His life with his ‘friends from the streets’ wasn’t as easy as he had hoped. Of course everything was hard and he knew that but he had expected some normal food, some good friends and a nice bed. It was nothing like that.
Everyone threated him like he was some spoiled boy out of a rich family, who could easy call his parents too pick him up and give him more food. He wondered if his parents even cared that he was here. Of course by now Mattheus would have informed them, no doubt about it.
He layed back in an ally hoping that no one would find him tonight. He even didn’t wanted to talk to Dave. Of course he was suppose to be his friend and all but Dave just wanted him back to school and Brendan just didn’t wanted that. Or at least not now.
A lot had happend since he ran away. He knew what he wanted, he wanted his own company to make help people on their way to greatness. Mostly helping with commurcials and stuff but saying that you help them on their way to greatness always sounds better.
If he had some money he could just start it, no school was needed for that. It wouldn’t be so hard and of course he still was the Brendan Jackson. Everyone needs too like him, why wouldn’t they, he’s handsome, he can talk very smoothly and of course he is not the most dumbest person on this planet. But of course now everyone hated him.
He wondered how it ended with Damon, of course he had won but secrectely he had still lost and Brendan had known that. He was good at ruining friendships or relationships, practacly everything that involved people he was able to ruin.
Sometime he thought it would be better to return but then he rememded himself that he had no friends what so ever. No one had seen Lydia ever since they broke up. And he ruined everything with Damon after he ran away.
He stood up and walked over where Dave laying, he looked horrible. Brendan wished that he was able to let Dave go to Mattheus instead of him. Dave wants it, but he could never get it.
OOC: NO INSPIRATION