Trading Mistakes (A Brendon Urie FanFic)

Chapter 19

                                                                      Chapter 19

                It was May 14th when I finally got to go home. I had my bags packed, said goodbye to all of my friends who were still in the house recovering, and was free to leave. During my three months of treatment I'd actually learned more than I ever expected. I got a temporary job so that I'd be able to do things; I learned how to be independent and how to rely on myself as much as I used to rely on everyone else.

                It was a perfect spring day, the wind cooled down what would be ninety degree heat to a mild seventy-something, giving me the ability to wear the outfit I'd picked to go home in. I was in a white sweater, a summery navy and white polka dot dress, and red sandals to finish off the outfit. The dress was shorter than what I'd normally ever even think of putting on my body because it showed my scars, especially the new ones, but treatment had helped me get past them and realize that I was more than just my scars, and while people would probably judge me based upon them it didn't mean that I was less than everyone else.

                Leaving Orange House for good was interesting, I knew I was going to miss it simply because I'd been there for so long, but at the same time I was really excited. I closed the door behind me and there, directly in front of my on the street, was the car. A smile spread across my face so fast and so wide that it immediately hurt. But at the same time in the back of my head I was nervous beyond words. It has been three months since we'd last seen each other, maybe he wouldn't like me the same.

                He got out of the car, ran to me, picked me up and kissed me, any fear that I'd had immediately vanished with his touch.

                "Brendon," I squealed and pulled him closer to me.

                "Oh my God, I've missed you so much," he said into my hair. After another moment he pulled back and took a look at me, "You look beautiful. It's so nice to see you look like you're really happy."

                "Of course I'm happy," I laughed, "I'm seeing you for the first time in three months, you think I'm going to be sad?"

                "No," he chuckled as he took my hand and led me to the car, he got in the driver's seat and we headed home, "It's just that when you're happy you get this glow and it was fading slowly and now it's all back."

                "Well," I blushed and looked down, "Anyway, what'd I miss while I was away from the world?"

                "We had a very interesting development in the Jenna and Ryan saga."

                "Oh no," I sighed, "What happened?"

                "It's not really bad, that being said it also isn't necessarily really great... I mean at the moment it isn't great."

                "Get on with it," I said, even anti-anxiety medication couldn't stop me from getting way too worried about Jenna and her actions.

                "Well, I got a text from the two of them a couple weeks ago since she couldn't reach you. They got engaged last month."

                "Jesus fucking Christ, they've been together for like five months!" I said, thankful it wasn't that she was pregnant or dying, but still not exactly happy.

                "That's exactly what I thought, but we've been requested to be in the wedding party. Which means that she wants you back in Arizona because she's planning stuff with her mother's consent."