Crazy + Genius (Ryden)

Brendon Isn't Good at Bowling

(AWHHHHHHHHHH HOW CUTEEEEEEEEEEE, THEY SO ADORABLEEEEEE)

HELLO THERE YA RATS 

SO NOW

LATELY THERE'S BEEN A LOT OF SHIT 

ABOUT OUR BOI BRENDON 

CIRCULATING ACROSS THE INTERWEBS

MY ADVICE WOULD BE 

BRENDON APOLOGIZED, SO YOU SHOULD STILL RESPECT HIM SOMEWHAT

GRANTED, HE DID DO SOME STUPID SHIT THAT WE DO NOT STAN

BUT HE DID APOLOGIZE, SO GIVE HIM SOME FUCKING CREDIT 

BUT THAT'S JUST MY TWO CENTS 

YOU DO WHATEVER YOU WANT, HONEY

ANYWAYS

HELLO 

GREETINGS 

AND SALUTATIONS 

WELCOME TO THE FIC 

I CAN'T BELIEVE THAT IT'S ALMOST GONNA BE OVER 

ONLY ABOUT 2 OR 3 MORE CHAPTERS AND THIS BOOK WILL HAVE ENDED

LIKE, THIS FIC IS MY BABY 

AND IT'S GONNA BE ENDING SOON 

HOW CRAZY IS THAT

ALSO 

HAPPY BIRTHDAY PATRICK STUMP 

WE LOVE YOU, YOU PRECIOUS BEAN 

AND HAPPY LATE BIRTHDAY THOMAS SANDERS 

WE LOVE YOU SO MUCH, YOU GAY ICON 

ANYWAY ENJOY 

It was Saturday night (ohhhhh, it's Saturday night, yeah), and I was currently losing my shit. 

Yep, it was Saturday already. The day of the big bowling date was here. 

And I was freaking the hell out. 

I had finally gotten dressed, and now I was sitting in front of my vanity, doing my makeup. 

Normally I just do eyeliner, but Gerard had lent me his whole makeup kit, so now a had a whole new arsenal of options, other than eyeliner. 

I dabbed on a little bit of lipstick and then some blush, adding a small clip-on stud in my ear. 

While I was doing this, I could hear my mother yell my name from downstairs. 

"Bren-Bun!" my mother yelled. "Hello?!" 

"Yes, Ma?" I yelled back as I quickly touched-up my lips and moved on to spraying my hair with hair spray. "What's up?" 

"Gerard is here, and he's coming up to your room!" she cried. "Is that okay, honey?" 

"Okay!" I said. "Thanks!"

Just then, I heard a light tapping on my door. 

I was holding eight different hair supplies in my hands, so I just yelled, "It's open! You can come in, Delilah!" 

"Hey, Beryl." Gerard said as he opened the door and saw me fussing over my hair. "I see that you're ready."

"Ready?!" I exclaimed, still doing hair and makeup. "Please, Delly. I'm far from 'ready'."