I'll Be Your Affection - EPILOGUE
Title: I’ll Be Your Affection
Author: thefabrosevest (me)
Raiting: PG-13
Pairing: Brendon/Ryan and Alex/Sam
POV: 1st, Sam’s
Summary: Sequel to Just What I'm Used To
My name is Sam and my whole family situation is kind of fucked up.
Disclaimer: FAKE
Author’s Notes: People asked for it so here it is. Don’t like it? Don’t read it. I swear to god if I get hate I will delete it!
Chapter 7
EPILOGUE
“Why do I have to wear this?” I whine and Ryan sighs while fixing my bowtie.
“Because it’s a prom.”
“I don’t care about the fucking prom.”
I hear Brendon laugh in the living room.
“No one cares. Just Ryan.” He says loud enough for us to hear.
“Shut up! You were the one who had to buy a new camera ‘just to make cute photos of the two lovebirds’.” Ryan calls and rolls his eyes.
“You two are sick. I will leave now. Without you.” I say and leave the bathroom.
Brendon walks out into the hall and chuckles.
“We will be there and you will love it.”
“No, the ground will swallow me because of the embarrassment.”
Brendon sighs and hugs me.
“Shut up”
I push him away and laugh before grabbing my shoes.
“Fine, when he’s gone we need to fix your outfit.” Ryan says and rushes over to Brendon.
“It’s not my prom.”
“I don’t care. You have to look perfect.”
“Why?”
I raise an eyebrow at them and chuckle, just leaving without them noticing.
I jump down the few stairs and push the front door open just to stumble into someone.
“Woah, hey there.”
I bite my lip and take a step back.
“You’re not allowed to see the bride yet!” Ryan yells from above us and I look up to see him leaning out of the window.
“I won’t look!” Alex laughs and grabs my hand to pull me to his new car.
“I won’t comment this.” I mumble and he chuckles.
“Good idea”
We get in the car and he starts it, beaming like a child.
“I have my own car! Can you believe this?!” he cheers and I smile.
“Yeah, it’s awesome. Now please don’t kill us and start driving.”
He nods and gets us out of the driveway.
Ten minutes later we reach the school and he parks in front of the gym.
“We will stay for an hour.” I warn and get out.
“Not if I can change your mind.”
“You can’t.”
“We will see.”
-
In the end it was a nice evening.
Even though our parents did show up an hour later it wasn’t awkward. They just stood in a corner and talked and laughed (well Brendon was running around with his camera and started showing it to random kids).
At first I swore myself not to dance but when Smooth by Santana was on Alex just pulled me up and, well … I did dance.
A/N: THAT'S IT! I FINISHED IT! FINALLY! I'M FREE! I'm sorry. The epilogue sucks but I just wanted to finally finish it.