[Current Date: 18th December 2007. 5:02AM]

(NOTE: you’re lying in bed on your stomach. also, you’re engaged to Bam)

you wake up to yelling and a bunch of noise, as you feel a cold spot on the bed beside you, noticing that Brandon is gone, you sit up and realise the light is on in the walk in wardrobe, and you see Brandon bent over, whilst yelling repeatedly, and picking things out and throwing it all over the floor behind him.

“fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuc—“ Brandon is yelling repeatedly, in frustration.

you forwarded your eyebrows confused as your eyes scan around the room, looking around the room confused.

you sigh lowly, seeing the floor is all messy, covered in random stuff and a broken skateboard, skateboard wheels, spray paint can, water bottles, vodka bottle, dirty clothes, clean clothes, socks scattered around on the entire room floor from Brandon throwing stuff everywhere freaking out looking for his passport frantically.