A/N Hey people of wattpad. Sorry the last chapter was short. I'm going to do chapters based on holidays and important stuff so I can make a sequel to this book. Bye 👋;-)  btw this chapter is in October.

Today is Halloween. Brendon was dressing up as a vampire and I was dressing up as a mummy. (I got the costume ideas from almost Halloween;-) ) "Where's the grass Ryan!? Gerard told us to bring grass!!" , Brendon asked. I looked at him. "Grass? Oh, grass." I waved the bag. " I got it, don't worry. " Brendon grabbed my hand. "C'mon let's go." We started walking to Gerards  house. I held  Brendon's hand tightly as we walked by people. I knew they were secretly judging us. I still couldn't understand how Brendon was so chill with it.

When we got to Gerards house, Brendon yelled, "HAPPY BIRTHDAY FRANK!!!! I GOT YOU GRASS!!!!! ALSO HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!!!" Frank laughed and snatched the weed out Brendon's hand. " Thanks! " Brendon and I walked into the kitchen to grab some drinks. I took a cup with some alcohol and chugged it down. I turned around to see Brendon pouring beer all over his clothes. How was he drunk already?! "Ryan! I want to fuck youuuuu!" , Brendon said. I took his cup of alcohol away from him and kissed him. "Bren, how are you drunk already!? We just got here!" "Sorry baby", Brendon slurred. I groaned. Everyone around us were dancing and doing stuff, but I was here dealing with a drunk boyfriend. "Ok fine, just let me get drunk first.

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   My hair was stuck to my face. Brendon was panting like a dog.  We put our clothes back on and cleaned up the room. Brendon and I walked downstairs to see Frank and Gerard having a full on Make out in front of everyone. Spencer and Jon were so high, they couldn't speak correctly. Brendon yelled, "Goodbye fuckers! Don't get too high!" , and then we left.

As Brendon and I were walking, there was a muffled noise. The noise became clearer. It sound like laughing - Brents laughing. Before I could say anything, Brent came out of some bushes and started punching Brendon. Brendon tried to push him off, but it wouldn't work. "Brent stop!! Please!!" , I yelled. Brent just laughed and kept punching Brendon until he was out cold. I gasped and started crying. Brent ran off before I dialed 911. I was sobbing uncontrollably while the ambulance took us in. "I'm so sorry Bren." , I whispered.

     When we got to the hospital, Brendon's mom was already there. "I'm sorry Ms.Urie." , I said quietly. She looked at me with soft eyes. "Oh Ryan, it's not your fault. You my baby so happy. He's been on cloud nine ever since you came into his life."  I smiled at her and went to see Brendon . He had so many bruises and I felt so bad. Everything was my fault.

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The next morning, I woke up to Brendon groaning. "Ryan my nose hurts!" , he whined. Then the doctor and Ms.Urie walked in. "Brendon, baby, you broke your nose. You have to have a little surgery." , Ms.Urie said. Brendon started yelling. "What the fuck!?" " Brendon, calm down. ", I said while holding his hand. "Fine.", He said. The doctor took Brendon out and his mom sat next to me. "Hey Ryan. I got you some clothes and food. Don't forget to give Brendon his ADHD pills."
"Thanks."
" Shoot, I have to go. Take care. "
"Bye."
" Bye. "

I sighed and changed my clothes. It was so quiet, I hated it. When it was quiet, I had to think. And When I had to think, I would think about my life and how I was a disappointment. I kept thinking about how I was such a bad boyfriend. Why did Brendon even care about me? I was a depressed emo fag who hated his life. I started crying, wondering why such a perfect person like Brendon would like me.