Brendon And Spencers: A Fictional Narrative

“Tough shit, we’re her parents and these are our best friends. Tell us what is going on!” Bryan yelled.

        “Who are you talking about?” Delta speaks up. Spencer peers around Walker, to view her.

“And how about the time when I wet the bed and was embarrassed? You dug out my old bedding and went and got me all new leaves and brush to lay on just so I wouldn’t feel bad.” said Spencer.

“Yeah, jump on in and if he says anything, then we can change it. No big deal,” Scarlett smiled.

"Hey man," he pauses, and then,"Ryan Ross," his mouth tests out the name and he

Gilbert snuck back, a large grin on his face. “Thank God these kids understand. Says he knew exactly who I was talking about.”

“Ugh, here comes Jason again. I’ve already thanked the jackass a million times for his help. I guess he wants me to kiss his ass now.” She plastered on a fake smile.

“Quite a friend you got there.” Sabra teased. “They left and now you’re all alone, if you know something, I’d suggest you speak now.”

“Well, maybe I don't want to pretend to be your boyfriend. Did the fact that I am gay slip your mind?” I asked Cassidy, who seemed to be bouncing off the walls today.

“Well let me see if it's really nothing.” Adam said walking toward his boyfriend. “Don't resist, because it'll make things worse for you.”

He looked over towards the front door and grimaced. "You didn't tell me he was bringing more than just himself." He gave Alex a dirty look.

“Babe, I think we need to talk,” Tyler’s face was serious, “it’s about us and our future.” He took my hand and led me towards the couch.

“No,” he moaned, and turned his head to the side. It was the wrong side. He came face to face with Cal, whose smirk had returned. He turned his head before Cal could say anything and pretending he didn’t hear the trademark snort behind him. He closed his eyes and hoped that Lofty wasn’t smiling behind him too.

"Your sweatshirt looks really soft 'n comfy" Ryan says reaching out and rubbing the the fabric between his fingers. He immeadiatly grimaces and recoils away. Brendon cocks his head to the side confused. "Icky.." He mutters rubbing his hand against his pants and shaking his head. Brendon nods slowly. Ryan looks back up at the

“You look nice. You did really good job on the car too.” I smiled and looked at Ryder. His hand was gripping the steering wheel tight as we waited for the stop light to turn green.