Sarah Smiles

Trade Mistakes

Sarah's POV

I can't believe Brendon stopped the show just to see if I was OK. That was risky, even for him. Why does he care about me so much already? He knows nothing about me.

It makes me nervous to think about the fact that he called me "sexy". I mean who would find me attractive over Ryan? She spends way more time on her makeup and outfits than I ever do and she always looks amazing. I'm just average.

"Sarah! The shows over, let's go meet the band!" Tanner yells over the noise, pulling me out of my thoughts. I must have missed about three quarters of the concert, just because I was thinking so much. 

"We already met Beebo." I laugh lightly and follow him and Ryan to the backstage door. To be honest, I'm excited to see him again, but nervous too. Everyone will know that it was me he was talking to, they'll probably throw insults and hate at me . . .

"Yeah, Brendon seems really nice. He actually seems to care about you, Sarah." Ryan says, hugging me close.

"I wish you would give him at least a little bit of a chance." Tanner agrees. I don't see why I should, after all he's nine years older than me. My mom would never agree to it.

As we near the beginning of the line, I see Zach and wave at him. He gives a little nod and writes our names down on the clipboard he's holding. There's a sly smile on his lips, or maybe I'm only imagining it.

We enter the backstage space and there are four long lines. The longest line is at Brendon's table. I slide into the line and pull out the panic tee I brought to get signed. Brendon sees me after a few minutes and waves me up to the front. I grin and shyly step out of line and walk casually to the table.

"'Sup?" I ask, trying to act cool and composed, even though I'm screaming on the inside.

"Oh nothing, just thought you would like to sit up here and talk for a bit while I sign shit and then maybe go out for coffee after." He smiles at me, patting the empty seat beside him. Oh god, he just asked me out. I can't just say no, he's Brendon Urie!

"OK. But I don't like coffee, so it'll have to be tea or something." I giggle and sit beside him, handing him my shirt. He signs it and gives it back, turning to the next person in line.
"So, Bren, why are you interested in me and not my red headed friend?" I ask with genuine curiosity.

"Well, don't tell her I said this, but gingers have no soul." He laughs loud and heartily and then turns back to his next fan. "Nah, you're just really pretty to me, a natural beauty." He smiles and I can't help but to grin back. "Sarah Smiles," he chuckles and I feel my cheeks turn pink. I try to hide behind my hands, but he sees. "My mistake." He smirks, continuing to sign random objects that fans bring in.

"I'd stay awake till I trade my mistakes, or they fade away." I quote.

"That's my song!" He smiles at me and I bury my face even deeper into my hands. "I bet you don't have any mistakes." He's flirting again, and I'm not sure how to respond. I've never been good at this sort of thing, that's Ryan's area of expertise.

"More than you know, Beebo, more than you know. You've pretty much been my anchor through it all, though. Well, your music, anyway . . ." I give a weak smile. Why did I tell him that?

He laughs a little at the nick name. "I'm grateful." He smiles as he signs the last of the random objects. I run a hand through his hair, not stopping to think about it. It's really soft and stays where you put it, unlike mine that goes wherever it wants and never listens to a damn thing I say.

"Sarah," He whispers, his eyes rolling back into his head. I quickly pull my hand away. "What are you doing?" He doesn't seem angry, but I quickly apologize.

"I'm sorry." I mumble. God, how stupid am I? He's all flirty and sexy and I'm sitting here playing with his god damn hair.

"Don't be, babe. I'm cool with anything." He winks and gives an erotic smile. Then thinks better of himself and says, "That was a joke. Unless you wanted it not to be," Brendon looks away awkwardly, which makes me feel better about how awkward I've been acting. We're quite the pair . . .

"What was that earlier about going out for a beverage?" I change the subject, looking around for my friends. They must have left already  because I don't see them around anywhere.

"Right! Let's go to Starbucks?" Brendon suggests. He's such a white girl! I won't lie, though, it makes him seem more down to earth. I nod and we stand and head towards the parking lot, where his car is one of the few ones left. I wonder what my mother would say to me going for a ride with a 25 year old man . . . oh well, she's not here right now, she doesn't have to know.