I Was Made For Loving You

Things Have Changed For Me

The next few weeks pass in a blur of school assignments, shifts at the Coffee Bean, and with me trying to spend as little time at home as possible. Brendon has been equally busy between his shifts at the Smoothie Bar and band practice. The guys have quite a following now and have been booked to play several local bars over the coming weeks.  Since the night I slept at his place, we have become closer. We share a few classes and sometimes manage to meet up at lunch, but given our hectic schedules, we've literally just seen each other in passing.

I'm currently sitting in the lunch hall waiting on Shauna to arrive when a shadow appears above me.
"Hey you, what's a pretty girl like you doing sitting here all alone?"
"Hey, Bren." I laugh. "I'm waiting on Shauna. Why are you here? Aren't you meant to be at school band practice?"
"Yes," he whispers as she gently pushes me along the bench so he can sit beside me. "I was on my way there when I saw this beautiful girl sitting all by herself with her nose in a sketch book,"
"Oh really?" I question looking around the cafeteria."I can't see anyone maych8ng that description." I laugh, poking him in his ribs. "Seriously though, won't Mr Keith be pissed that you're not there?"
"I'm sure he'll live. Listen, Carlyn, I know we've both been pretty busy lately....."
"Mmmhmm..."
"Are you working tonight?"
"No, for once I have a night off, why?
"The guys and I have practice tonight, and I was wondering if you'd like to come along and watch. Spencer is going to ask Shauna if she wants to come as well."
"Sure, why not. I can work on my art assignment whilst I listen to you play. What time?"
"Meet me at your locker after the final bell, we can go grab some food before we head over to rehersals." He informs me as he stands up to make way for Shauna.
"Catch you later, Carly," he shouts, giving me one of his cheesiest grins as he makes his way to the music rooms.
"What was that all about?" Shauna asks as she takes Brendons now vacant seat.
"Nothing, really. He was inviting me to reherals tonight. Which, by the way, I know you are going to." I say, wiggling my eyebrows. "You and Spencer seem to have really hit it off."
"Yeah, we have. He's so cute and funny, but it's nothing serious, though we're just having fun.....Anyway, you were saying...."
"Oh yeah, rehearsals. He's getting me at my locker, and we are gonna grab some food first...."
"Oooh.....a date," she teases me.
"It's NOT a date, shauna. We're just getting food."
"Yeah, whatever," she laughs. "Just you keep telling yourself that."

For the rest of the afternoon, I find myself clock watching. Time feels like it's standing  still.  Mr Reynolds is currently droning on about some trigonometry theory, which means nothing to me.  Staring out the window, I can see the playing field and  Mr Rose's PE Class, who are currently out there. I suddenly see Brendon and Brent goofing around on the field, and I can't help but admire his physique.  I used to think he was a total ass and a jerk, but having spent more time with him lately, I find my opinion changing. The past few weeks, I've actually missed our interactions when he's not been around. I might even go so far admit that I have missed him. Although I wouldn't admit that publicly. I can definitely say that in relation to my feelings for Brendon that things have changed for me. However, I am scared of getting hurt, and his reputation as a 'player' does worry me. He is such a natural flirt. I've known Brendon for a few years, and I have seen him in action. 
Oh my God, the realisation hits me like a ton of bricks.....I have feelings for Brendon Urie.  Now, there are words I never thought I would utter.

After the final bell rings, I make my way towards my locker only to find Brendon already there waiting for me. I put my school things in and lock it.
"C'mon Carlyn, let's go get some food, I am starving," he states, taking my hand and leading us through the hallway. The Vegas heat is stifling as we make our way to Brendon's car.
"What do you feel like eating?" he asks, plpulling out the school parking lot.
"I don't care as long as it's good."
"Ok. I know the perfect place." In a matter of minutes, we are up a little side street just off the strip.  Brendon has parked in front of a little Italian pizzeria. "They serve the best pizzas, ever, here." He states excitedly. I must admit the aromas coming from inside have got my stomach rumbling.  As we enter, Brendon is greeted by the owner, like a long-lost family member, which I find quite cute. Once we're settled in our booth, I can't help but tease him about it.
"I assume you're a regular here?"
"Kind of," he blushes. "Mr DeLuca, the man that greeted us, and his wife have been kind of feeding me since I left home. I occasionally help them out in the kitchen when they need it."
"Oh, Brendon, that's so cute. How have I lived here all my life and never knew about this place?" I question loudly.
"Because, this..." he says waving his arms around "is one of Vegas's best kept secrets."