Sarah Smiles

Pas De Cheval

Brendon's POV

Sarah and I are driving back to her house. It's 10:30, I wanted to get her home early so that her mother couldn't complain. We're mostly driving in silence, but it's a good kind of silence, the kind I feel comfortable in.

She turns to me with a sad smile. "I wish I could be as great as you. I mean at my age you were pretty much famous. How did that happen?" The way she says it makes me think she doesn't think that she could do it. With her talent, I'm sure she could.

I laugh a little, glancing at her and then looking back at the road ahead. How did that happen? I guess we just got lucky. "I really have no clue. We just worked really hard and then we were in."

As we near Sarah's house, she blurts out, "Teach me to drive stick. Please?" I give her a sideways look. She is the best kind of random.

"You have your beginners, right?" I ask, making sure I can legally do that. She nods. "OK. Then we can start first thing tomorrow, if you'd like?"
She thinks about it for a minute, and her face falls.

"Wait! Tomorrow is Monday, there's school." She groans. I don't blame her, really, I always hated school.

"Oh. Right. I'll pick you up after, then?" I ask, maybe a little too hopefully. She nods, coughing lightly.

"Yeah. Ok, but I wouldn't suggest coming into the school, unless you want to be trampled by all the girls who think you're hot." She says, laughing a little.

"If that includes you, then I'm good." I smile back at her, ignoring how I just crossed so many lines again. We turn into her driveway and I walk her to the door. "I had a great time tonight."

"Me too, Brendon. I am so happy I met you." She smiles, looking up at me. I know she won't kiss me, so I go in for a hug instead. She gives me a small peck on the cheek and opens the door.

"Young lady, you are in a heap of trouble!" Mrs. Zeal yells as we walk into the house. "And you," she points at me, "get the hell out of my house!" I start to leave but Sarah puts out her hand, stopping me from going anywhere.

"No. Brendon stay and see what my mother has figured out. I think we can all guess what you're going to say." The look on Sarah's face is a challenge toward her mother. Do it, I dare you, she seems to say.

"Fine. You can't see each other anymore because this Brendon Urie is 25 years old. That means that he's nine years older than you. I will not allow that!" Her mom screams. I look at her angry, red face and shake my head, unable to comprehend why she is so upset.

I turn to Sarah and give her a look that I hope she interprets as 'I'm really sorry. I'll see you tomorrow and I hope you're ok'. She nods, tears streaming down her face. I hug her to my chest, seeing Mrs. Zeal's scowl out of the corner of the eye. I walk out the door before the woman can say anything else about us.