For the second day in a row, Brendon woke up due to someone knocking on his door. This time, however, he actually shook his groggy brain awake, and changed before he opened the door.
Waiting patiently was Pete and Patrick, wearing apologetic expressions. Brendon glanced at them feeling nervous due to the fact that they look sad. Are they already kicking me out? I haven't done anything wrong yet! The teen thought to himself.
Resigned, he followed the two to the living room, and sank gracelessly into the comfy couch. The brunet wished that he could be anywhere besides where he was. Once he heard that Patrick had cleared his throat, Brendon devoted his full attention to the soon-to-be conversation.
"When I first met you," Pete started, "you told me that you were fifteen, is that true?"
The teen simply nodded in response, dreading about what the other male intended to talk about.
"So," Patrick interjected, "we've, Pete and me, have been wondering about your school situation, since tomorrow's Monday."
Bremdon could feel panic rise up through his body at the unexpected words. They're right. Oh gosh. How the hell am I gonna even look Sarah in the eye after how she ruined me? Will everyone at school know about me? I can't, I can't. Not yet.
Though they had a point, the young adult knew that he needed more time to face his classmates and pretend that everything's okay. Let alone being able to pay attention in class and actually finish homework.
"Brendon?" Pete called out, ripping him from his thoughts, a worried look on the blond's face.
The teen blushed from embarrassment. "Sorry," he scratched his neck, "I just got caught up in all this. I don't think I'm ready to back."
Patrick nodded, a slight smile on the hat-lover. "That's fine, but we're gonna have to visit your high school anyways and get the school work you're going to have to make up. Is that okay?"
Brendon smiled in gratitude. "Yeah, that would definitely be fine. Thanks!"
The answering grins made the teen feel happy, and for a slight moment, rather loved. He felt like he could see the light at the end of the tunnel for once since he got kicked out. Life doesn't seem to hard right now, thanks to them. The brunet thought fondly of the two people facing him.
They have been nothing but accommodating and welcoming to him, a complete stranger, and he will never be able to repay them for that. He vowed, then and there, to make these loving, rather cute - though he'll never call them that to their faces - men proud of him.
"So, Brendon," Pete began once more, "I'm kind of curious. What do you want to do in the future?"
The teen pondered the question before answering. "Well, I would love to be a musician, but I never was able to practice a lot, until now. I just want to help people, you know?"
Patrick nodded to his words. He took of his fedora for a moment before replying with, "Well, from now on, you'll be able to play as much as you'd like. If you want to become part of the musical world in the future, Pete and I will totally do our best to make you famous."
Brendon felt wetness on his cheeks, and it took him a moment before he realized they were tears. He smiled brokenly, then wiped his face with his sleve, too overcome with emotions to speak at first.
"Yes," he said, when he finally had gained control again, "I would be ecstatic if you let me do that."
Pete and Patrick solemnly took in his words, and both hugged him, before they left to give him some much-wanted privacy.
Brendon sniffled a little, but soon stretched out his body to let out his pent-up energy. That had been a very nice comversation; the teen appreciated how the two older males took in his opinion on school. He just couldn't stand going back yet. He needed at least a few more days, to hopefully let the rumor die off a little, so he was less bothered when he returned to school.
A musician? Yeah, that would be the life. Traveling across the U.S., even the world! I wish that could happen to me. Brendon reflected on his words. Hey, you never know, it just might happen to me one day. Hopefully.
The teen got up from the couch, figuring that he should tell Pete and Patrick where his school actually is. He walks past the kitchen, and down the hallway until he comes across a shut door, with the words "Pete and Patrick's Room." The brunet then decided to knock, figuring there was a good chance that they'd be in there..
When he got no response, he tried again, louder this time.
"Hello?" He called out, rather stumped. I saw them leave and disappear, hm. Where else could they have gone?
Just as he was about to to turn away, the door was opened suddenly by a shirtless Pete, with what looked like bites on his neck. The blond looked about as stunned as Brendon felt.
"Uh," the teen managed to say as his eyes looked at Pete more closely, taking in his wild, astray hair, and the way he was sweating lightly.
Pete blushed. "Oops."
