Grand Theft Autumn

Chapter Twenty Four

Pete's POV

I left my motel room at 7 in the morning, and went to the diner. I prayed that Natasha would get the same idea and show up. I knew that Brendon would be pretty pissed if he woke up and I was gone again, so I couldn't stay here for long.

Natasha was sitting at our regular booth, and I smiled at the sight of her. For once, things were somewhat working out. Natasha saw me, and nodded, her face grim.

"Who is Brendon?" She asked when I sat down.

"Brendon Urie. My friend, Patrick and I's friend. He is in a band that we work closely with, and he is one of my best friends." I started off. A waitress came by and gave me coffee. "He figured out where I was, and threatened to take me back. This is him, taking me back home." Natasha nodded.

"And he doesn't know anything?" She clarified. I shook my head.

"Nope. He has no clue, but he is super confused about yesterday." Natasha winced at those words.

"Yeah, about that. Sorry." I shook my head.

"No need to be. Should we push back the plan?" Natasha nods, and my heart drops. We needed to do it, though.

"Yeah. We need to get rid of Brendon." I stiffened at the words, even though Natasha didn't mean what I heard. She noticed and gave me a hasty smile. "Sorry. We need to distract him, get him out of the way. He isn't a part of this, and there is no use dragging him into it all. It isn't fair to him." Natasha gave me a pointed look, and I rolled my eyes.

"Yeah, yeah. I get it. I wasn't supposed to get involved." I took a sip of my coffee while Natasha huffed.

"I would have personally put you on a plane to nowhere if you and Patrick wouldn't make such a cute couple."

"You know, us rescuing him doesn't mean that he instantly falls in love with me. It doesn't work that way. Patrick doesn't like me in the same way." I said, getting a little annoyed. Natasha bit her lip, and looked down at her lap. Before I could question her weird reaction, she pushed three pieces of paper over the table.

One was the picture. I glanced up at Natasha once before folding it gently and putting it into my pocket.

The second piece of paper was the paper from last night, the one that she wrote the address on. It now had a new number, a phone number.

"You never got my number. Don't text me, or call me unless it is a dire emergency. Got it?" Natasha said. I nodded, and punched the number into my phone.

The last piece of paper was a list. It was the whole plan from my point of view. The things I had to do, all extremely detailed. I skimmed it before seeing the date on the top of the paper. It was a date five days from now. "Meet me here, at 6 at night. Five days from now." Natasha moved around in her seat, like she was getting ready to leave.

"Wait. Can we go over this again?" I asked. Natasha nodded.

"But we have to do it in your room. This place is too open, too public. You don't know who could be watching." Damn. That is creepy. I was just about to comment on that when Natasha slid out of the booth, placing a five on the table. "Buy yourself something nice, cause there is no guarantee that either of us are getting out of this alive. Today. Your place. 2." Natasha strode towards the door, but stopped. "Make sure your Brendon friend doesn't show up."

Then she was gone.

I took the five dollar bill. She was right, I could die. We could both die. But I would much rather die trying to save Patrick. Cheesy, I know. It was true.