(Brendon's POV)
So I was sitting in a chair in my hotel room (we're in St. Louis) with my laptop in front of me, just scrolling through Twitter. When, out of nowhere, Dallon just barged in yelling "I JUST GOT HIT WITH A HACKY SACK! AND KENNY THREW IT AT ME!!" And me being the fuckboy that I am, I said "did he managed to avoid the balls?" And he said "just barely. He hit be right in the gut!" Of course I yelled "GOOD JOB KENNY!"
I then proceeded to scroll though Twitter.
Dallon: you don't fucking care that I got hit, do you?
Me: nope! I'm bored. BEER ME!
Dallon: fine then. *grabs beer* here you go asshole.
Me: thanks bitch. Can you hand me that bottle opener too, while your at it?
Dallon: I might as well whip your ass for you too!
Me: nope. That's all I need from you... For now...
Dallon: fuck you!
Me: thanks man.
Yup! Just a normal conversation between me and Dallon.
A few hours later...
Time to start setting up for the show! What fun.
I notice that Dallon is wearing the new leather jacket that I bought him.
Me: nice jacket asshole!
Dallon: thanks Brendon! You know that you bought this for me right?
Me: bitch I'm not stupid! I'm just messing with you.
Dallon gave me a hug and said "I know you are. I love you Brendon." I whispered in his ear a "I love you too. Tonight's going to be great."
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This is fun to write! Part 2 should be out by tomorrow.