20

                                    

                                          
This song has absolutely nothing to do with the chapter, I just thought it appropriate since this is, in fact, my twentieth update. 
                          
"Are you hurt?! Did he hurt you? I swear to God, I'll kick his ass..." Brendon seethed.
                          
 Resting a reassuring hand on his shoulder, I smiled. "Bren, I think that Pete basically took care of that for you." I looked to the blonde in the corner, and he smiled sheepishly, raising his shoulders as if to say, 'What can ya do?'
                          
 Brendon took my face in both of his hands and smiled warmly at me. "I'm so, so glad that you're okay."
                          
 "Me, too," I agreed. My eyes flashed over to Jenna, who was sitting on our white couch looking mildly woozy, and tracking her gaze, my eyes landed back on Pete, who seemed to be looking at her as well. Clearing my throat, I raised my eyebrows at Brendon. 
                          
 "Well! We should, uh, get out of here, yeah?"
                          
 "Wait, wha-" Before he could protest, I grabbed him by his forearm and dragged him out the door with me to avoid witnessing any more bedroom eyes from Pete and Jenna.
                          
We began walking down the hallway together. "Why'd you rush us out of there so fast?"
                          
 I scoffed and rolled my eyes. "Did you not see how those two were looking at each other?" 
                          
 "No, I uh... I didn't see anything. Totally platonic. Definitely not."
                          
 "What?" I laughed. "They were practically you-know-whatting with their eyes!" 
                          
 He looked over me with raised eyebrows and a slightly opened mouth. "Is the innocent little Alexandra Barham too sweet to say fucking?" He scoffed and muttered something under his breath.
                          
 "What was that?" I coaxed, playfully hitting his arm. He stopped me, turned me towards him and lowered his face to mine. 
                          
 "I said that's not how you were acting when you were begging for me inside of you the other night."
                          
 After he seemed satisfied with the scarlet shade of my face, he kissed my nose and pulled away with a smirk. "...princess," he added, turning my face darker as if he had it on a remote control, which, quite honestly, he practically did. 
                          
 "Shut up," I muttered. His response came lighting fast. "Make me."
                          
 "If you insist," I growled.
                          
 It didn't take long for that to lead to him pushing me against a wall, hands on my hips, kissing my neck and my nose and my lips. (lol who am i dr. suess) 
                          
 "Whoa there, tiger, slow down," I panted. 
                          
 He rested his forehead against mine and laughed breathily. 
                          
 "Jesus, I was going to say hi but I'm never one to interrupt a good fuck." I looked to my right to watch Dallon sauntering down the hall towards us with his hands in his pockets, one of which he removed to gesture at us. "No, please, don't stop on my account. I could use the entertainment, I haven't gotten laid in weeks. Really, carry on." 
                          
 "I could change that haven't gotten laid in weeks part, Weekes." I watched Brendon shoot a wink at his bassist, and I laughed, a not-so-disturbing image flashing behind my eyes of that situation. (I'm Brallon trash bye)
                          
 My head snapped towards my apartment door as I heard what sounded like... oh god, what was definitely  moaning. Jenna moaning. 
                          
 Brendon slid beside me and let out a loud groan. I looked at him incredulously and laughed. "What is up with you and not wanting Jenna and Pete together?" 
                          
 He muttered something indecipherable. "What was that?"
                          
 Dallon laughed from across the hallway as if he knew what Brendon said. Bren rolled his head to look at me. "It's just... I'm absolute Petekey trash."
                          
IT NEEDED TO HAPPEN LMAOOOO
                          
 Anyways, hope you all enjoyed the chapter! 
                          
So, lately I've been complete Phan trash (even more so than usual) and I started writing a fanfic about them... if any of you would be interested in reading that, comment and let me know!
                          
-Bill