Everything fanfiction

Chspter 6:Stripper days and an asexual pimp

(co-written b̠y̠ planetaryway-  )

Brendon's POV

"Hey Hot Pocket! Get on the pole!" our pimp, Brandon Roger who was also asexual so that didn't make much sense, s̠c̠r̠e̠a̠m̠e̠d̠ o̠v̠e̠r̠ t̠h̠e̠ a̠i̠r̠h̠o̠r̠d̠ e̠d̠i̠t̠s̠ o̠f̠ H̠e̠l̠l̠o̠ b̠y̠ A̠d̠e̠l̠e̠ p̠l̠a̠y̠i̠n̠g̠ i̠n̠ t̠h̠e̠ b̠a̠c̠k̠g̠r̠o̠u̠n̠d̠. I̠ w̠a̠s̠ m̠a̠k̠i̠n̠g̠ m̠y̠ w̠a̠y̠ t̠o̠w̠a̠r̠d̠a̠ t̠h̠e̠ p̠o̠l̠e̠ p̠r̠e̠p̠a̠r̠i̠n̠g̠ t̠o̠ r̠e̠c̠i̠t̠e̠ t̠h̠e̠ p̠l̠e̠d̠g̠e̠ o̠f̠ a̠l̠l̠e̠g̠i̠a̠n̠e̠c̠e̠. b̠e̠f̠o̠r̠e̠ t̠h̠e̠ p̠l̠e̠d̠g̠e̠ c̠a̠m̠e̠ o̠n̠ m̠y̠ a̠t̠t̠e̠n̠t̠i̠o̠n̠ w̠a̠s̠ d̠r̠a̠w̠n̠ t̠o̠w̠a̠r̠d̠s̠ b̠r̠e̠n̠d̠o̠n̠ u̠r̠i̠e̠ s̠c̠r̠e̠a̠m̠i̠n̠g̠ a̠t̠ o̠n̠e̠ o̠f̠ o̠u̠r̠ o̠t̠h̠e̠r̠ s̠t̠r̠i̠p̠p̠e̠r̠s̠, o̠a̠k̠ t̠r̠e̠e̠ (t̠y̠l̠e̠r̠ o̠a̠k̠l̠e̠y̠).

"i̠ d̠i̠b̠r̠ w̠a̠n̠t̠ t̠o̠ b̠e̠ . s̠t̠r̠i̠p̠p̠e̠r̠! i̠ w̠a̠n̠t̠ t̠o̠ b̠e̠ a̠ y̠o̠u̠t̠u̠b̠e̠r̠!" o̠a̠k̠t̠r̠e̠e̠ s̠a̠i̠d̠ t̠o̠ b̠r̠e̠n̠d̠e̠n̠ r̠o̠d̠g̠e̠r̠s̠, h̠i̠s̠ p̠i̠m̠p̠. Brandon s̠c̠r̠e̠a̠m̠e̠d̠ b̠a̠c̠k̠, " b̠i̠t̠c̠h̠ i̠ w̠a̠n̠t̠e̠d̠ t̠o̠ b̠e̠ a̠ b̠a̠l̠l̠e̠r̠i̠n̠a̠, b̠u̠t̠ a̠l̠l̠ i̠ g̠o̠t̠ w̠a̠s̠ H̠I̠V̠ p̠o̠s̠i̠t̠i̠v̠e̠!" t̠h̠e̠ p̠i̠m̠p̠ t̠h̠e̠n̠ p̠u̠s̠h̠e̠d̠ o̠a̠k̠ t̠r̠e̠e̠ i̠n̠t̠o̠ o̠n̠e̠ d̠i̠r̠e̠c̠t̠i̠o̠n̠, w̠h̠o̠ w̠e̠r̠e̠ v̠i̠s̠i̠t̠i̠n̠g̠ t̠h̠e̠ g̠a̠y̠ s̠t̠r̠i̠p̠ c̠l̠u̠b̠. o̠n̠e̠ d̠i̠r̠e̠c̠t̠i̠o̠n̠ p̠a̠y̠e̠d̠ o̠a̠k̠ t̠r̠e̠e̠ f̠o̠r̠ u̠s̠e̠ o̠f̠ t̠h̠e̠ p̠r̠i̠v̠a̠t̠e̠ r̠o̠o̠m̠. b̠r̠e̠n̠d̠e̠n̠ s̠c̠r̠e̠a̠m̠w̠d̠ a̠s̠ o̠a̠k̠ t̠r̠e̠e̠ w̠a̠l̠k̠e̠d̠ i̠n̠ w̠i̠t̠h̠ o̠n̠e̠ d̠i̠r̠e̠c̠r̠i̠o̠n̠, "g̠e̠t̠ i̠n̠t̠o̠ t̠h̠e̠ a̠y̠s̠-h̠o̠l̠e̠!" t̠h̠d̠ p̠l̠d̠g̠e̠ t̠h̠e̠n̠ c̠a̠m̠e̠ o̠n̠ o̠v̠e̠r̠ t̠h̠e̠ s̠p̠e̠a̠k̠e̠r̠s̠, a̠s̠ r̠e̠q̠u̠i̠r̠e̠d̠ b̠y̠ d̠o̠n̠a̠l̠d̠ j̠ t̠r̠u̠m̠p̠, o̠u̠r̠ p̠r̠e̠s̠i̠d̠e̠n̠t̠, a̠n̠d̠ k̠a̠n̠y̠e̠, o̠u̠r̠ s̠e̠c̠r̠e̠t̠a̠r̠y̠. o̠u̠r̠ v̠i̠c̠e̠ p̠r̠e̠s̠i̠d̠e̠n̠t̠ r̠e̠q̠u̠i̠r̠e̠d̠ t̠h̠i̠s̠ a̠s̠ w̠e̠l̠l̠, a̠n̠d̠ h̠i̠s̠ n̠a̠m̠e̠ w̠a̠s̠ J̠O̠H̠N̠ C̠E̠N̠A̠!!!!! T̠h̠e̠ n̠e̠w̠ f̠l̠a̠g̠ w̠a̠s̠ w̠a̠v̠i̠n̠g̠, d̠e̠p̠i̠c̠t̠i̠n̠g̠ p̠e̠p̠e̠ d̠r̠i̠n̠k̠i̠n̠g̠ m̠o̠u̠n̠t̠a̠i̠n̠ d̠e̠w̠ w̠i̠t̠h̠ d̠o̠r̠i̠t̠o̠ d̠u̠s̠t̠ o̠n̠ h̠i̠s̠ f̠i̠n̠g̠e̠r̠s̠. b̠e̠h̠i̠n̠d̠ p̠e̠p̠e̠, o̠n̠ t̠h̠e̠ f̠l̠a̠g̠, w̠a̠s̠ t̠h̠e̠ g̠r̠e̠a̠t̠ n̠e̠w̠ w̠a̠l̠l̠ o̠f̠ m̠e̠h̠i̠c̠o̠, t̠h̠a̠t̠ w̠a̠s̠ b̠u̠i̠l̠t̠ b̠r̠i̠c̠k̠ b̠y̠ b̠r̠i̠c̠k̠ b̠y̠ t̠r̠u̠m̠p̠. t̠h̠e̠ n̠e̠w̠ a̠n̠t̠h̠e̠m̠ w̠a̠s̠ s̠m̠o̠k̠e̠ w̠e̠e̠d̠ e̠v̠w̠e̠y̠d̠a̠y̠, r̠e̠m̠i̠x̠e̠d̠ i̠n̠t̠o̠ a̠i̠r̠ h̠o̠r̠n̠s̠. t̠h̠e̠ a̠n̠t̠h̠e̠m̠ w̠a̠s̠ r̠u̠d̠l̠e̠y̠ i̠n̠t̠e̠r̠u̠p̠p̠y̠r̠. b̠y̠ j̠a̠c̠k̠ b̠a̠r̠a̠k̠a̠t̠ a̠n̠d̠ a̠l̠e̠x̠ g̠a̠s̠k̠a̠r̠t̠h̠ b̠u̠m̠p̠k̠n̠g̠ i̠n̠t̠k̠ t̠h̠e̠ s̠t̠e̠r̠e̠o̠ m̠a̠k̠k̠n̠g̠ o̠u̠t̠!

i̠ w̠a̠s̠ r̠e̠a̠d̠y̠ t̠o̠ s̠t̠a̠r̠t̠ p̠o̠l̠e̠ d̠a̠n̠c̠i̠n̠g̠ b̠u̠t̠ m̠y̠ s̠e̠x̠y̠ h̠o̠t̠ b̠o̠y̠f̠r̠i̠e̠n̠d̠, r̠y̠a̠n̠ r̠o̠s̠s̠, s̠t̠o̠p̠p̠e̠d̠ m̠e̠! "b̠a̠b̠e̠! d̠a̠n̠ h̠o̠w̠e̠l̠l̠ a̠n̠d̠ p̠h̠i̠l̠ l̠e̠s̠t̠e̠r̠ f̠o̠u̠nd o̠u̠t̠ y̠o̠u̠ p̠o̠s̠t̠e̠d̠ t̠h̠a̠t̠ v̠i̠d̠e̠o̠ o̠f̠ t̠h̠e̠m̠ k̠i̠s̠s̠i̠n̠g̠ a̠n̠d̠ t̠h̠e̠y̠ a̠r̠d̠ h̠e̠r̠e̠ t̠o̠ k̠i̠l̠l̠ y̠o̠u̠! a̠l̠s̠o̠ p̠l̠e̠a̠s̠e̠ p̠u̠t̠ y̠o̠u̠r̠ d̠i̠c̠k̠ i̠n̠ m̠y̠ a̠s̠s̠ s̠i̠n̠c̠e̠ y̠o̠u̠ a̠r̠e̠ s̠o̠ h̠o̠t̠!"

t̠h̠e̠ d̠i̠s̠c̠o̠ b̠a̠l̠l̠ h̠u̠n̠g̠ i̠n̠ t̠h̠e̠ a̠i̠r̠ a̠s̠ b̠o̠t̠h̠ o̠f̠ u̠s̠ s̠t̠a̠r̠t̠e̠d̠ t̠o̠ p̠a̠n̠i̠c̠. "t̠h̠i̠s̠ i̠s̠ r̠e̠a̠l̠l̠y̠ a̠ p̠a̠n̠i̠c̠! at the disco." I shouted screaming and running in a circle while the horny gay dudes watched rolling their eyes.

"We should start a real gay band And name it that" Ryan shouted joining me in our panic! We ran outside passing a group of Guys who were playing a crossover between punk And pop music also selling drugs outside the club. "Do you want some weed? We call our company 'Green Day' for weed." One named Billie Joe screamed into the microphone. "Maybe, sometimes I think about doing crystal meth but then I think um, maybe not." I shouted into their faces.

"Ryan, call Pete, we need help!" "Alresdy on it," Ryan shouted back.

"Xx_p3t3w3ntz_xX , we are in some deep shit. Are you having kinky sex with Patrick? I can hear him calling you daddy!" Ryan shouted into the iPhone 10s, as I dragged him to our shared apartment. We open our apartment only to find Jack and Alex making out , on our couch only for them to get up and to dance like high sailers. Suddly Jack got up and started ranting about balloons "I fucking balloons never helped anyone, you know whether the balloon help you live? You know balloons don't have fruit, and that fucking movie up don't even going to get me started!"
"Ooooookkkkkkk" "Jack I think your high"
" no I think your high!!!"
"Really Jack how high are you ? "
"You know 5ft 10,why u gotta ask me?"
"Alex why are you guys here?"
"To fuck"
"ON MY COUCH"
"NNNNOOO THIS IS MY COUCH"
"Bitch,hoe mother trucker just get out of my house,I want to fuck and my boner is going down talking to you"
"awwwww , that you babe! And trust me my isn't even down a little"
Jake look at me and said
" you have pizza? "
"GET OUT !!"
"OK, ok but do you have pizza ?"
"OUT !, but wait can you tell me the name of your drug dealer? Gurl I need so weed too man"
"It's Billie Joe Armstrong"
"Ok, but still get out!! "