Too Weird To Live, Too Rare To Die!

Chapter Eight - Guilty

(Patrick's Point Of View)

Today is my court meeting to prove whether or not I am guilty. It seems every part of my body is sweating, I am shaking uncontrollably, I hate it. Why does it have to be me being accused and not an old beat up bum? Oh well it is what it is.

"Mr.Stump? It's time." The girl detective, which her name is Olivia by the way, puts handcuffs on me and escorts me to the court room. I sit down at the table on the defendents side of the room. My gut feels as if I swallowed nails and now they are poking me with unbearable pain.

"All rise." The security guard exclaims. The judge walks in sitting in the chair, "You may sit down now." All except me and the Plaintiff sit down, we remain sitting. I look around to see who was all here that I know of, as far as I can see Pete is the only one here.

The judge exclaims, "Patrick Stump, you may come up for questioning now." I do what he says.

Olivia starts questioning me, "Why did you do it?"

"I didn't do anything. I did not hurt those girls, I would never do anything of the sort." I reply.

"Then explain why your DNA was eveywhere on the crime scene."

"I-I don't know how it got there."

"Well, that explains a lot. Where were you on the night of October thirty first two thousand twelve?"

"I was performing a Halloween show at Madison Square Garden."

"That's not what is says in the file."

"Well I was."

"You're done, you may go sit down now," I go sit back down and Olivia gives me a disguted look. If looks could kill, I'd be dead.

The judge exclaims, "You have been found guilty in the court order. You have life without parol!" My heart drops.

As the Judge was about to leave, someone from the crowd shouts, "He's not guilty!" I look back and find Brendon standing up.



(Brendon's Point Of View)

I'm on my way to Patrick's court meeting and what do you know? I'm stuck in traffic! Yay me!

"Traffic is so much fun 'cause it's not like I was really trying to get anywhere!" I sing.

After a long ten more minutes, it finally died. I sped a little just so I made sure I wasn't late, then, an asshole cuts me off of course.

"Good job to the guy who just cut me 'cause that's totally what I wanted right now, woo!" I also sing.

I arrive at the Court place, park my car, get out and walk inside. What do you know? I am late. Patrick is already being questioned. I walk in quietly sitting down towards the back.

"...you on the night of October thirty first two thousand twelve?" A girl asking Patrick.

"I was performing a Halloween show at Madison Square Garden." Patrick answers.

"That's not what is says in the file."

"Well I was."

"You're done, you may go sit down now." He sits or should I stands behind the table.

The judge exclaims, "You have been found guilty in the court order. You have life without parol!" My heart drops. How can that innocent Patrick be guilty?

As the Judge was about to leave, I stand up and shout, "He's not guilty!" Patrick looks back at me with a surprised look on his face along with everyone in the courtroom.

"What is your name young man?" The judge asks.

"I am Brendon, Brendon Urie your honor." I answer.

"And who are you?"

"I am Patrick's friend." Why did I say that?

"Well, Mr.Urie. Please come up here for questioning." He sits back down in his chair. I do his command and sits in the questioning booth or whatever the hell it's called.

"I know, I know. You're going ot ask me is Patrick innocent, yes he is. He would never hurt anything. Then, you're going to ask me where I was on such and such date. I was with Patrick on the Halloween show at Madison Square Garden. I gave him a lapdance by the way and he got this sexy ass boner," I wink at him and he looks away shyly, his face red, "Next, you're going to tell me that's not what the evidence says and I say, forget the evidence because Patrick is innocent. I go sit back down because this questioning is done." I get up from the chair and walk back to my seat and sit down. Everyone looking at me in shock.

There was an awkward moment of silence before the judge spoke, "Alright, I believe you. I reverse my Conclusion. Patrick Srump you are not guilty in the court of law." He walks out of the room with the files in his hands. That ladies and gentlemen is how Brendon Urie does it.

I walk out of the building someone grabs my arm and stops me. I was about to punch them in the face, but I turn around and see it's Patrick.

"Thank you so much Brendon! How can I make it up to you! Seriously!"

"Don't worry about it." I smile at him and he hugs me tightly. Being so tall to him, it feels as if I am hugging a child. He lets go of me.

"Thanks, again." He leans in or should I say stands on his tip-toes while leaning in closer to my face. Is he going to do what I think he's doing? I step back. He looks at the ground, "Sorry."

"Sorry for what?"

"For," He looks back up looking into my eyes and sighs, "Nothing."

"Um okay?" I laugh, "Bye Patrick." I turn to leave, but he pulls me back, turning me around, and his lips collide with mine. I pull away instantly, his lips are so soft, "What the hell Patrick?"

He looks down, stepping away from me, "I-I am so sorry. I didn't mean to do that." He runs away. I actually kind of liked it, but he doesn't need to know that, I think to myself watching him run away.