Sarah Smiles

Time to Dance

Sarah's POV

I start home at noon. As I walk through the front door, I notice how quiet it is. My mom must be out grocery shopping. Thank God, she can't ask me about the concert.  "Sarah! How was the concert?" Dillan comes meandering down the stairs, rubbing his sleepy eyes. He's only wearing pajama pants. Well, him I'll tell, as long as he keeps it from our mom.

"It was great. Brendon did a bunch of tricks. He also pointed me out and asked me how I was. Then he came home with us and we all hung out. So yeah, it was great!" I smile at him and walk into the kitchen. "Want some pancakes?" I ask, pulling out a skillet and the pancake mix. I don't want him to make a big deal of it, which is why I change the subject.

"Hell yeah!" Dillan laughs and grabs the milk and eggs out of the fridge. "So you actually met Brendon fucking Urie?" He questions. Obviously my tactic didn't work.

"Yo! Watch your mouth, and yeah. He called me sexy and I freaked out and he might have kissed me too. I can't tell if that was a dream or not." I sigh as I think about him. Dillan's mouth drops open, he looks as shocked as I feel.

"And you said you wouldn't even date Brendon Urie if you got the chance. Isn't he like 30, anyways? What is he, a pedo?" Dillan mixes the pancake batter with aggression and I take the whisk from his hand.

"Don't tell mom! Whatever you do, she can't know that I'm friends with someone who's almost ten years older than me. He's 25, though, and once I'm 18, it's legal to date him." I explain, putting everything away and hopping up onto the counter.

"You think I would tell mom?" Dillan scoffs. I don't really think he will, I just want to make sure he won't. You can never be too careful with ten year olds. I start cooking the pancakes and put them on two plates. I hand one to Dillan and take the other for myself. He pulls out the table syrup and we sit at the table to eat.

*****

What time are you coming?~S

I text Brendon, hoping he hasn't forgotten about the plans that we made last night, after all it was his idea.

How's 5:30?~B

I smile. That's in an hour. I can totally get ready in an hour! I mean, it'll be a challenge, but it's doable.

See you then, Beebo!~S

I text back quickly and hop into the shower. I specifically use the lavender shampoo and the coconut body wash, just in case things get close. I shave my armpits and legs and step out of the shower.

I walk back into my room, wrapped in a towel and brushing my hair out. I grab my flower dress, a scarf (the dress has a low neckline) and my strappy sandals. I pull my hair up into a high bun, get into my outfit and check the clock. 5:15, bingo!

I'm ready!~S

I text Brendon and go downstairs to wait by the door. Unfortunately, my mom sees me. "Where are you going now?" She grumbles. None of your business, I want to say. But I don't.

"Out. With a friend you don't know. Don't worry he's nice. No sex or anything." I laugh a little to myself. But my mom's not laughing, she's scowling. Typical. Fucking typical.

"What's his name? Where are you going? What time will you be home? Where does he live? How old is he?" She bombards me with the millions of questions she always asks. Can't I go out without her knowing the whole life story of the person I'm going out with?

"His name is Brendon. We're going out for dinner, I'm not sure where. I don't know what he's got planned, it's a surprise. I'll probably be home before 11. He lives somewhere here in Summerlin and he's 18." I say, cutting off six years of his age. I know he looks older than 18, but my mom already hates him.

"18?! YOU AREN'T GOING!" She yells, appalled by the very idea of me going out with someone two years older than me. Imagine if she knew how old he actually is. She'd blow the roof, let alone the gasket she's blowing right now.

The doorbell rings, saved by the bell, quite literally. "I've got it!" I yell, even though my mom is right beside me. I open the door to Brendon, holding a rose and wearing a nice dress shirt and slacks.

"Hey, beautiful." He smiles broadly. I widen my eyes to say, 'don't get too friendly' and he hands me the rose. I give it to my mom and give my biggest sucking up smile.

"Can you put this in a vase?" I ask her. She growls at me, but walks away with the flower. While she's gone I wave Brendon closer.

He closes the door behind him and slings an arm around my shoulder. "I'm Brendon Urie. I'm not going to pressure Sarah to do anything she doesn't want to do. I'll bring her back sober and still a vir--" I cover his mouth with my hand.

"Virtually perfect teenage girl." I substitute, glaring at Brendon. He looks like he's enjoying my misery, what an asshole. I wait in anticipation, knowing my mom is contemplating never letting me out of the house again. She rounds the corner again, no flower in hand now.

"Fine. Just go." My mom seethes. Oops, I made her mad . . . oh well. We walk out the door and into the surprises of the night.