Golden Days | Brendon Urie

3. When the light begins to fade

At 7:42 pm, Bianca drove back home from work. Well, back to her dreary one-bedroom apartment. She would not necessarily call it home. And technically her work day had ended at five, but ever since Courtney had moved out of a shared apartment with Bianca and into one with her boyfriend, they would stay at work for hours after closing time to hang out together. They were both nostalgic for the days that they lived together, and frustrated by the troubles of their twenty-something lives.

Los Angeles traffic is the farthest thing from a force to be reckoned with. And as Bianca's car idled in the midst of a beautiful sunset and a shit ton of cars, she thought of Brendon Urie. Well, not that she hadn't done this a billion times before. This time was exotically different; better.

Instead of longing for a closer look at the warm, chocolate eyes that had occupied her thoughts for years, she recalled the image of his face in meticulous detail. His eyes were in fact warm and chocolatey, but also beaming with excitement and full of sadness at the same time. The epitome of puppy-dog eyes. She pictured the full pink lips, and the two front teeth that jutted out slightly from the others in the same row. The adorably unique shape of his nose, how the septum sort of droops downward when he smiles. The scar on his right eyebrow that forms a badass-looking line through the arch. The light stubble on his jawline and above his lip. She yearned to run her fingers through his quiff of dark brown hair that swooshed back and forth ever so slightly when he turned his head.
She remembered how she had flirted with Brendon. And more than anything, how he had started it. How he found a skimpy Polaroid picture of her, and liked what he saw. The butterflies in her stomach fluttered madly, like a child swinging too high.

But seeing that it was Brendon Urie, and Bianca was just a fangirl, she figured that whatever high this potential tryst might bring her to would have to diminish as quickly as it came. Because when you fly too close to the sun, you can either burn up or be yanked back to reality. Brendon was the sun, for sure. And Bianca was a dreamer.

As the light begins to fade, a single star appears in the sky. The clock just makes the colors turn to grey. In the terrible traffic of so many people coming home from work, Bianca moved at only ten or fifteen miles per hour at all times. Her small black Toyota slowly crawled towards 213 Cartland Street. She stared right at the one star in the sky that stood apart from all the others. As the minutes passed, and the sun inched farther towards the horizon, more twinkling stars began to appear one by one.

Her dilated pupils were full of every star in the sky, and her mind was infatuated at the thought of Brendon Urie.

***

Across town, on a shingled roof, Brendon lay on his back. He watched the stars and thought of how screwed up his life had become. Just two months ago, everything had been perfect. He and Sarah, and Bogart and Penny Lane. They had become a family.

His heart ached, for he knew that no matter how much he longed for the past, his home life could never be the same again. Even if they got back together, even if he forgave her, it would never feel right. Sarah had cheated on him with an old highschool sweetheart. He sneered at the thought of him. His name was David; Perfect, normal-foreheaded David, with the normal life and the normal career. Everything Brendon is not, and in reality would never want to be. He pictured what life would be like for him had he never become a musician. What if he was an accountant? Or a lawyer? A doctor? Would he have ended up in a stable marriage by now? Maybe if he hadn't leapt onto such a wild career path, he would be in a relationship with a girl like the cute one from the music shop earlier today. Bianca. The name made his stomach flutter. She may be a normal girl, but something about her excited Brendon. Maybe it was her choppy, shoulder length brown hair, wavy at the ends and half in a ponytail. Or perhaps it was the shade of fuchsia that appeared on her cheeks when he had returned to her what he found in the shop.
He figured that above all, it was that she had taken the picture he found in the first place. It spoke of an adventurous, playful side of a mysterious girl, and he desperately wanted to discover it.

So Brendon and Bianca both stared at the sky. They stared at the same stars and thought of each other.