♡Brendon♡

When Dallon saw his broken bass and ukulele in the middle of the room he went pale.

"That crazy fucking bitch!" He yells

Tears filled his eyes as he kneels by the remains of his instruments and picked up the severely broken ukulele.

"I hate her so much!" He cries as I sit beside him and pull him into my chest.

"We'll get you new instruments Dal, it's okay baby." I say, trying to sooth him.

"I worked so hard to buy those and she broke them like they didn't mean anything." He sniffles.

Dallon's father has a sad look on his face as he walks closer to us.

"I'll help you buy a new one Dallon." He says as Dallon sniffles and looks up at him.

"You don't need to dad. I can scrape up enough money on my own." Dallon says quietly.

"No Dal. I should've stopped her from coming into your room in the first place. I didn't think she'd do this." His father grimaced.

"Thank you." Dallon says as he gets up and hugs his father.

"I'm sorry for everything I've ever done to you. It's the alcohol. I can't quit." He's father explains.

"It's okay." He cries into his dad's shirt.

"It's not Dallon. I feel like shit. I don't want to hurt you." His father says as his own eyes fill with tears.

"Dad it's okay. I know that it isn't you when you hit me. You're a different person when you're drunk." Dallon sniffles.

"I'll help pay for a new ukulele but you know how money is tight around here." His father says as he scratches the back of his neck.

"Thank you." Dallon says again as he wipes the tears from his eyes.

"No problem." His dad says as he leaves us to pack.

We packed up all of his things that weren't destroyed but there wasn't much.

His mother cut holes into his clothes and even burnt some in his small metal trash can.

He tried to find a picture to take with him but every single family photo that he had in his room had him cut out of it.

He was in tears again by the time we finished.

He only had a backpack and a suitcase worth of clothes but he was more torn up about the pictures.

His mother may hate him and his dad is a drunk but he still loves them.

All he wanted was one picture so he could at least look at it and remember how things used to be.

Dallon went to the car to put his stuff away but I stayed to talk to his dad.

"Do you have any family pictures that he could take?" I ask as I walk into the living room.

His father looks up at me and nods.

"When I saw her taking the photo albums up to his room I stole a few photos just in case." He says as I follow him upstairs.

"Thank you for this. You don't know how much it means to him." I say and a small smile appears on his face.

"After everything his mom and I put him through he still wants a picture." He says as he shakes his head.

We get to a bedroom and his father unlocks a wooden box and hands me a picture.

It was outside, presumably at a park and they all looked genuinely happy.

Dallon looked about six or seven in the picture and he was missing his front teeth.

"Thank you so much!" I smile and his father laughs.

"He deserves to have it." He chuckles.

We exchange goodbyes and I run out to the car to see Dallon singing along to the radio.

"You were a cute kid." I say as I put on my seatbelt.

"How do you know?" He asks and I pull out the picture.

Tears fill his eyes as he slowly takes it from my hand.

"Did my dad save it?" He asks and I nod.

Dallon leans over and kisses me sweetly on the lips before continuing to look at the picture.

The whole time he drove me to Ryan's, he has a soft smile on his lips.

He kisses me goodbye and I walk into Ryan's house.

I go straight to Ryan's room to find him and Spencer smoking cigarettes near the open window and I join them.

"So what's going on with you and giraffe boy?" Ryan asks before taking a long drag.

"We're a thing now." I shrug.

"What did you do last night with Dallon, Brendon? I think Ryan needs to hear about this." Spencer laughs and I give him a death glare.

"What did you do with him?" Ryan asks.

"We had sex okay!" I say in an irritated tone.

"Who was the bottom?" Ryan questions.

"They switched it up." Spencer laughs loudly and Ryan bursts into laughter.

"That's why you looked so uncomfortable all day!" Ryan laughs and I go red in embarrassment.

"At least I can get some." I glare and Ryan stops laughing and rolls his eyes.

"I wouldn't want to bottom man. Shit's too painful." Ryan says as he begins to catch his breath from his laughing fit.

"It's not too bad while it's happening but you're sore after." I explain.

"Of course you would try bottoming though. Out of the three of us, everyone said that you would bottom if you were gay." Spencer says as he takes a drag of his cigarette.

"Who did you ask?" I say as I glare at him.

"Josh, Lana, Troye, Ashley and Joe. There were more people that we asked but they all said that you'd be a bottom." He shrugs.

"Don't go around telling people that I'm a little bitch because I bottom." I say.

"But doesn't bottoming make you Dallon's bitch?" Ryan chuckles.

"No, it doesn't. I'm a power bottom." I laugh.

"Whatever you say Brendon, whatever you say." Spencer chuckles.

"I am!" I laugh.

"I believe you... Dallon's bitch."

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A/N

Should I finish this soon Sarah?

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you use "it's" a lot. Probs not to readers but damn I've hit the apostrophe button a lot