Ryan's pov:
I hate Brendon. Every little bit about him. How could I ruin the show without having an encounter with him though? I had an idea...
Working at a concert venue sucks. It really does. Nope, not a guard, or a performer... but a freaking food vendor. I hate this. Wait...
Oh how great. Another Brendon fan in line. Ugh. I can't believe I have to deal with all these fans. They don't know it's me. Plebs. "What do you want" the girl wanted a popcorn and a soda. This is my chance. I thought. I have to do it. I handed her the poisoned soda. I grabbed some popcorn from the back. "Enjoy the show." I said.
Ugh I hate the sounds of sirens.
I wonder who got drunk now.
Is Zach still working for Brendon?
He's okay, Brendon though...
I hate him.
Just like I hate sirens.
Oh my gosh what the frick
The sirens are bothering me.
Stupid. This is stupid.
That's the word. Stupid.
Hurry up and get in the freaking ambulance you freaking pleb!
I looked at the girl.
I thought about it.
I thought about what I did.
Eh, whatever...
At least Brendon had to stop the show.
That's good.
That's great.
Did I mention I hated him?
He shoved milk up my azz
He was pretty smexy doe...
No wait, I can't say that...
That ruins the plot.
Never mind then...
Forget that.
Back to that girl.
Or not.
Ugghhhhh
YOU ARE READING
Camisado
FanfictionThe I.V. and your hospital bed This was no accident This was a therapeutic chain of events Sit back, relax, sit back, relapse again
