One Last Kiss {Book Three}

Chapter 3

"No! I'm not talking to him!" I scream over at Kat who apparently had Brendon on the phone. I was still pissed off from what he did yesterday. I know it's not that big of a deal to most people, but it was to me.

"Hannah, come on." She looked annoyed. Her arm extended out towards me with the phone in her hand. "Just talk to him. He deserves to hear from you."

"Or does he?" I send a glare in her direction, but she was persistent in trying to hand me the phone.

After about another minute, I finally gave in and took the device out of her hand. Hesitantly, I placed it to my ear to hear his uneasy breathing on the other line.

"Hello.." It was the first thing that came to mind. As pissed off as I was, I couldn't exactly come up with anything witty to say to him.

"Hannah..I am terribly sorry." A sigh of pure annoyance escapes my lungs. We've been over this Urie, I'm not forgiving you. Just forget it. "Let me make it up to you. Or at least attempt to. Before you refuse my offer, I'm just going to throw out there that I've made a special request and I'm hoping you'll come home to join me."
A special request? What exactly was he trying to pull here?

But before I got the chance to rebuttal his statement, I heard the clicking sound that indicated he hung up. The phone was still up against my ear as I tried to figure out what he meant. But it could be fucking anything. He wants you home. Go back to him! But I don't want to see him right now. Stop being so difficult!

"Hannah." Kat snapped her fingers in front of my face. Pushing her manicured hand out of my face, I give her phone back. "Just go back home. He's dying to see you." Her eyes softened as the words escaped her mouth.

"What part of 'I don't want to see him', do you not understand, Kat?!" I felt my voice raise slightly.

She sighed and brought both her middle and index finger to the temple of her forehead. She was just as frustrated with me as I was with her. But why was she siding with him? Why was she pushing me away? Was I overreacting? I mean, I kinda did explode on him yesterday. But I had every right to.

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"Hey baby, you've been up here for quite awhile. Why not come downstairs for a little bit and relax? " I stood at the door to the music room, to see Brendon sitting at his desk set up in the back. As I stepped closer to him, I noticed his head was hung in his hands as he was looking over the clutter lyrics and tour ideas strewn about the surface.

"I need to do this." He mumbled and continued to quietly talk to himself. He always did this as a finalization. He always went over everything and sometimes even tweaked some songs that he hadn't released yet.