This morning I was rudely awakened by Brendon's obnoxious alarm clock, which went off at 6:00 am. The alarm clock is set to wake him up to take his medication. He usually wakes up right away to shut it off but this morning he slept through it. He must've been really exhausted cause he's still sound asleep. I sit up, grabbing a pillow from the other end of the couch, and hit him with it. He doesn't move. Next, I push him off the couch. He hits the floor with a thud and an, "Ow! What the fuck Dal!?" "Turn off your damn alarm clock Bren," I say. "Bite me!" He replies. "I will if you don't shut it off," I say. He laughs, probably not expecting that answer. "Love you too," he says as he gets up to shut off his alarm clock, But by now Africa by Weezer is probably gonna be stuck in my head all day.

I lay back down, closing my eye, and hum the chorus of Africa. "Are you seriously humming that?" Brendon asks while walking back into the room with his pills in one hand and a cup of water in the other. "You chose the song, not me," I say in my defense. "Touché. Come on! get up and make breakfast!" Brendon whines. "You make breakfast," I whine back. "All you're getting from me is cereal," he says. "Yum! I love cereal," I reply. "Stale cereal?" He asks. "Fine," I say sitting up, "Let's go find a place to eat." I get up off the couch and head towards our bedroom.

I enter the room and walk over to the dresser. I dig through all of my floral dress shirts for a plain white t-shirt. Brendon comes walking into the room and just stares at me. "What?" I ask. "Oh nothing. I just like watching you with no clothes on," he admits. "Really?" I raise an eyebrow at him. "Really," he smiles, "So continue what you were doing, don't mind me." Oh. So that's the way he wants to play. I slowly shimmy out of my pants, making sure to shake my ass at him. "Mmmm," he moans. "You like that?" I ask. He nods his head vigorously. I smirk, then walk towards him as I remove my shirt and toss it on the ground. "How 'bout that?" I ask him. "Uh huh," he says practically drooling. I start to kiss his neck. He moans even more. "Are you glad we have our own place now?" I ask, then go back to sucking more hickeys on his neck. "Mhm," he hums. I start making my way farther down his neck. I grab his ass and he gasps. Then I hook my fingers into his pajama pants. I get down on my knees. I take one of my hands and palm him through his pants. As soon as I feel him get hard I pull away. I walk back to the dresser and finish getting changed.

"That's just wrong," Brendon says, "I hate you." "I know you do, but we can't have dessert before we have breakfast," I say. "I swear to god I'm going to get you back for this. Ugh!" He grunts. I put on my black dress pants and my black leather jacket. "Hurry up and get ready. I'll be out in the car," I turn to leave the room, then turn back and say, "oh and don't take too long jacking off. I'm getting hungry." "Fuck you!" I hear him say as I leave. I grab the car keys and get on the elevator. Ten floors down this guy who looks a little younger than me with bright green hair gets on the elevator.

He looks at me and says, "Hiya. My names Awsten." I smile at him. "You must be new. I've never seen you before. What's your name?" He asks me. "Dallon," I say trying to be nice. "You're cute," he pauses for a second then continues, "I'm sorry. I usually don't act like this. I mean I don't know if you're gay or not. I mean I don't want to assume your sexuality. I don't know, I just felt like you should know that, because you are. And now I'm rambling." "It's fine. I have a boyfriend though," I say. "So then what's your sexuality?" Awsten asks. "I'm bisexual," I say as the elevator door opens at the first floor. "I'm 19 by the way. I'm on vacation with my parents, I'm sure they wouldn't mind me hanging out with a stranger though," Awsten says as he follows me out of the elevator, "I mean that's assuming you'd wanna hang out. Do you?" "Uh, I'm kinda busy right now," I say. "It's cool. Hey, I'm staying in room 4622 on the 46th floor. It would be cool if you stopped by when you're not busy. My parents have some drugs and alcohol hiding in the room and I know where they are," Awsten says trying too hard to get me to like him. "I'll think about it. I gotta go," I tell him leaving the lobby and heading to my car that is parked in the reserved parking spot.

I turn on the radio and Africa by Weezer is playing, I'm triggered. I lean my chair back and close my eyes. Gotta make up for the sleep Brendon made me miss, and of course right when I start drifting off to sleep Brendon enters the vehicle. "Did you have fun?" I ask. "Shut up," he tells me. "What? It's a serious question. I want to know if you had fun," I smirk. "Would've been more fun if you were there," he winks. God he makes it so hard to tease him when he just teases me back. "I'm starving! Where do you wanna eat?" I ask. "Ihop?" Brendon asks. "Your wish is my command," I tell him. I put the car in reverse and drive off to Ihop.

"Bitch you passed it!" Brendon squeals. "No I didn't. The GPS says it's up here," I say pointing at a gas station. "That's not IHOP you idiot! We already passed it! It's back that way!" Brendon says as he starts to laugh hysterically. "Oh whatever. So Mr. GPS how do I get there," I say sarcastically. "Well Mr. Genius if you look right past that Olive Garden you will see a big sign in the air that says Ihop," he points out. "That was not there when we drove past," I state. "Yes it was!" Brendon shouts. I turn around and start driving in the correct direction. Once we get there I pull into a parking spot. Brendon gets out of the car and runs up to the door of the restaurant. I get out of the car and walk to the door. He opens it up and says, "after you kind sir." "Oh why thank you Mr. Urie," I respond. We enter the restaurant and wait to be seated.

"Good morning my name is Debby. I will be your waitress today. What can I get you boys to start out with. "I'll take a milk," Brendon says. "Can I get some coffee?" I ask. "Yes you may. I'll be right back with your orders," Debby says walking away. "What do you want?" I ask Brendon. "I can't decide between the cupcake pancakes and the chocolate chocolate chip pancakes," he says. "Well why don't you get the cupcake pancakes and I'll get the chocolate chocolate chip pancakes and we can share," I say solving his problem. "And this is why I love you," Brendon admits. I smile and blush a little. Debby comes back with our drinks and takes our orders.

"So," I say looking at Brendon. "So?" He asks. "I met this guy in the elevator after I left our apartment. I don't recommend hanging out with him. I think he was on drugs," I tell Brendon. "Okay? What did he look like?" He asks. "He has green hair, like neon green hair-" I say. "Oh I think I saw him. He was listening to music in the lobby." I roll my eyes, "Just stay away from the guy." "Okay mom," brendon says cocking an eyebrow. Debby comes back with our food. "Fine I just won't share my pancakes," I say. "No!" He says making grabby hands at my plate. I smirk at him, "I ain't yo mama." "I know. I'm sorry. You're my daddy," he winks. "I think you just earned yourself a chocolate chocolate chip pancake," I say. Brendon blushes and steals a pancake off my plate.

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After arguing over who was gonna pay the bill I start counting my money to tip Debby while brendon uses the bathroom. I head out to the car and wait for Brendon. He comes skipping out seconds later. He opens the door to the passenger seat and I ask, "What's got you so happy?" "You!" Brendon smiles kissing me on the cheek as he gets in the car. "Why?" I ask. He is really starting to confuse me. "It's time for dessert," brendon smiles.

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A/N: sorry this is just a filler chapter I promise it's gonna get better. I just wanted to publish a chapter since one hasn't been published in a long time.