"God, you're such a fucking asshole, you know that?! I'm so fucking sick of your stupid fucking ways." Spencer yelled; his veins popping out of the side of his neck and head, and bright red from the neck up. Brendon couldn't quite remember what he was so mad about in the first place? Was it the dog that he left on his pillow? Was it the holes he burnt into his favorite jeans that he planned on wearing to his date? With that Haley girl he didn't like. Was it the screaming? The embarrassment in public? Was it the time Spencer's mother called and Brendon moaned obnoxiously in the background? He thought about it as he watched Spencer pack his thing angrily. Brendon had been resting on the couch obnoxiously; with one leg over the arm of the couch and the other around the other arm, and he slouched in an awkward position to show Spencer his ass.

"You can't leave, my Father is paying you to stay, remember?" Brendon smirked devilishly as he drank his whiskey and smoked his cigarette; ashing it every once in awhile on the floor (he didn't care for smoking much). He was perfectly at ease with that fact that Spencer couldn't leave.

"Nope, not anymore you fucking brat, I'm done with you." He said, zipping his suitcase hurriedly and slamming it back on the floor out of anger, he began his leave when Brendon- "Hey! You can't call me that! Do you even know who I am?!" Brendon growled, snapping up quickly and stubbing his cigarette out on the couch and downing the rest of his whiskey, putting the glass on the side table calmly.

"Shut up, Urie" Spencer poked his chest aggressively. ",I don't give a single fuck anymore." He shoved passed him and was quick to exit the bedroom and down the fall of the mansion, but those words only boiled in Brendon's mind, he couldn't let that go, he wouldn't. He ran after Spencer, but not knowing which way he went sent him into an even further rage. He began to kick and punch holes into his father's wall, knowing that didn't stop him, his rage only wore on, stronger.

Brendon let out a high pitched scream; letting the staff know it's "Tantum Hour". His breathing began to pick up, it was faster and faster as his anger bubbled inside him. He crawled arggresively back into what was Spencer's room, but he fucking quit. How dare he fucking quit on him. He had no right in this world, did he even know who he IS anymore? He is the son of the richest man in Seattle, that's who!

He tore up the matters with all the sheets, pillows, comforter. The mirror and vanity, the walls; oh the walls. He had taken scissors to them, scrapping them, there had been broken glass and feathers everywhere. Everything had been touched by the Urie tornado, anything with any sort of peace was destroyed by his deathly, poisonous touch.

His last act of anger was to punch and kick three holes in the wall. To punch and kick holes in his father's creation, his pride and joy, his house. The one he spent every penny on since he was twenty years old. He had built it from the ground up for him and his late wife, and of course his bratty, spoiled child, his only child.

Brendon had broke into tears as he ran to his mother's urn. He bent to his knees onto the floor and began to cry. "M-Mother, I don't have a friend in the world, please mommy, I want another friend, one who will do what I say and give me what I say. Better that stupid idiot, Spencer. Please, mommy." He prayed to her.

"What are you doing disturbing your mother in her peace?" A member of the staff asked, the boys father came home from his business trip two days ago but found every way to completely ignore his twenty three year old son who acted like a five year old. Brendon knew nothing but being spoiled. "I want a new friend! I want him now!" He yelled at the staff member, as he got off his knees and walked up to her.

"My old friend was stupid so I kicked him out, now get me a new one before stab you!" He yelled into her face. She huffed and straightened out her apron. She walked away as he let out more inhuman screams.

~

"Sir, your son is getting out of hand. I'm afraid that Spencer Smith has quit and-" She was cut off by a swift hand movement. "Yes, I understand, thank you..uh huh. Okay. Goodbye Richard." He hung up the phone and with his booming voice he yelled.

"Don't you see when I'm on the phone, women?! Now what the hell do you want?!" His glaring eyes made her voice hitch softly. "Y-Your son sir-" She started, trying not to break down and cry. Between him, and his son. She never wanted to quit faster. You have to be a sadist to want to work here, you have to be an absolute psycho. But they paid very well, just sometimes didn't feel worth it.

"What about my son, he's good. He's a good boy. Don't tell me it was his birthday, is it his birthday?" He asked demandingly. "N-No sir, your sons friend...um...quit.." His expression hardened even more as he groaned angrily. "UNGRATEFUL, LITTLE FUCKING CUNT!" He slammed his fist down.

She ran quickly out of the office to leave him to his yelling and shouting.

He quickly picked up the phone and dialed for his assistant. "Susan, my son's friend quit, hire another one, now. Have him here by seven or you're fired!" He slammed the phone back down, effectively ending the phone call and breaking the phone.

~

"Hi, you must be..." Susan held her hand out to shake the man's hand. "Ryan, um Ryan Ross." He said timidly, shaking her hand. "And what are some of your interests, Ryan?" She asked, pulling out her pen and paper and beginning to write something down, which made Ryan nervous.

"I-I want to be a writer, ever since I was a kid, like, I've always wanted to try and write fictional novels and trilogies and stuff." She hummed in response as she continued to write. He gulped loudly. "Well Ryan, I don't know if you're exactly what we're looking fo-"

Her phone began to ring, she looked worried, he was worried. "Y-yes sir" She responded into the phone as it screamed into her ear, Ryan could hear bits and pieces but not all of it. She let out a sigh as she stuffed her phone back into her pocket.

"Well Ryan, I can't give you the other internship, but why don't I offer you another job? It pays a hell of a lot more and it requires you to do almost nothing at all." She said, hiding her worried expression behind a smirk.

"I-Yeah! What's the job?" He asked. She cleared her throat. "Why don't you meet me here-" She had pulled out a piece of paper and scribbled down an address quickly. "-at six thirty, and I'll give you the rest of the details later, hm?" She looked at Ryan, like she was concerned for him.

"See you soon kid.." She quickly got up and walked out of the cafe. Ryan didn't know what to do with himself. This new job felt sketchy and dangerous and he didn't have a lot of time to think about if he wanted or not. He sat and thought about it for an hour before he was told that if he wasn't going to buy anymore coffee, he was going to have to get the hell out.