon could tell that the two men were arguing about something. it looked more like jon yelling at spencer and spencer trying his best to calm his older boyfriend down. something spencer said must've upset jon more then he already was because as brendon was standing there he saw jon pull back his fist and bring it around to strike spencer squarely in the jaw. spencer probably would've fallen if not for jon holding him into place. jon pulled back the same fist again before spencer could recover from the first blow. he slammed his large fist into spencer's face again, spencer's head snapping to the side. spencer knew what was happening and was now begging, brendon could tell. he was begging for jon to stop. jon responded by punching spencer three more times in a role. all the blows were directed at spencer's face. spencer was crying as jon beat him viciously and brendon watched. it just occured to brendon to call the police, this wasn't the first time this had happened. he had heard the two men fight before but he had never witnessed it and he felt a sick feeling in his stomach as he thought of what was happening to spencer. brendon grabbed his cell and began dialing before he suddenly hung up the phone. he wanted to call but it was the cop deal again. he didn't want cops near him if they didn't have to be. ecspecially with a passed out drug dealer in his bathroom, cocaine residue in his bedroom, and a mentally ill twenty year old boy locked in his spare bedroom. brendon moved back to the window to make sure that jon hadn't killed spencer yet. spencer was now on his knees, his head lolling side to side and his arms defensivly over his head. jon was still swinging on the younger boy and brendon's eyes caught his fist. he watched as jon's fist had an arc as he swung and brendon found it oddly beautiful. suddenly jon looked over directly at brendon as if he knew he were watching the whole time. instantly he dropped spencer, who fell back out of sight of the window. jon's eyes were connected with brendon's for half a minute and there was a look of fear and anger in jon's eyes that made brendon scared and sad at the same time. brendon dropped the curtain and blocked jon from his mind. he only hoped that jon wouldn't touch spencer out of fear that he would have the police called on him. brendon moved back to the couch and flopped down on it. it still smelled like pete from earlier. brendon closed his eyes and imagined pete at home with patrick, snuggled into patrick's arms and how pete could so easily lie to and cheat on patrick. brendon felt a little strange, he supposed it could've been that he hadn't mixed so many drugs in his system in a long time, or it could be that he was realizing that he was just as bad as jon. brendon had killed brent at 1:00 that afternoon. how was he any different from jon? jon beat spencer because jon hated his life, brendon killed brent because brent couldn't give him the money that he needed to sustain the life he hated living. as brendon sat and though about things he thought that it felt like death was hovering around him, because he had killed brent he had called attention to himself in death's eyes. he was a mark and brendon felt that he wouldn't live much longer. it was just a feeling he was having, it could just be the drugs but it felt more real then that. brendon didn't think he would mind too much if he died. what did he really have to live for anyway? the only thing he could even think of was ryan but maybe if he was dead ryan would get the care he really needed and deserved. he was sure that he'd miss pete but pete would have patrick to comfort him. everyone else had someone, or at least something to comfort them. brendon wouldn't be missed for too long. hell the life he was leading he already felt dead so why not just make it legit? brendon didn't feel like being philisophical any longer so he stood and left his house with his cell phone in hand. he thought about driving but he knew it wasn't smart to drive after shooting up. brendon decided on walking. he passed by william's sleek dark blue sports car on the way out the driveway. he trudged down the empty sidewalks, his sneakers slapping against the hot pavement. brendon passed by jon and spencer's house and he kept his eyes locked on the clone of his own two bedroom house. it was quiet so brendon hoped that meant that spencer was recovering somewhere away from jon. after ten minutes of walking brendon grew overly tired and began to regret his decision to walk. he stopped on a street corner and leaned against a stop sign as he pulled out his cell phone and dialed another number. andy's voice filled brendon's ears a few moments later. "hey, andy it's brendon." brendon greeted his friend "hey, bren what's up?" andy asked and brendon could tell that he was in his car and probably driving. "i'm on delancy street...i'm high and i kinda need a ride." brendon told him and he only felt a bit of shame as he confessed to andy. brendon heard andy sigh a little and mutter something to someone else before he answered him. "alright, i'll come get you." he told him and brendon thanked him as he hung up the phone. ~red~

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