Darling You'll be Okay

Chapter 11: Chipmunk

Faith's POV

"I would still think you were hot." I said, looking down to hide my blush.

Denise was out at the grocery store, buying them out of Monster in anticipation of the Panic! at the Disco concert tonight.

I was sitting in the living room of the house we shared, having a heated discussion about who

Was hot and people who were only hot because they were famous.

"Oh really?" Jaime leaned in closer and I ducked my head further, trying to hide the blush that was only deepening the closer his face got to mine.

"I'm glad I finally asked you on a date."

"Me too." I was probably tomato red by now.

He lifted my chin and was leaning in to kiss me when Denise burst through the door, a grocery bag in her hand and a huge smile on her face.

"You guys," she was practically gushing, "you'll never believe what happened!"

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Denise's POV

I had left Faith at the house with Jaime while I went to the store.

I was going to buy as many Monsters as I could.

I didn't get much sleep last night, and I didn't want to accidentally fall asleep and miss the concert.

I had my basket full of the delicious energy drinks, when Boyfriend by Justin Bieber started playing on my playlist.

How the fuck did that get there?!

I pulled out my iPhone, scrolling for a decent song, not really paying attention to where I was going, when I collided into someone, dropping my basket.

One of the Monsters exploded, sending the sticky fluids everywhere, especially on my socks.

At least I can say that my feet smell fantabulous now.

The man had fallen on the floor, his legs sticking straight into the air.

I thought that only happened in cartoons...

I helped the man up, suddenly looking into the eyes of none other than Bendon Urie.

I was completely speechless.

"I'm so sorry! I wasn't watching were I was going!"

I just stood there, my mouth opening and closing like a fish.

I can pay for your stuff if you want."

I found my voice, though it was high and squeaky when it came out.

"N-n-no, I'm pretty sure it was my fault."

"How would it be you're fault?"

"I wasn't watching where I was going, I was trying to change the song."

He smiled.

"I guess we'll never know who did it then, will we?"

"Nope." I answered, popping the "p".

"Why don't we blame each other over dinner?"

He pulled out a sharpie and wrote his number on my hand, then handed it to me so I could do the same.

He waved and walked off, and I picked up my basket and payed for all of the Monsters, including the broken one.

I practically ran as I went out the door.

Boy, did I have a story to tell when I got home.

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Chipmunk's happy beginning, as she requested.

I think I'm going to take a nap now.

*yawns*

It's 1:21 in the morning right now, so... Yeah.

So long,

Good night,

Don't let the dead bite.

All hail Mikey Way's Unicorn Army

~Flippy~