Oh Baby, You're A Classic. Like A Little Black Dress...

Brendon's POV

"Come on! Let's go!" I yelled, "We're gonna be late, motherfucker!"  I heard feet scrambling, followed by, "O..okay! Gimme a minute!" He yelled back.  "Stupid fuckin' Ryan." I muttered under my breath, shaking my head.  A couple minutes later, he came barrelling down the stairs, putting an arm through the sleeve of his suit jacket, then buttoned it up.

Ryan's POV

"Gee-zus, Ryan!" Brendon scolded, "Took ya long enough!" "I'm sorry. I'm sorry!" I said, "I just couldn't find a good outfit to wear!"  Brendon laughed as he opened the front door, "You're such a chick." I laughed, as we both headed out the door and to the driveway, to my baby: My 2009 Mercedes-Benz, custom-designed!  We got into the car and grabbed a quick lunch, then we were off to pick up Jon and Spencer.  "Are we off to have tea and crumpets with the Queen, then?" I asked Brendon in a fake British accent, as I momentarily sped passed some slow-ass fucker.  "Bon Jovi, I think we should!" Brendon replied with the same fake accent.  I chuckled and I got off the highway, and hightailed it over to Jon's apartment.  We got out of the car and walked up to Jon's sliding door and Brendon opened it. "Jon!" he exclaimed, "Where are yoooooou?!"

Brendon's POV

We heard some rustling coming from the back and then Jon came out, jumping up, as he pulled his jeans up his butt! :P  I laughed at him, as he shakingly said, "H...hey guys. What's up?"  I laughed at him again and sat down in a chair.
"Sleep much?"