Sarah Smiles

Can't Fight Against the Youth

I run into the library, where I know Ryan is studying, and search all of the tables. Finally I find her at one in the far back, reading a math textbook. I sit beside her and lay the tickets on the book in front of her. She looks up at me and back at the tickets.
"Are those what I think they are?" She asks with wide eyes and a mischievous smile.

"Panic! At the Disco tickets! Tanner bought them for us!" I whisper yell (you can't exactly yell in a library).

"I think I just died." Ryan states, grabbing her chest and falling back into her chair. I giggle and stand up, taking the tickets with me. I leave her alone with her excitement. The catch, I realize, is to persuade my mother to let me go. 

*****

"When is this show?" My mom asks with a scowl. We've been talking about it for more than an hour, why does she have to know every single minor detail? When is it? Where is it? Who am I going with? Who's going to be there? Will there be swearing? How about crazy stunts? Fun? No way! What is her problem with being a teenager?

"Next weekend. It's on Saturday. I'll stay at Ryan's for the night, as we'll be home pretty late. Anything else?" I ask with a hint of sarcasm. She doesn't catch it, luckily. If she had, I'd be dead by now.

"How much does it cost, and can you afford it?" She raises her eyebrows, trying to find a reason for me not to go, no doubt. She always seems to be doing that. I give a pressed smile and answer the question smoothly.

"Tanner already bought the tickets. I'll just need money for snacks, which I have. I'm all set, so can I go?" I pout a little, hoping that it will help her make a decision, it hasn't in the past but who knows what could influence her.

"Ok, fine. But you have to dress appropriately, and no funny business; I know what's going on in this Tanner kid's mind, and it's sex!" She sneers.

I look at my mother sideways, trying not to laugh. She's known Tanner for years and I thought she knew that he was gay. "Ummm, mom. Tanner is a . . . homo-sexual." I see a flash of shock go across my mom's face, but just as soon as it comes, it's gone again.

"Oh?" Is all she says, and turns back to the dishes that she was washing before we started talking. Oh? Oh? What kind of reply is oh? Well, at least she's allowing me to go to the concert.

I run up the stairs and find Dillan in the hallway, gaping at me. "What?" I ask with a hand on my hip.

"You just told mom that one of your best friends is gay, and she didn't even say anything. I thought for sure she'd protest!" He says, like I was lying about Tanner, or something. Or maybe he thinks our mother is a homophobe? "I know he's your boyfriend, Sarah. You can't lie to me." Nope, he just thinks I'm lying. What a kid! He mimics my hand on hip position, standing in the way of my room. Obviously Dillan doesn't know me very well. I've never had a boyfriend, I've never even thought about having one.

"No he isn't. We're best friends and he really is gay. So you can bugger off." I retort, pushing past him into my bedroom. I stick my head out the door and say, "And you know what I think about guys. I don't even think I would date Brendon Urie if I could." At that I slam the door in Dillan's face and turn to my posters for comfort.

"Oh Brendon." I sigh at one of my Panic! posters. "I can't wait to see you in concert. Those eyes, that hair . . ." I smile to myself. Why am I talking to an inanimate object? It seems I'm going crazy. I roll over and grab my phone to text Ryan and Tanner that I am able go to the show.

Guess who's mom turned a new leaf~S

Are you sure? Did she explicitly say yes, or was it more of a *shrug* be my guest?~R

No no, she said "fine"~S

OMG Sarah, this is going to be the best night ever! I'm sooooo glad your mom decided not to be a bitch today~T

I smile at Tanner's response. He is the only one who would actually stand up to my mom, if I ever let him. He's so sweet and kind hearted, yet aggressive when you hurt the ones he loves. I'm so glad he bought those tickets!

If only it wasnt just a concert. To be able to meet Brendon Urie, now that would be the best day of my life. I think I would literally have heart failure. But its not like that would ever  happen, me meeting Brendon in person. I'm sure he's got better things to do than spend his time with a 16 year old girl, especially one like myself . . .