♡Brendon♡

Having to go wake up and go to school after the most amazing night of sex kinda sucked.

Not to mention that we're both sore cause neither of us mind being a bottom.

When two people limp into school together, you can normally tell what happened the night before.

I try not to limp and it works but I'm in a lot of pain because Dallon's dick isn't exactly small.

Dallon just limps in like everything is normal.

I get all of my things and start to go to Dallon's locker but Spencer and Ryan are talking to him.

At first he looks scared then angry then sympathetic.

They must've apologized.

I got to my first class and Spencer sits beside me.

"I saw you and Ryan apologize to him." I say and a small smile appears.

"He's not bad Bren. He's a keeper. Sorry for being a dick." He says.

"Its okay. Did he accept your apology?" I ask and he nods.

"He said that he just wanted you to be happy and that you were torn up because of this." Spencer smiles. "He really cares Bren."

"I think I'm in love with him Spin. I'm not going to tell him yet but I think I am." I tell him and Spencer only smiles wider.

"Don't wait too long to tell him though Bren." He tells me and I nod.

I feel a smile grow on my face. I have my friends back.

"Also what did you do to Dallon? He's limping worse than when we beat the shit out of him." Spencer says and my smile falls.

"He's not the only one who took it up the ass last night." I roll my eyes and Spencer laughs.

"So you guys like to switch it up?" He asks.

"Last night was the first time we had sex but yes we switch it up." I blush.

Spencer laughs for a few more minutes before the teacher finally walks in.

Then it hits me.

I told Spencer that I was in love with Dallon.

I was definitely telling the truth.

I didn't even hesitate or stutter when I said it and that scares me a little bit.

I have a hard time paying attention throughout the rest of class because I'm thinking about Dallon.

I really do love him.

The class was painfully slow but it is finally over.

I walk to my next class and sit beside Dallon who smiles at me.

"I need to get the rest of my things from my old house." Dallon says quietly.

"I'll come with you." I say and he nods.

"My dad accepts me when he's sober but he's just so bad when he's drunk." He says and I feel an ache in my chest just from seeing him like this.

He has tears in his eyes and his voice is strained.

"I'll protect you okay? He won't lay a finger on you when I'm there." I tell him.

"I trust you." He sniffles back.

♡Dallon♡

I'm terrified.

I haven't talked to my dad since I moved in with Patrick.

He called yesterday and told me that I should get my things before my 'mother' burns them.

I have to go in a few hours and Brendon is coming with me.

He wants to protect me but if my dad is drunk he could get hurt.

It's now the end of the day and I'm starting to think that my bass and ukulele aren't as important as I thought.

I don't want to go back.

I sigh as I sit in my car.

Brendon gets in and kisses my cheek.

"It's gonna be fine." He whispers into my ear.

"Where's your car?" I ask.

"Spencer and Ryan have it at the moment. You might need to drop me off at Ryan's later." He says and I nod.

"Let's get going." I breathe out as I start driving.

The closer I drive to the house, the more sick and panicked I feel.

I quickly stop the car and throw up my lunch on the side of the road.

Who knew being nervous would fuck me up so bad.

I feel Brendon soothingly rub my back as I continue to empty my stomach.

When it finally stops, we get back into the car but this time Brendon's in the drivers seat and I'm in the passenger seat staring out the window.

"I'm not going to let him hurt you Dal. It's going to be okay." Brendon says as he pulls into the driveway.

We get up and walk to the door and at that moment I feel like I'm going to collapse.

I knock on the door and my dad answers.

He's surprisingly sober so I let out a sigh of relief.

"This is your house Dal, why'd you knock?" He asks with a small smile after hugging me.

"It's not really home anymore." I smile sadly.

"I know I might have met you before but I don't remember your name." He says and Brendon looks up from his feet.

"My name's Brendon." He smiles lightly and my heart flutters at his beauty. "I'm Dallon's boyfriend."

"Oh, nice. I'm sure Patrick has given you the 'hurt him and I'll hurt you talk' so we can skip that." My dad laughs and Brendon and I do too.

I love it when my dad is sober. He is really nice but my mom is a bitch and that's what makes my dad drink.

My dad let's us in and we all walk upstairs.

"I haven't been in your room since you left but your mother has so I don't know if everything is still in one piece." He says as we get to my room.

I nod and take a deep breath as I open the door.

The pictures that were hung on my wall are now cracked and shattered and all of my CDs and records are broken but the worst part is what's sitting in the middle of my room.

My bass is smashed into two pieces and my ukulele was probably smashed by the bass.

I look to my father to see he has the same shocked expression as Brendon and I.

"That crazy fucking bitch!" I yell as I kneel down beside my broken instruments.

I loved those instruments with all my heart because I payed for them. I had to babysit for months to get a good quality ukulele and I worked non stop for two summers and babysat to get enough money for my bass and an amp.

How could she just break something I care about that much?

How could she treat her own son like this?

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A/N

Idk how many chapters I wanna make this but I don't wanna make this more than thirty chapters because I want this to be a three part series.

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