Claire and Brendon looked around
the yoga studio in silence. It was
huge, bigger than it was on the day
Brendon discovered Sarah and her
instructor fucking. Memories of the
past filled Brendon's head. The day
he met Sarah behind that dumpster.
The first time they shoplifted from
Ikea together. Their first date at Sarah's brother's weed farm. It was all coming back to him now, and
as it did, he started to feel an emotion he never had before. Guilt.
"Hey, what's wrong?" Asked Grimes, as she put down the self help book
she found on the floor. Brendon had
been standing there, staring at a
crack in the wall with a forlorn look on his face for upwards of five
minutes.
"Urie? Are you listening to me?" Claire followed up when Beebo didn't respond. She walked up to him and stood in front of him, but he didn't seem to notice. She sighed.
Back at Elon's place, Big Ariana had
destroyed every last piece of furniture
that hadn't been destroyed beforehand, using a large bat she brought everywhere with her. "Give me my fucking money!" She screeched, lunging towards Elon, swinging her bat with incredible force. Catboy Musk screamed in fear, and took off running through the front door. Ariana chased after him, eyes glowing red in the bleak sunlight.
Elon knew what he had to do.
Brendon had been paralysed by his own guilt. Sarah was dead, and it was his fault. He killed the woman he loved. He would've been crying over it if he hadn't started crying from the pain of Claire smacking him in the face.
"Get it together!" She yelled. "We need to be a team right now, freak."
"I'm sorry."
"You should be fucking sorry."
"It's just..." Brendon paused. Claire wouldn't get it. "Nothing. Forget it."
"Whatever..." Grimes said, annoyed.
The pair of them started checking the
walls for a hidden door or something, as there didn't seem to be a way out of
this dump. Both of them were unsuccessful. Feeling defeated, they both walked towards the centre of the room to meet eachother. That's when Claire tripped over one of the yoga mats on the floor. Or rather, something underneath it.
Brendon ran to her as she pulled
away the yoga mat, revealing another trap door. They both laughed in relief,
glancing over at each other with big, dorky smiles on their faces. They quickly looked away, embarassed and blushing as the laughter faded into an awkward silence.
"Well. After you." Brendon said softly.
AN: Okay gang I have recovered from the breakup. interact if you #love this fic! please. I'll hurt you if you don't.
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