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wait a fucking second . . i need to be here ? that’s honestly really rich comin’ from you, brandon. now is not the time to act all high n’ mighty . . i mean ── open your eyes, you’re HERE too. 

glancing down at his finger, she noticed his bleeding wasn’t stopping any time soon, and covering with his shirt was only going to make matters worse. “c’mon, let’s get you cleaned up,” she speaks softly before nodding for brandon to follow. she instructs him to wash his finger while she searches and finds a first aid kit. it seemed this place would have to have a bunch lying around somewhere. when she found it, she quickly pulled out a bandaid and waited for him to hand over his finger. she patches him up like she was his mother, but a part of her truly was worried about the pain he’s caused himself. “it’s only the first day, so let’s try not to cut our fingers off, okay?” it wasn’t until she looked up at him that she realized she was standing way too close, causing her to take a few steps back and clear her throat, “um…make sure you put a new bandaid on after the bleeding finally stops, okay?”

“it’s idiotic is what it is, babe. have you ever even cooked before? i don’t think i’ve ever seen you cook a meal in your life,” she teased, fighting back a smile. “so you start with a knife? why couldn’t you have just, i don’t know, made a parfait or something? i think all you do is throw fruit in yogurt, but it’s cute that you tried.” grabbing a towel, the girl quickly wrapped it around his finger, “thank you for allowing me the pleasure of walking you down the stairs though. come on, i don’t want you to be fingerless.”

wait, what’re you mad at me for ? for being happy ? for not settling ? i’ve seen low before, brandon, but that’s a NEW level . . even for you. ‘m not entertaining this, but watch you somehow spin this into some number one hit. it’s disgusting. 

“well, that sentence went very different than i thought it would when it started. in a good way though. well, not the stitches part obviously. sorry, i’m rambling. maybe we should take you to see a doctor or something. not sure how you fucked up that bad trying to make a creamy sauce but honestly i think it might be a talent. don’t they have a show for the worst chefs in america. i’m just saying, if this career doesn’t work out you could win that.”

wow, you should write a song about that, i’m sure it’d be a real hit if you did. are you okay though like do you want me to get some help or are you good? i have the ambulance on speed dial because of personal reasons and i can call them right away if you want.

“jesus brandon, it’s been like five minutes and you already manage to fuck things up?” ana chuckled, a smirk playing at her lips as she fought back all the jokes circling in her head. “also who let you play with knives?” her brown eyes peered over to take in the extent of his injury and brushed it off. “psh, you’ll be fine. i’ve had worse than that and done much less about it.”

that’s completely fine with me . . if you see me comin’ down then just turn the other way, like, i won’t even be mad ! hold on, like you said, you wouldn’t have a reason if it weren’t for me. actually, i’m waiting for you to THANK me. so, uh . . go on.

sirena had heard the rumors that brandon would be here at the den as well, though she tired her best to believe it was nothing but a lie. there’s no way her manger would think it’s a good idea to put her in a place where someone she couldn’t handle seeing in person again would know be around her 24/7. so when she’s exploring the place, her heart drops when his face comes into her view. honestly, she doesn’t even hear what he’s saying, simply because she’s not sure how this conversation could end other than horribly wrong. “peanut butter cups, huh? never thought you’d be THAT much of a lost cause, brandon.” 

“so, let me get this straight. instead of just turning on an oven and eating chicken nuggets, like a normal person cause that shit’s kind of easy, you took it upon yourself to try and actually cook? let me see your finger, cause if you’re leaving i’m getting out of here, too.”

actually, that’s a perfect way to describe the way that you’ve been acting lately . . very, uh, pressed. anyway, you think i’m going out like that ? a fire ? you kiddin’ me ? no way. my life is amazing the way that it is . . no distractions, NOTHING holding me back. yeah ? that’s fine, i get off on being the sole purpose for your s  u  c  c  e  s  s.

shit ── so that’s why it smelled like complete ASS in the hallway earlier ? someone needs to revoke your cooking privileges . . better yet, every privilege you have, ‘n just have you twiddlin’ your thumbs or somethin’ like that. bad enough that i’m away from everything that makes me sane, the last thing i need is for my room to be in flames too ! bored ? why don’t you write a n o t h e r song ?

WELCOME TO THE DEN, HERE’S YOUR FILE  ╱  SHAWN MENDES. CISMALE. HE/HIM.  ╱ BRANDON COSTA is TWENTY-ONE years old and they have made their way to fame by becoming a MUSICIAN. the situation that got them put the den was PASSING OUT DUE TO DRUGS IN THE MIDDLE OF A SOLD OUT STADIUM SHOW. hopefully they can clean up their image before they lose everything.