~~~Justin’s POV~~~

I went back to school with Brendon, leaving a sleeping Mikey to lie. Brendon was fuming.
“Hey.. Are you OK?”
“No.. I’m really not and I’m going to beat the shit out of him.”
I flinched at his tone.
“You don’t need to do this… Honestly… We’re fine.”
“He needs to stop this now.”
I looked at the fury in his eyes and realised he really did still care about Mikey, and, maybe, even myself. I shook my head and ran after him as he started sprinting.
“WENTZ!”
Pete turned.
“Oh hey Brendon how ar-”
Brendon’s fist connected with his mouth, breaking him off mid-sentence. Pete growled and handed Andy his bag, wiping off the small trickle of blood sliding down his chin. His fist collided with Brendon’s stomach and Pete’s gang and I both jumped back. None of us dared to try and break it up.

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Eventually, Pete collapsed to the ground, barely able to breathe.
“TOUCH EITHER OF THEM AGAIN AND I WILL FUCKING END YOU.”
I grabbed Brendon as he swayed, supporting him against my body as I led him back home.
“You didn’t have to do that.”
“If he’s done it to you two, how many more has he done it to?”
I shrugged and helped him sit down on a bench when he motioned for it. I dabbed at his split lip with my sleeve. He winced and I frowned.
“Sorry…”
“It’s fine.”
After a few minutes, I helped him back up.

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We got back to Brendon’s and I could hear Mikey being sick. I left him be. Who knew what diseases Pete had given him. I got a cloth and started cleaning up Brendon’s face. He winced and let me. I finished and stayed kneeling in front of him. We stared at each other and I did it. I leant in at the same time he did, our lips meeting. Brendon cupped the back of my neck and smiled against my lips.
“W-What…”
I pulled back and looked at Mikey. There were tears spilling down his face. I looked at his eyes and frowned. They were all spacy. I saw a small amount of blood in the crook of his arm and frowned.
“Mikey.. Why do you look high..?”

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