Please Stay (A Brendon Urie Fanfiction)

Chapter 4

Brendon's POV

I was driving home and all I could think about was dialing Taylor's number. I pulled my phone out of my pocket once I got to a red light and began dialing.

"Hey." I heard through the speaker.

"Hey Ryan. Can I come over? I really want to get high tonight and take my mind off of things for a while."

"Sure but you have to be quiet coming through the window, my parents are asleep." He replied.

"Yeah. I know the drill. I'll be there in ten. Make sure the window is unlocked."

After he said okay and we gave each other our goodbyes, he hung up.

During my drive to Ryan's house I kept contemplating on whether I should text Taylor or not.

I decided not to after almost texting her about 10 times.

Once I parked the car around the block from Ryan's house I began walking towards it with my hands in my pockets.

I'd snuck into Ryan's house lots of times before so I knew how to get in quietly.

I tiptoed my way across the yard, bent over so you couldn't see me in any of the windows, reached Ryan's window and pushed it up before I threw my body through it.

It made a loud noise a scared Ryan. 

"Jesus Christ Brendon. You scared the shit out of me."

His eyes widened when he heard his mom call to him from the other side of the hallway.

"Ry? What was that are you okay?"

He put one of his hand near his mouth and cupped it around his lips so that his mom could hear him better. "Yeah mom! I'm fine I just fell off my bed that's all. Go back to bed!"

"Okay goodnight sweetie." She said back.

He waited a second before laughing a little bit. "Man she's gullible."

"That's a good thing, man. You wouldn't want her coming in here finding out you've got weed. And you know she doesn't like me."

"True true." He said with the corners of his lips pointing downward a little bit.

He finally asked the question I'd been avoiding.

"So what do you want to get off your mind so bad?" He said while getting out his weed.

He handed me the bong and I took a hit before replying to him.

"I ran into Taylor Jones at wrecks today." I say, blowing out smoke.

"And?" He said before putting the bong back up to his mouth for another hit.

"She gave me her number. I don't know if I should call her not. Maybe I could just text her." I took another hit.

And another.

And another.

And another.

He was giving me advice about it but I couldn't really make out what he was saying because my hearing started to go fuzzy and my mind started to feel light and happy.

"I think I'll call her now." I giggled. I didn't know why but I couldn't stop smiling. And I also couldn't get the image of Taylor out of my mind.

My body slumped over the floor as I reached for my phone that was laying on the carpet next to my car keys.

Once the phone was in my hands' grasp, I went to my contacts and scrolled until I found Taylor's name.

It rang.

And rang.

Finally, I heard her voice.

"Hello? Who is this?" She sounded tired.

I chuckled. "Heh its brendon." I could tell my words were slurring almost as if I was drunk.

"Brendon- it's 1:30 in the morning."

I couldn't believe it.

"No it's not it can't b-" I looked at Ryan's clock, "oh my god. Ryan it's 1:30." I tried to gain my composure as much as I could. "Ry I gotta go home." My words were still slurring even though I put all my effort into talking like a normal human.

I suddenly heard Taylor's voice speaking again. "Be careful driving home like that."

I laughed harder then I should've. "Like what!"

"Brendon you're high. Really really high. At least that's what it sounds like." She said in a serious tone.

I just let random words slide out of my mouth, "You're really pretty, okay I gotta go now bye!"

I clicked the red button and the phone call ended.

"She loves me." I said to myself.

While I climbed out the window I slipped about four times and fell the fifth time.

"Ow." I scratched my head and then quickly stood back up and jogged to my car.

When I got back into my car I just sat there for a second thinking about the phone call I'd just had.

I think I just fucked up everything.