Life was hard for me, yet, it was easy. I was always so carefree, yet so quiet.
These were the words I always thought about. You see, I was kind of a nerd, but I didn't dress like one. I mean yeah, I got good grades, wearing shades.
I am considered, "Emo." By people. But those people are just bloody bastards.
I mean, yeah, I may be very quiet to every person ever, except, Blair.
Currently, I am in my last year of college. (22 yrs old.) I live in an apartment, a bit away from school, with my best friend, Blair.
I'm in my room right now, re-reading my favorite book, Divergent.
The apartment is in complete silence, the way I like it, and the way it is when Blair goes to parties.
Suddenly, loud music coming from the apartment across the hall, breaks the silence.
I roll my eyes and try to ignore it.
Then, it gets a little louder.
I huff and continue reading.
Then, it goes to full blast.
"Fuckin' hell." I say and get up. I go knock on the neighbors door.
The door swings open and I am met by a gorgeous guy, with brown hair and chocolate brown eyes.
"Will you turn the music down?" I ask.
"Why?" He asks with a smirk.
I roll my eyes and say, "Because I am reading." While waving my book in his face.
He snatches my book, and reads the title. "Divergent eh?" He asks.
"Yea now can I have the book back?" I ask.
He gives my book back and says, "That's a good book. Allegiant sucks though."
"True true. Okay so can you like turn down your music?" I ask.
"I have a question." He says.
"What?" I ask.
"Are you one to not go to parties?" He asks.
"Um yeah.." I say.
"How about this, I will turn my music down unless you go to a party tomorrow night." He says.
"Really?" I ask.
"Yes, and I heard there's a college party tomorrow night." He says smirking.
"Okay. Okay fine you win. I'll go to a party tomorrow night." I say smirking.
"Oh? The smirk? You thought you were gonna fool me? Well that's too bad. Because I'm going to be knocking on your door tomorrow night at 7:00." He says with a smirk of his own.
I roll my eyes. "Okay fine."
"What's your name?" He asks.
"Skylar." I say and hold out my hand.
"Brendon." He says with a smirk, shakes my hand. And as he does I feel a tingly sensation, and butterflies in my stomach, his lips part a little and as we let go of each others hands, it's almost as if we don't want to let go.
"Okay. See you tomorrow night. And be sure to wear jeans." He says quietly.
"Alright. Bye." I say closing my door. And as I close the door I rest my back against it, and slide down till I'm sitting on the floor. And I smile like an idiot.
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Heyyyyy guysssss so this is my second story ever. And so far it's going pretty well. AND IF YOU LOVE DIVERGENT, READ MY OTHER STORY, the night time racer.-Dreamer
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Silence || A Brendon Urie Fanfic
أدب الهواةSilence. The word alone sounded horrible. Silence. The word used to describe me. Silence. Something he never will be. Silence.