Cemetery boy

I could handle dying. I couldn’t handle Brendon dying. Brendon says he could handle dying....and that he would fall apart if anything ever happened to me. You might be able to see our problem here. Could we really do it? Kill the other deaths...Pete, Gerard, I didn’t know the other ones names, yet I was willing to kill them. I was willing to destroy the world...for him. I looked at Brendon’s sleeping figure

He had given us one night. And that was all.

I kissed Brendon softly. The end of all things, he wrapped his arms around me tightly...neither of us were able to fall asleep until the early hours of the morning, the most awful thing about it was the fact that it was so peaceful, I wanted there to be an explosion or something...but there was just silence.

I woke at dawn, Brendon, to my surprise is still asleep...he probably wanted to sleep as long as possible...before we kill six innocent people— if you want to call them people. This is where the vice will commit the worst sin of all. And where are the angels in this all? Are the virtues really dead?

***

I was up and drinking a ton of coffee when I heard the doorbell ring, I walked to it slowly, never know, the devil could be making a house call or something, however instead of leather, flames and underaged drinking I got:

“Gabe” I said in legitimate surprise

What an earth was he doing here of all places? ....and Now out of all times?

I left the door open for him to come in, I didn’t bother closing it. We would have to be leaving soon any way, to murder a few people—the usual.

“Hey” I say awkwardly, Brendon was upstairs asleep and was about to kill or be killed by six sins while my post fuck buddy was downstairs drinking tea with me—great

“So do you want some coffee?” I say, gesturing to my ouwn cup

He shakes his head “No, I have to go soon, my little brothers in the car"

I tried to nod understandingly, like a normal person would and looked out the window to see a Gabes little brother in his car, he had a bright smile. I gave him a quick short wave...he didn't wave back. I frowned before turning back to Gabe who looked very stressed

"Look I really, really need to tell you this, It's really important: I—“

He was cut off at that moment by a very tired Brendon stomping down the stairs, with the most sexiest bed hair I have seen in my entire life: but then he stopped, unable to go on. He was staring at Gabe

“What are you doing here” he wispered in shock

My hands gripped the kitchen counter behind me, so maybe it wasn’t the best idea to have let my past fuck buddy into the house

“look I can explain—“ I began but Brendon interrupted me by saying impatiently

“The devil” Brendon hissed

I felt my eyes widen as I looked at Gabe...was Brendon trying to tell me that I had slept with the devil?

“but...” I whisper, unable to come up with a single argument for his defence

“No not him” Brendon muttered impatiently

“HIM” he pointed behind Gabe...to the boy with the smile in the car---Gabes little brother

“But that’s my little brother” Gabe explained not understanding what anearth was going on

“You don’t have a brother” I remember suddenly, he is and always was an only child. Gabe looks confused for a moment

“I don’t...I don’t understand” Gabe whispered his eyes flicking from Brendon to me before finally resting on the child in the car “His right...I don’t have a brother”

Brendon says grimly “His subconsciousness has been overrun, his coming out of it just now”

But his eyes are firmly fixed on the stranger child in the car. The child then got out of the car with a smile

I couldn’t believe it. The child did a hair flick as he entered the house.

“No” I managed to whisper...it turns out that the devil was actually Justin Bieber.