#*oliver

Brendon knew all to well what it was like to go through a breakup. He was divorced for some time now, but a hurt like that is just something you can’t put behind you in a matter of a few minutes; and, it probably didn’t help that Oliver was in a whole new place. Brendon pushed himself from his bed after sending the last text to Oliver. Moving to his closet, he grabbed out a pair of black pants and a white t-shirt, he was going to keep his attire simple, relaxed. Once he changed, he ran his fingers through his hand, slicking it back before he slipped his hat on. Grabbing his keys, he said a quick goodbye and he was out the door and on his way to Oliver’s place.

For the first time in forever the GPS didn’t get him lost and he was thankful for that. He pulled into the driveway and a few seconds later he was stepping out of the car and making his way to the younger males door. He lifted his hand, sounding three small knocks just before tucking his hand back into the pocket of his jeans. He leaned his back against the rail as he waited patiently for the other to answer.

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