BEAUTIFUL - BRENDON URIE

17 you are never to talk to that boy ever again

when the pageant (cough cough hell! I packed up my dress, threw my hair into a bun and put on a sweatshirt and some ripped jeans. i kept my crown on though. still don't know why I did that. I was going home. nowhere else.

a heard of local news people crowded around me as I walked through. this would always happen. it sucked. everyone thinks it's cool to be followed by flashing cameras, it's not.

I ran to my moms car and flung open the door, getting in. the cameras still flashed in my face.

"leave her alone guys" I heard a loud voice say.

Brendon's voice.

he ran over to the car and got in.

I stared forward.

"go away" I muttered.

"for someone who just won miss teen Nevada you're sure not happy!" he said, leaning back in the seat.

"I'm going to have to compete more brendon" I said

"so? you're great at it!"

"but I hate it" I said.

that's when I got that lump in my throat.

you know.

that feeling like you're gonna cry.

brendon turned his head and looked at me with sad eyes.

"I don't want to have to starve myself and wear heels that make my feet hurt and wear all kinds of makeup, and be judged nonstop and-"

that's when I started to cry.

and I mean breakdown.

brendon shifted in his seat, he was leaving I guessed

he ended up sitting on the seat I was on and pulling me into his lap.

I just layed there and sobbed.

and sobbed.

he whispered comforting things in my ear.

I sobbed for hours until the both of us eventually fell asleep to the soft hum of fall out boy songs he was playing on his phone, the two of us tangled up together.

but it didn't last.

we were woken up to my mother and Brendon's.

"both of you two, off each other!"

brendon and I untangled ourselves and he got out, straightening his tux he was still wearing and trying to fix his insanely messy hair.

Mrs urie and brendon left without even a goodbye (mainly because Mrs urie was glaring at her son half to death)

my mom got in the car and started driving.

"you are never talk to that boy ever again. "

"what? why?" I asked.

"your pageant career is more important. now shutup so we and go home and start writing your speech for your next pageant"