bren the fren: people are at the area where we chill doing some cleaning shit or something theres a 7-11 like right next to/under the highway we're gonna be there be there or be square motherfucker (delivered at: 11:19 AM)

ryan rolled out of bed at 12:15 PM, stretching his back and arms, the memories of last night flooding back to him. he remembered dancing with brendon for hours on end. he remembered each bad pun and each time he smacked brendon's arm for telling a bad pun.

he remembered each kiss like it had just happened.

he smiled at the memory and quickly got dressed. it was a windy july day, high sixty degree weather. ryan quickly dressed in a red gradient t-shirt, his baggy white sweatshirt and black cargo shorts. he decided not to wear his binder today just to let his chest breathe. he tussled his hair in the mirror above his dresser and grabbed his keys and a few dollars, shoving them in his back pocket.

to bren the fren: ill be there in fifteen xoxo

ryan quickly threw on his converse and ran downstairs. "mom! im going out, don't wait up!"

"honey, wait!"

ryan stopped quickly, turning on his heels. with an impatient tone in his voice, he groaned, "what, mom."

"please, be safe. i don't want you to be hanging around with the wrong crowd." 

ryan scoffed quietly, "mom, i know what crowd to hang out with. i'm perfectly safe." 

with a sigh, she nodded and let him go on his way. he swiftly left the house, shutting the door with a slight thump noise. the walk towards the highway from his house was about ten minutes. he quickly made his way down the streets and sidewalks, trying to make it there as fast as possible.

he almost silently made his way through peoples backyards and over their fences. it was a very small town, only about two thousand people, and most of them were middle aged people or elders, so people were normally out of their houses at this time at work. so, it made it easier for ryan to make it through their backyards towards the 7-11. 

in about ten minutes time, he reached the 7-11. brendon, tyler and josh were seated outside the door, brendon with a cigarette in his lips, tyler and josh sharing a slurpee. 

"what up, gays," ryan announced as he arrived. the 7-11 looked old, beat up. graffiti littered the outside walls and parts of the parking lot ground. it was located very close to the highway, about twenty yards away. holding up the highway roads were pillars, also covered in graffiti. the sky was dim and cloudy and gray, rain threatening to spill.

brendon looked up when he heard ryan's voice and smiled, the cigarette clamped between his teeth. "hey babe," brendon said, kissing ryan gently. brendon thought ryan tasted like mint toothpaste and whiskey. ryan thought brendon tasted like cigarettes and blue raspberry jolly ranchers. of course, they were both weird combinations. but, it was just there.

"wow, you guys actually did hook up," josh said from his seat on the floor, "i thought brendon was bs-ing us." 

brendon rolled his eyes and flipped josh off, to which he looked offended, but went back to sipping his slurpee with tyler. 

"alright, where's the gang?" ryan asked.

"lynn and alexa are at the back of the store spray painting some shit, max, steven, ashley and melanie are having a slurpee chugging contest, whoever pukes last wins, jack is the manager of here and alex is a cashier, while jenna and tay aren't here today because they had to work." brendon explained in once huff of breath. once he finished speaking, he took in a sharp inhale of breath and began coughing. 

"chill the fuck out," ryan started, laughing warmly, "let's go inside?" 

brendon held the door open for ryan and he was shocked at what he saw. 

melanie, ashley, max and steven were all seated atop separate shelves, chugging big gulps full of coca-cola slurpee. jack and alex were seated on the cashiers counter, alex in jack's lap. they were making out furiously. lynn and alexa had found their way back into the store and were sitting on the ground, opposite each other on opposite sides of the store. they had paint stained clothes, banadanas around their necks and they were throwing skittles into each others mouths. 

"guys, what the fuck," ryan said, shocked at what he was watching. wasn't this a store? couldn't people just walk in at any moment? jack and alex should be fired, this store looks like shit.

"it's for the punk reputation, let them be." lynn muttered.