Brendon and Sarah both live in a small town and go to the same high school, therefore it's hard to get away from each other. Brendon has always been one of those people that is well known and popular. Sarah, however, has always been very wallflow...
Brendon's POV "Will you at least take your meds for this at least?" My father asks me. I shake my head. He groans. I have a really bad case of ADHD and I have to take meds to manage it. I hate it though so I refuse to. Taking them, I feel like I'm trapped in my own body, watching myself act a certain way and that scars the living hell out of me. "Come on, we should get going," my mother shouts from the living room. I follow my father out to her and we leave. --- "Welcome, Grace, Boyd, Brendon," Mrs. Orzechowski says when we enter. I knew we we're going to Sarah's families house, buy I didn't know that how nervous this would actually make me. I have feelings for Sarah. It's an attraction I can't seem to ignore. Her and I have never actually had a long, full, conversation. Today was the first time and I felt like my heart was going to explode. She's a very religious, Christian, good-girl, that would never be with someone like me. As soon as my liking in music began I distanced myself from the church and the Mormon religion. She doesn't need someone like me in her life. Raelee and Sarah come walking down the stairs. Those two girls are connected by the hip I tell you. Damn hot damn! Wow. The both of them look marvelous. Sarah... Stunning. I've never seen her anything like this. As for Raelee, seems like something she'd wear when the dress code isn't casual. People swan their living room for this business thing. Sarah's mother turns around and see's her daughter. Obviously, she has never seen Sarah in anything like this either. She's fuming. "Sarah Orzechowski, go up stairs and change into something more appropriate. Raelee Willow, don't dress my daughter like that," she tells them before turning away.
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What Sarah was wearing. Minutes later she comes down again with Raelee. She's in a flowy, knee-length, white dress with lace at the lop. She's wearing black leggings underneath due to the dress being "too" short. She smiles at me since I'm the only one her age next to her at the moment and Raelee went to take a call from her, what I think is, her long term boyfriend, Luke. "You look stunning," I say. I can't seem to keep my mouth shut it seems. She blushes crimson. "Thank you, Mr. Urie. You look very dapper," she says. I hate when people call me that. It makes me feel old. I know it's just her manner but still. I wonder I would be like if I was more like my parents. More religious and good. Maybe I could be with her. That's out of the question though. "It's just Brendon. That makes me feel old. And thank you," I say. I take her hand and kiss her palm. Again she blushes. Our fathers come and call us over to eat at the same time that Raelee comes back in. During dinner everyone is eating and having easy conversation. As for me, well, my knees are shaking because I need to move something. I'm moving my head from side to side, looking at random things. I start fidgeting my fingers and my parents glare at me. Sarah and I make eye contact. She gives me a small smile. She's so beautiful. "Please excuse me," I say. I stand up and make my way to their, twinkly- lit black yard. I begin pacing. I feel someone touch my shoulder. I turn around and see Sarah.
