Warning: Fluff

Contains: Homophobic remarks, strong language, violence (kinda, not that much but still)

[A/N: Brendon is 18 in this and a senior, Ryan is 20 in this and Dallon is 22]

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Brendon's P.O.V:

I walked down the hallways of school hugging my books. I then saw his biggest bully. Jon Walker.

I kept my head down to ignore him but it didn't work. "Hey, faggot!" Jon called out. I kept my head down and pretended not to hear anything. "Faggot, I'm talking to you." Jon said, walking over to Me. He pinned me against the locker and punched me in the face. "Don't you know to answer people when they talk to you?" Jon asked a rhetorical questions. "Of course not. You're such a faggot that they abandoned you when you were a kid." Jon laughed, he pushed me down to the floor and kicked me in the stomach.

When the bell rang they all scrammed leaving me in the hallway alone by myself. I tried to get up but I fell down again.

"You can do this, Brendon." I said to myself. I used my hands -which hurt less- to guide myself up. After I got up, I used the locker doors to get myself to the front entrance. No way in hell am I going to school.

I started limping to my boyfriends' and I's house. After I came as gay to my parents and told them I had two older boyfriends they kicked me out. I've been living with Dallon and Ryan ever since. Dallon has taken over his fathers company and is working for him and Ryan is his right hand man, meaning whenever Dallon wasn't around Ryan would be in charge, and when I graduate I'll be working for him too.

Halfway home it started raining. Prefect. I tried to fish my phone out of my bag to call Dallon or Ryan to come pick me but it had turned off due to low battery. Fuck you, Apple.

After thirty minutes or more, I saw the gates of my boyfriends house. I opened the gate and made my way to the stone pathway that went to the front door. On my way I tripped on a rock and fell down. I screamed out on pain and started crying.

"Why is my life like this?!" I asked myself, curling myself to a ball and crying in the rain.

"Brendon? Is that you?" I heard the voice of my boyfriend, Dallon. "Oh my God, Brendon!" Dallon yelled, running over to me and picking me up bridal style.

I started sobbing into his shirt. He brought me home and laid me on our comfortable couch.

"RYAN, BRING BLANKETS!" Dallon yelled, going to where the fireplace was located and lighting it.

I hugged my knees and started crying into it.

"I brought blank- Brendon? Oh my goodness what happened?" Ryan's said, shocked. He quickly ran over to me and put the blankets over my trying to keep me warm.

"Babe, what happened?" Dallon asked, sitting next to me putting his arm around me neck.

"J- Jon-" I couldn't even finish my sentence before sobbing again.

"I'll go make some cocoa. You take care of him." Dallon said to Ryan before going away.

Ryan sat crossed leg on the couch facing me. "Brendon, babe, did Jon do this to you?" Ryan whispered, sadness filling his eyes.

Knowing I couldn't speak, I nodded. I looked at Ryan, he held a sad look on his face. He pulled my into a tight hug and I cried on his shoulder.

"I'm so sorry." Ryan apologized, crying. Ryan used to stand up for me when he was in school with me. Because of him no one picked on me, but after he left I became a easy target.

"I- It- it's no- not y- your f- fault." I said, choking on my sobs.

"Aw, my babies." Dallon said sadly, carrying a tray of three coffee mugs and a plate of cookies. He put down the tray on the coffee table and sat next to me on the couch. "Shh, don't cry, babes." Dallon said, trying to calm us down. He put his arms around me and Ryan's slim figure and hugged us. "Who did this to you, baby?" Dallon asked, looking at me.

Knowing I would break down crying if I spoke, Ryan answered for me, "Jon. The fucker who messed with Bren when I was in school with him." Ryan said angrily.

"My poor babies." Dallon pouted. He didn't knew Jon since he was older. But from the stories Ryan and I had told him he knew enough.

I crawled onto Dallon's lap still having the layers of blanket wrapped around me.

"Bren, your face is dirty." Dallon said, looking at my dirty and blood covered face.

"I'll go get the first aid kit." Ryan said, before rushing off to the kitchen to get the first aid kit.

Dallon kept rubbing circles on my blanket covered back and with his other hand, he played with my hair.

Soon Ryan came back to the living room with the first aid kit in hand.

"Thank you, babe." Dal said, kissing Ryan's lips. He then opened the kit and grabbed some gauze, putting on some saline solution. "This might burn a little." Dallon warned before dabbing my cuts with it.

After Dallon finished cleaning my cuts, we all watched a movie with me on his lap and Ryan laying with his head on Dallon's leg.

Third Person P.O.V:

After the couple had finished watching the movie, Brendon had fallen asleep on Dallon's lap. Dallon quietly carried Brendon to their room and gently placed him on the bed. Seeing Brendon was still wearing the outfit he wore to school, Ryan and Dallon picked a over sized shirt and some sweat pants and without waking the boy up, they changed his outfit.

They then went to sleep on their huge bed. Dallon on the right, Ryan on the left and Brendon in the middle. The all crossed their arms forward and cuddled.

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The next day Dallon was the first one up. He went to wake Brendon up when he saw his face was starting to turn black and purple.

"Brendon, baby wake up." Dallon gently shook Brendon's shoulder, trying not to hurt the boy.

"Dally, my entire boy hurts." Brendon cried.

Right as Brendon starting to cry, Ryan woke up, looking around around confused but he connected one and two together.

"Dal, why don't you take care of Bren while I take care of business?" Ryan asked, but it was more of a demand than a question.

Dallon nodded and went back to the crying boy.

Ryan quickly got ready. Wearing black jeans, a white shirt, some matching black shoes and of course, eyeliner. He grabbed his car keys and went out the door but before he went out he needed to stop somewhere.

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Ryan pulled over in front of his old high school and Brendon's current one. He quickly stormed in, people looking at him and wondering why the Ryan Ross was back. Some were talking about his expensive clothes and some were not giving a damn.

"Excuse me, have you seen Jon Walker?" Ryan asked a boy with neon yellow hair.

The boy was about to respond when he was cut off. "I'm Jon, what do you want?" Ryan looked around and saw it was the same Jon. Only a bit older. Anger filled Ryan's body, he quickly pulled his arm back and punched Jon straight in the nose. Everyone who was passing by stopped and looked at the two boys. "What the fuck was that for?" Jon asked, rubbing his nose where he was currently punched.

"NEVER HURT BRENDON AGAIN!" Ryan whisper-yelled. He looked so threatening that if a pregnant woman saw him they would deliver their baby. Before Jon could respond, Ryan took another swing at his face and walked away to his car.

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[A/N: Forgot to say this in the last chapter but if you have any requests please feel free to message me.

Okay bye!]

~ Mari