Brenny: cant wait for tomorrow.
Dallie: same.
Brenny: wyd?
Dallie: watching dr who.
Brenny: of corse.
Dallie: you?
Brenny: watching tv.
Dallie: what show?
Brenny: the goldbergs.
Dallie: im laughing so harf
Brenny: ? ? ? Why? ? ?
Dallie: sterotypical white fam show.
Brenny: stfu.
Dallie: so tell me about you. Ive meet you a few times but still dont know much.
Brenny: umm. Last names Urie. Im 20. I play many many many instraments. I was in a band. I was married. And yeah.
Dallie: you were in a band? And im sorry about the marrige.
Brenny: its fine. Dont worry. And yeah i was. It was called Panic! At The Disco. We werent big though. We toured but thats it. We never releaced any albums. Just wrote nd played shows.
Dallie: holy shit, what did you do in the band.
Brenny: mostly sing. Played some guitar.
Dallie: come over. your playing me some guitar and singing.
Brenny: nah. Tell me about you.
Dallie: only if you come over.
Brenny: fne.
Dallie: umm. Last names Weekes. Im 26. I pay bass and Ukulele. And im also in a band called The Brobecks.
Brenny: no way. Your even more attractive to me now.
Dallie: awe. you too. come over. now.
Brenny: on my way.
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shoot up with your perfume ✨ brallon
Fanfictionin which brendon is a recovering drug addict; or atleast trying. and dallon is just a pastel flower boi who gets a text from a unknown number. ©brendonyurri creds to @SPELLBOOKZ for cover idea
