Spinning Stars on Her Fingernails (Panic! At The Disco)

Chapter 7: Soccer Showdown

First period with Ryan was a little different. He seemed distant, almost afraid of me. Either that or this is normal and I haven't seen the real Ryan until now.

We still haven't figured out what our project was going to be about, and this whole distant thing wasn't really helping.

Every once and awhile I'd get a small murmur of a "yes" or "no". But either than that, he was just quiet. He'd seemed to break past the whole shy thing already, so I don't know what this was about.

After two weird classes with Ryan, I walk into third period with Brendon sitting on top of his desk, as usual.

"Sup, Grace."

"Is that really what you're calling me now?"

"It suits you."

"You're an ass." I roll my eyes.

"Pleased to meet you." He grins.

At that very moment, I had the urge to kiss him. Just grab his face and catch him off guard. Pull away leaving him in shock like I did at practice yesterday.

I guess I'm just a slut for Brendon Urie.

"Are we still on for that soccer showdown tonight?" He asks as we sit on top of our desks.

"Did you really just call it a showdown?"

"Deal with it."

"Anyways, yeah. Meet me at the field at 7:00. Sharp. Meaning don't be late."

"Damn, Grace. Harsh much?"

"I have absolutely no clue what you're talking abo-" My body is pulled forward and I feel Brendon's lips on mine and his hands around the small of my back.
The bell rings and Brendon pulls away as people begin rushing in. As I settle down in my seat I'm speechless. I mean, damn.

Brendon sneaks a smirk my way as he turns to face the front of the room.

***

At lunch Ryan is still quiet. He's always really quiet during lunch, but once again I can tell this is different.

As he stands up to throw his lunch away I follow him and tug him to the side.

"Are you okay? You seem off." I ask when he looks up from his shoes at me.

"Uh, yeah, I'm fine. Just a little tired." I call bullshit, but I'll let it slide.

"Okay, just making sure." He shows me a weak smile then walks away.

***
I sit on the bleachers after practice and wait for Brendon to show up.

"You ready, Grace?" I hear a deep voice and look up to see Brendon.

"Are you ever gonna stop calling me that?"

"What else am I gonna call you?"

"Try my name."

"That is your name."

"My first name."

"Okay, Riley," He over-enunciates "let's just play."

I nod and stand up. We walk side by side down the steps of the bleachers until we reach the field and he steps behind me and whispers.

"I like Grace more." I roll my eyes and push him hard. He stumbles back beside me.

***

"Okay, I'll kick off and you start off defense." I explain.

"What."

"I thought you were good at soccer." I mock with a smirk.

"Shut up."

"Okay, I'll start off."

"That's not fair. You've got cleats on."

"You could have worn better shoes." I point to his converse.

"It's still not fair."

I ignore him and kick off. Brendon ducks under the ball and watches it go into the goal. He turns around and looks at me with a shocked face.

"Oh."

***

We decided to go back to my dorm after our little game that lasted five minutes. It mainly consisted of me scoring a goal and Brendon whining that it wasn't fair.

Brendon and I just sat there for a while. I smelled like shit and decided I should take a shower.

"I'm gonna go clean up. You can stay if you want, I'll be out in a minute. Just watch TV if you want." He nods and grabs the remote.

***

I walk out of the shower in black pajama shorts and a Queen shirt. I wrapped my wet hair in a bun and walk out to see Brendon passed out on my bed. He was curled up into a ball with his head facing the TV.

Well that's pretty fucking cute.

Audrey still hadn't come back. Mind you, it was a Friday night and she usually never came back until 12:00 A.M. on weekdays.

I wanted to curl up next to him and pass out, too. But I knew Audrey would come back and ask me questions in the morning.

I walk over to my bed and tap his shoulder. His face twitches a few times until his eyes flutter open.

"Oh, hi." He whispers.

"Hi." I laugh.

"What time is it?"

"About 9:30."

"I should probably go. I've got work tomorrow."

"Work?"

"I work at the coffee shop down the street on weekends."

"Ah. Maybe I'll grab a coffee then."

"Yeah, you should." He smiles and stretches. He grabs his shoes off the floor and holds them in his hands. He almost walks out the door until I turn him around and kiss him as I hold his face in my hands. I pull back slowly.

"Is this gonna be a regular thing, Grace?"

"Maybe, maybe not." I tease. He rolls his eyes.

"Goodnight, Grace." He walks out the door and I shut it behind him.

"Goodnight." I whisper to myself.

~A/N: I'm sorry for not updating in a while. School's started up again and I was distracted with that and other things. Hope you enjoyed.