Brendon And Spencers: A Fictional Narrative

"Sof," Dean said. "Stay in the car until we get back. Don't touch anything. Just stay there." Sam gave a roll of his eyes as his older brother walked away. Dean cared for that car as if it were his ow child.

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.

“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.”

“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.

“I feel pretty good.” Zack replied, although he felt pretty nervous. Sal on the other hand, looked

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

“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.”

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

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.

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

“Wow.” that’s all Ethan was capable of blurting out of his mouth. Adam chuckled. “This might seem weird to you, but we are children of God.

“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.

"Do you go to school here?" Ryan asks, looking around the room and them glancing at Brendons sketchbook. He takes note of the bland walls, the color of a hospital room and it always made him a bit nausous. Brendon nods politely. "Wow... that's so cool, what's it like?" He asks in one breathe.

Ryder cleared his throat, “Yeah, finished it a couple of weeks ago. You uh, ready to go get Star?” he asked. He seemed nervous probably just a nervous as I was.