Unsteriotyped

Chapter Four: Brendon and I??!!

It's only a 10 minute drive max from my house to the hospital. I only got my license just a month ago, celebrating my 16th birthday. When I got there Brendon texted me where to meet him. I walked into the ICU.
I saw him in the back near a hospital room. I walked in and said,
"Bren I'm here."
He looked up and had the saddest face I had ever seen.
"Are you okay, is something else wrong?"
"Well, we were gonna have our big concert tonight and Pete Wenz was gonna come and see it, and we had our chance to get signed! But Spencer overdosed and he STILL doesn't want help!"
"Brendon!!! I'm so sorry. Don't worry there will be many other chances! It's okay."
He sniffed awkwardly and continued,
"Even if we do, we will have to fly out to California to see Pete. And it's impossible with school to get any other potential signers. And just all at once... Everything just came falling down."
"You guys are talented- way to talented to not get others interested. Plus Pete won't be to mad, he seems like a good guy, even if he's a big deal. Whatever happens, and I know this is cheesy, but it all happens for a reason."
"I really hope so."
Then I hugged him. We were standing in the middle of the hospital. He needed a hug and I gave it to him. He ended up pulling me in really tight and we stayed like that.
And that feeling came back.
Why was I feeling this sudden attraction to Brendon?! Or I guess just noticing it?!
Finally we let go when doctor came in.
"Hey, your here for Spencer Smith?"
"Yes, I am." Replied Brendon.
"He's okay, but he's gonna be hospitalized for a few days. You can't see him yet, so you should go home and get rest. Tomorrow you can though."
He just nodded and the doctor left.
"Do you need a ride home?" I asked
"Well I came with Ryan, and he left so yeah, I'm sorry I'm asking for a lot."
"It's okay, you need your friends right now."

We walked out quietly As we were getting into my car I said,

"You know, you should do some song writing-For your album. If you want more attention you should write. It will also help you clear your head."
"That's a good idea, it might actually work."
Then we drove home in silence. It was late and we both were tired.
I pulled into his house and we both quietly said goodbye. I drove back to that empty house.
As usual I changed and went to bed.

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I woke up to many texts from Brendon.
2:42 A.M.
Brendon: I DID IT
Brendon: I WROTE AN AMAZING SONG YOU WERE RIGHT
Brendon: BEST SONG IVE EVER WROTE!!!
4:43 A.M.
Brendon: I can't sleep, drank to much coffee, because it helps the thinking process. AHH I WROTE A HIT!
Brendon: I JUST GOT THE NOTEPAD OUT AND SUDDENLY I COUDNT STOP WRITING AND NOW I HAVE A HIT!
Brendon: IM SO HAPPY AND EXITED AHHH!!!!!!!!!
Brendon: ILY TAYLOR JAMES!!!
I smiled at my phone. He was such a little kid, it was cute.
I got up and dressed in a plain black skater dress and high top black converse. I had a simple silver necklace on. My hair was slightly waved and I had little makeup besides my usual dramatic eyeliner.
I made food and headed to school. At my locker an eager Brendon awaited me.
"AHH TAYLOR I DID IT, I WROTE ONE HECK OF A SONG!" he screamed.
"You seem excited, glad your happy. What's it called?"
"This Is Gospel."
"Wow, nice tittle- very unique. We can go for fro-yo after school and do some homework. Show it to me then. I don't have anything but a band rehearsal till 4:30 for the concert tonight so I have time."
"Okay cool, I CAN'T WAIT!" He said like an eager kid.
I just rolled my eyes and smiled. We walked into class.
School was a drag as usual. Easy crap, lame teachers, terrible students.
Band rehearsal was typical, just need to keep practicing is all.
Finally I was pretty exited to hear his song. Just the tittle had me interested, and I liked seeing him work hard and be happy.
I walked in and he was already at a table with his yogurt my usual - strawberry with Mochi on it.
"Hey, time to see that song!"
He handed me the notepad. It read:
"This is Gospel
For the fallen ones
Not to wait in permanent slumber
Assessing there apotheosis
In pieces in broken memories"
I stopped reading. "Bren, this is deep. It's so different from your usual style."
"Keep reading, it gets better!"
"It's great already, just different!"
I kept reading
"If you love me let me go
Cuz theses words are knives that often lead scars
The fear of falling apart"

"Ahh, it's so deep and unique! And you wrote it alone in one night!?"

"I had a lot of emotion, and support from my beautiful best friend, Taylor James." He smirked and beamed.

The way he said it made those pesky little butterflies come back in my stomach.

"Shut up, I just told you to write!" I smiled bashfully while saying this.

" Taylor, your the one who encouraged me to do any of this!"

I just gave him a smile and said,
"I guess i'm just the best aren't I"
And we both ate our yogurt, and discussed the pretty simple homework. Finally we headed home. We were talking and laughing walking out until Brendon stopped mid-step and started staring at a guy and a girl on the bench outside holding hands and sharing a yogurt.
The girl was actually beautiful with shoulder length dirty blond hair and brown eyes.  The guy looked like a Fuckboy from some other Highschool.
"Bren is that..."
"Yes, that would be Alana."
I met her a couple times and never did I expect her to be the cheating type. She always seemed super sweet and funny. Now she's all over some other guy.
Alana must have noticed us staring because she and the guy turned around.
We all just stared at each other, really awkwardly.

Brendon was really mad.

"So your the asshole who stole my girlfriend."

the boy gruffly  replied,
"She LEFT you for ME"

Brendon has a bad temper. He just glared angrily then actually threw a punch. I pulled his arm down and said gently

"Brendon just stop. They are both terrible people, and it's fate that they are together. Let them be."

With I let go of his arm. Brendon glared at him and they exchanged hateful glances.

I've always had a powerful influence over Brendon, he genuinely respects me.

We walked away just got into the car. we were both exhausted and he looked extremely hurt. I knew he hated talking when he was sad, so I played one of his favorite songs that didn't remind him of Alana, "Why'd You Only Call Me When Your High" By Arctic Monkeys. He tapped along to the beat and drove to his house.