You're the Only Hope For Me

Chapter Three

I sulked around my house for the rest of the day. I finally reconnected with my best friend, and now he's gone. My day consisted of My Chemical Romance and feeling sorry for myself.

I took Frank's advice and gave up on the online dating thing. It wasn't working out anyways. It was time to give it a rest.

I found myself busy writing that day, something I never did. My pen was in control, writing out things before I even thought about them. It wrote about my interaction with Frank and my worries about him. I was pleasantly surprised with the end product.

It was my phone that rang halfway through. I picked it up without looking at the caller, holding it up to my ear as I continued writing.

"Hello?" I asked.

"Hi. Nice music. I see you haven't changed," a guy said into the phone. I froze. I know that voice.

"Brendon?" I questioned as I quickly killed the music.

"Hey Rose," he greeted, assuring me it was him.

"Hi!" I said, maybe too excitedly, "What brings you?"

"I just wanted to say hi. It's been a while," he said cooly.

"Uh... Yeah," I laughed. Brendon and I dated for a while, back in high school. He actually took me to prom. We were a cute couple for almost a year. After that, we just grew apart. He started up his own band and skyrocketed up to fame. "You in town?"

"I'm actually on the plane. Its kind of last minute, but we have a show in about two hours if you wanted to come. I can sneak you backstage," he said cheerfully.

"I see you haven't changed either," I bit my lip, "You little rebel. I'd love to come and catch up with you."

"Can't wait to see you again," Brendon chuckled before hanging up.

I melted and quickly ran into my room. Two hours wasn't long enough to get ready. I want to look good tonight. It's been ages since I've seen Brendon. I rummaged trough my pile of band shirts and pulled out a Panic! at the Disco one.

Before venturing off to my car, I shoveled lunch down and ran off with nothing but my phone. There was a lot of traffic getting there. No doubt, all of these people were going to see the concert. Frustrated, I moved through the lanes and made it about fifteen minutes before they were supposed to go on.

Brendon waited for me at the back gate with security. He smiled and looked me up and down, bringing me into a hug. We walked back into the venue, up a lot of steps to the backstage part.

"I've missed you! It's been a long time," he pulled his arm around my shoulder and squeezed me close.

"I know!" I said. It was such a coincidence, running into the both of them. I almost expected Pete to come out of nowhere.

The only person who did come out of nowhere was Spencer. He smirked to Brendon and turned to me, "Wow it's been a while since I've seen this."

Brendon cleared his throat and pulled his arm back to his side, "Spencer, this is Rose." A technician tapped on his shoulder and he turned apologetically to me, "You two talk for a while. I'll be right back."

Spencer held out his hand and shook mine. He seemed pretty friendly. "Hi, I'm Spencer. That's Dallon over there." Dallon had been looking questioningly at me and turned to his bass and blushed.

I giggled, "I know who you guys are. I listen to your music. Hi Dallon."

He gave a wave and turned his attention away.

Brendon returned behind my back and pinched me in the hips teasingly. I jumped back and he caught me, laughing at his sick joke. "How's it going?" he whispered into my ear.

"I love your friends," I smiled and he smiled back.

He checked to make sure no one was looking and took my head, motioning me to follow him. It wasn't like I had a choice. We walked through the hall to the end where it was only lit by one emergency light.

"Ooh mysterious," I commented and tucked my hair behind my ear.

"Yeah, the guys would never let it go if they knew. Rose, it's been a long time and I don't know why I ever lost you," he looked down at me.

I always loved him, whether it was rock star Brendon or just regular Brendon. Clearly he still has feelings for me. Maybe this could work.

I backed into the wall and he moved closer, grazing my cheek with his hand, "I was stupid to think that the band was more important to what we had."

I got lost in his eyes and bit my lip, "Yeah yeah, you're an idiot. I know. Let's skip to the end."

His eyebrows raised up and he smiled, "You're quick."

"And you're mean," I pouted. His lips were inches away from mine. I felt his warm breath and it sent goosebumps up my spine.

He chuckled and cupped my cheek, finally pressing his lips to mine. I held his shoulder and his hand wandered to my hair. This wasn't like what he used to be. Young Brendon was so innocent. If he ever kissed me, it was a sweet and short one. Back then, I was okay with it.

I'm far more than okay with this.

He found his way down to my waist and pulled his hips to mine. This boy was eager. I liked it.

"Brendon? The show's starting!" Dallon ran through the hallway.

Our lips smacked as he backed away and shushed me.

"I'm coming!" he shouted and turned back to me.

He kissed me, shorter this time, but equally amazing, "I love you Ro. See you in a bit."

I pushed him playfully and smirked as he chased Dallon down. I followed him and listened as the crowd began to scream.