Your POV

"I'm fucking broke." I told my best friend, Tyler. Tyler giggled, laying on my bed on his stomach. "And I'm cash money." He said back, turning on his phone. I squinted my eyes at him, "I'm not kidding!" I squeaked.

"Hello not kidding, I'm Tyler." Tyler replied. "I will strangle you." I said back. "Do it, coward." He giggled, I glared and then brow into laughter. "Okay but seriously, I'm broke. I can't get a job anywhere, either. I have no car and you know my parents won't help me." I sighed, turning on my laptop.

"Get a sugar daddy." He responded immediately. "What?! No! I want to be a virgin until I'm at least 21!" I told him, hitting him with my pillow. "Well you want money, right? There is sexless relationships, but that barely gets you $20. Your body is beautiful, so I'd probably use it for money if I were you." He told me. I blushed immediately.

"There is no way you actually want me to go through with this." I told him, squinting my eyes. He gave me a pretty playful face, I just sighed. "Fine." I went to Chrome. After a few minutes of looking for dating websites, Tyler looked over my shoulder. "I said sugar daddy websites, dummy." He told me, hitting me over the head.

I rolled my eyes. He took my computer, finding some website. We set up my account, I sat back and waited for some thing to happen. "What age did you press again?" I asked Tyler, referring to the preferred ages for myself.

"I think I accidentally clicked 30-40.." Tyler said. My jaw dropped. "I will personally slap you." I said, grabbing his shirt. He broke into laughter- "I'm kidding, dummy. Of course I clicked 19-29." Tyler told me, I loosened up and glared. "Don't get your panties twisted, I would never set you up with someone way out of your league." He said, sitting on the floor and eating lays chips.

"Why are you on the floor?" I asked, "Because beds and couches are for cowards." He replied. I rolled my eyes, logging on to my Netflix account.

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A few days went by and I got messages from several men. I told Tyler about it, he said he'd be on his way to the apartment after work. He works at a Spencer's, so he brings back a lot of edgy and funny things back. They give it to him when there was too much shipping, so it's fine. Me on the other hand, I paint and write songs. Mostly romance, and sometimes more sad music. Tyler calls me emo- I disagree.

As Tyler arrived back at our shared apartment. "I just realized- how are you broke and you sell paintings?" Tyler asked, drinking out of his sprite bottle. I shrugged and drank from my (favorite drink). "Since I don't work outside of the apartment, I don't get paid as much as most artists or something. My paintings aren't in a museum of anything, so there's that." I shrugged and jerked my beanbag from under my bed.

"Yet, Y/n." Tyler responded. I rolled my eyes again. "I hope they fall out, too." Tyler joked, scooting next to me in my office chair. "Oh God. You sound like my family." I chuckled. He just smiled.

We went through who messaged me- looking at the names.

"frankieromustdie looks edgy." I said, pressing an x. "Yeah, and thisistherealryanross seems fake." Tyler chuckled. After going through names like gerardway, patrickstump and dallonweekes, I almost gave up. Until I saw one person who caught my attention in a very lustful way, I felt a little turned on by his profile picture.

"Bingo." Tyler smirked, seeing my pink face. I wanted to stare at this man, and I wanted to see him in person. A pretty face doesn't always mean at pretty heart, Y/n... a voice lingered through my head. I just ignored it and watched as Tyler created a conversation with this man.

brendonurie : hello cutie:) you look wonderful in your profile picture, i hope you're having a great day. xo, bren.

I smiled widely, snatching the computer from Tyler.

y/u/n (your username) : hello yes, i'm y/n. and you look hot in yours.

Tyler snorted, taking it back. "Seriously, hot? Are you trying to get blocked?" He chuckled, then started having small talk with this man.

After about 15 minutes of conversation, he agreed to be my sugar daddy and pay for my college tuition. I hugged Tyler tightly. "I love you best friend- so much." I squeezed him. He hugged me back, "Y/n, let me breathe." He chuckled. I let go and smiled like the goofball I am.

I gave the man- I mean Brendon, my phone number. As we talked through the night, I started getting tired.

brendonurie : How old are you, darling?

y/u/n : I'm 19- what about you? You look young in your profile picture.

brendonurie : 25.

My jaw dropped. I thought he was young, but not that young. He looked 30 to 40 in his profile picture. We talked for another 15 minutes until he fell asleep.

"Why aren't you asleep yet?" Tyler asked, walking in my room and giving me some tea. I shrugged, "Brendon is just really cute, and young!" I giggled. Tyler rolled his eyes. "What? I know you'd be in to him too." I chuckled. "Yeah maybe. But it's cute how you're gushing about your sugar daddy, who you've just met today." Tyler said.

I rolled my eyes. "Shut up, bottom." I giggled. "Silence switch." He retorted, walking away.

A/n; i know you expect smut in the first chapter, you SINNERS (**joke**)