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...
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Sarah's Dress Brendon's POV I reach out and knock on the door. Please be Sarah who answers. The door opens and Raelee comes out. She looks around before coming out. "Her parents aren't back yet," she tells me. I nod once, trying to see what she's getting at. "I just wanted to tell you that if you hurt Sarah, you're a dead man. I'll burry you six feet under the ground if you do," she says. I nod and the door opens again. Sarah comes out wearing a dress. She smiles at me. "I should get going," Raelee says. Sarah pulls me into her house and closes the door. I look her up and down. It's not her. "I know what you're thinking, and I have no choice," she says. I point up to the stairs. She gets the message and goes.
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She comes back down and looks like herself. She's beautiful. She looks nervous though. "You look stunning," I say. She grand the collar of my jacket and kisses me. My hands take a gentle hold on her neck, deepening the kiss by millions. The door slams. We pull away from each other. "What the jello is this?" Mrs. Orzechowski says. I haven't turned around to show who I am yet. "What in the world are you wearing?" Her mom asks. I now turn around and show myself. Her mother grabs onto her father's arm, as if to keep him calm. "Hey," I say. "This is the boy you wanted us to meet?" Her father asks. Sarah nods. I grab her hand and squeeze it. We're equally as nervous. This was all my idea. "Please. Give me a chance," I say. They look at each others and nod. ××× "So, what about church?" Her mom says. I look down. "I don't go. I kind of am not that religious. I have my beliefs, but don't act upon it," I say. She takes in a deep breath. "So, I hear from your family is that you're into music?" Her father says. I nod. "Yes. I'm extremely into music," I tell him. He nods. "What's your groups name?" He asks me.. "Panic! At The Disco," I answer. He looks around. My knees are shaking like crazy. I'm having the hardest time focusing on one thing. My fingers are fidgeting. "So, tell us more about yourself," her mom says. Damn it. "Well, I love music, but we already went over that. I enjoy writing music as well. And I'm really into your daughter." The last part just slipped. "Tattoo's?" Her mom questions. Do I say the truth. "Yes. On my arm," I answer. She looks at her husband. She sighs. We finish dinner and I help in the kitchen. Sarah's POV I'm laying in bed, thinking about what my parents said. I won't stay away from him. He makes me happy. I pick up my phone name call him. "Hey, Babe," he says. I blush at the nickname "Umm. My parents gave me their opinion about you," I say. I hear him sigh. "What do they think?" "They told me to stay away from you. That I don't need someone like you in my life," I tell him. I wasn't going to sugar coat it. "Are you going to stay away from me?" I can hear his voice slightly crack. "Never. I'm in too deep by now," I say. He laughs. "I love you Sarah," he says. Just hearing that made my heart skip twenty beats. "I love you too."
