[Brendon].Can't.take.the.fight.from.the.kid.[Urie] [ V ]

Brendon was the first to say something.
*What the fuck are you doing here Rick?* He practically growled at his older brother.
*Well little Brendon, you see I came for some money and a place to crash for a bit until I head somewhere else.* He replied simply, with a smug look on his face.
*Why dont you just get the fuck out. This isnt your house.*
Rick had a surprised look his face for a second, before it returned quickly to that smug look.
*Well I see youve grown some balls since I left. Or is it just this one here.* He said, as he took his finger and traced my jaw line.
I pulled back sharply, and he laughed.
*You leave her the fuck alone Rick. Im fucking serious.* Brendon said, stepping in front of me.
*Brend, come on. Just leave it.* I tried to stop him, grabbing his arm.
Rick laughed again, *Oh, so now you tell him what to do? You fuck him when his mother is even in the house now? Yeah, I know. Brendon has a fucking different girl here everynight, huh.*
*You shut the fuck up right now.* Brendon growled.
*Ohhh, you havent told her have you? Sure thats safe?*
*Brend....,* I said slowly, *whats he talking about?*
*Ha-ha, see here little Brendon over here is a fucking perverted boy who has whores o-*
He was quickly stopped, as Brendon punched him swiftly in the face.
Rick reacted quickly, much bigger than Brendon, and punched him, making him fall backwards.
*Stop!* I yelled, going over to where Brendon fell and seeing if hes alright.
Rick just laughed and walked out, shaking his head.
Brendon was bloody, angry, and distressed. This was usually how Rick took his exit.
I helped him sit up, as Brendon wiped at his bloody nose.
*Are you okay Brend?* I asked him quietly, not trying to get his mother involved.
*Yeah, whatever. Im fine.* I helped him up and he cleaned himself up in the bathroom as I waited for him in his room. He came back in a short while, his lip and nose still a bit bloody. I quickly went to him and looked at the damage myself. I touched his lip and he winced.
*Im sorry Brend.* I said, giving him a hug. He wrapped his arms around me and buried his face in my hair as hed done so many times.
He whispered something in my hair I didnt catch, and then let go of me.
I smiled up at him and he smiled back at me.
I grabbed his hand, pulling him back down the hall into the bathroom. We closed the door behind us and got ready as every other day. We dressed, and combed our hair, and brushed our teeth together, Brendons hip bumping into mine. I smiled whenever it did, and as we walked out, I figured something out.
Bumping hips with Brendon was the one thing that made me smile. Or when we made little forts together, and held hands underneath them. And running through my house in our socks, sliding from one kitchen to the next. The piggyback rides, and the sweet looks. How he buried his head in my hair, and how his heartbeat felt beneath my head.
This was exactly how I wanted to live for the rest of my life.
And that was the scariest thing Id thought in a longtime.
I should have known better.<345
Rawr, dinoszssesta.
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