"What the hell does that mean?"
"Well you're panicking, at a disco. I don't know?" I rolled my eyes. "It's better than anything I've thought of so far." Panic! At the Disco... It sounds interesting. "So are we agreeing here? I'm a little confused." Brendon broke the silence. "I think we are." He smiled and looked into my eyes. I'm not sure if it made me uncomfortable or blush.
"Well? We should get to know each other. Lunch?" I nodded, even though I hadn't even had breakfast. Vegas. I was gonna have an actual, decent, lunch in Vegas. I almost completely forgot I was in Vegas for the competition. Brendon must know his way around here, with his phone number and all. "You're from around here right?" Did I sound creepy when I said that? Like a stalker...
"Mhm. How'd you know that?" He definitely thought I was a stalker. Do I tell him that I looked up his area code? Does he just look the type, what does that mean? "I-I may have looked up your area code." He laughed and wrapped his arm around me. Heh... Ooookay. I awkwardly accepted and blushed all the way to his car.
"Should I follow you?" He shook his head and opened the car door for me. "Oh, okay. Thank you." I got in and he closed the door for me. "No problem." He got in and turned the car on, classic rock blasted through the speakers. "What kind of music do you like?" I thought for a second, I do like classic rock. "This is awesome, classic rock is my jam." I sang along to the next song, and Brendon pulled out of the lot. "Ooh! Welcome to the jungle!" Brendon shook his head as I fangirled over the song, turning the radio up.
"I think my eardrums are broken!" Brendon screamed over the music. "SHHHHHHHHHH WELCOME TO THE JUNGLE, IT GETS WORSE HERE EVERYDAY!" I don't know if my lungs, vocal chords, or ears are gonna give out first. Apparently none as we turned into a diner that was just off the road. The car turned off and I got out. This place looked like a scene from a cheesy 60s movie.
We walked in and oldies music was playing, the music was even grainy. The floors were black and white tile, the booths pink along with the stools at the counter. "Ooh, Elvis." I hummed along to the song, Can't Help Falling in Love. "I prefer Sinatra." Brendon added as he sat down at a booth. Brendon gazed at me until our waitress came, I swear his pretty chocolate eyes could melt a girls heart.
"What would y'all like to drink?" She had on a poodle skirt, an apron, and a white blouse. How much more of this place can I take? "I'd like a vanilla milkshake," I felt a hand touch mine, "Make that two, please." The waitress walked to the kitchen and started whispering to her co-workers. She looked super happy for some reason. Just then I realized how much time I would be spending with Brendon, making music, going to meetings, goofing off when we're supposed to be working.
What am I doing?
(Yep. Sucky chapter but I might fix it later on)
