Trading Mistakes (A Brendon Urie FanFic)

Chapter 13

Chapter 13

                For lunch Brendon, being the dork that he is, got one of the famed turkey legs and I settled with a salad.

                “You know, for as much hype as these get,” he said between bites, “they really aren’t that good.”

                “I could’ve told you that before you even bought it, it’s over priced theme park food, it’s fine but it’s nothing to rave about. You can only rave if you go to one of the big fancy meals with characters.”

                “And how would you know that one?” Brendon asked.

                “Because I may be a little too into Yelp and I was maybe looking at a thing to do with you tonight.”

                “Don’t you need reservations like months in advance for that?”

                “Yeah, I thought about it again and it’s too pricy and if we can see the same characters on the streets here it really isn’t worth it.”

                “Well, I’m glad you didn’t decode you wanted to go through with it, honestly. I’m not a fan of character dining unless children are in the picture,” he said.

                “What’s that supposed to mean?”

                “It means that until we decide we want kids I don’t want to eat with people dressed in costumes. I don’t want to offend you but it’s just not my taste.”

                “No, it’s fine. I understand,” I said, taking the last bite of salad and getting up to throw out the container. I turned around and ran into someone; it was Brendon holding his half-finished turkey leg. He tossed it into the trash and leaned down to hold me.

                “You’re mad, aren’t you?” he asked.

                “No, why would I be mad?”

                “Because I don’t want to do a character thingy.”

                “That’s a stupid reason to be mad, Brendon. I may have short fuse but it isn’t that short, darling,” I laughed slightly.

                “Alright, anyway, I’m really proud of you for facing your fears with the rides, you’ve done great, Faith,” he grinned.

                “Thank you,” I smiled, “you’re the only one who could convince me to do that, I swear.”

                “Well, I’m just a very persuasive person, I guess,” he winked at me. I shook my head and took his hand.

                “C’mon! We’ve got more to do,” I pulled him along behind me. We had done practically everything in the park, so we looped around one last time  before deciding to leave and head over to Downtown Disney.

                “This is only because of the wheel,” Brendon said as he moved his ears off his head momentarily before scratching his head and replacing them.

                “I’m taking what I can get. It’s a shopping excuse and we need to get dinner.”

                “Alright, fine, but I get a couple shops that I want to go into… Saying that I see any.”

                “Oh lord, you can go where ever you want, don’t act like a child,” I said as he found a spot, lucky us, “I have one small request, though.”