So Catch Me Up On Getting Out of Here || Brendon Urie || Book 1

4. Say What You Mean, Tell Me I'm Right

"Remember students, the winter dance is only three weeks away," The intercom rang out. "Are you going?" Rebecca asked me doodling on the last page of her notebook. "Yeah. I don't have a date and I don't really care." I lied. I cared a little. It would be nice for some hot guy to profess his love for me and whisk me away to the dance.

But we all know that's not realistic.

Therefore, I will just go by myself. Heck, I like myself more than most people on this planet anyway,plus no one to look good for besides myself. 

"I'm going with Keven," she said, smiling like a middle school who just asked out her crush. "He asked you?" "Nope. I asked him, and he said yes. I'm wearing blue, what about you?" I leaned back aginst the wall, thinking before looking down at my nails. Bingo. I held my burgundy painted fingers out to her, "This." She nodded approvingly,"Short or long." I scoffed,"as short am my mom will allow. I'd trip over a long dress and embarrass myself in front of the whole school." 

"Like the time you twisted your ankle in P.E.?" She said giggling."Yes. Exactly like that time. Except I won't have anyone to carry me to the nurse."

I was getting my heavy, beat up,math book from my too-crowded locker when Brendon walked up to me. "Are you coming to the rehearsal tonight?" he said with an excited look in his eyes that I haven't seen in a long time. "Yeah, if my parents let me. You know how my mom is. She's wary of guys." He smiled,"Good because I have a surprise for you." I smirked just to keep in my laughter,"Good or bad surprise?" He shrugged,"That's in your opinion." And here is the moment where I got extremely suspicious. I walked towards my next class and he didn't follow me. Brendon knows I hate surprises with a passion.

That afternoon, my brother was practicing his free throws in the backyard when I got off the bus. "Tell mom I'm going to Brendon's rehearsal tonight," I said checking the time on my phone. He stopped shooting and caught the ball, "She doesn't want you over there." "Dad said I could go," I said stealing his ball and missing the shot,"Forget that ever happened. Just tell dad I'm gone."

I knocked on the door to Spencer's house and was greeted by him as he opened the door. "Hey, Brendon is upstairs. He's been waiting for you," he said as I walked into his house, waving at Jon and Ryan. I went upstairs and looked through a creacked door that I could only assume was Spencer's. Brendon was laying on the bed with his eyes closed, but ovously not asleep.

"So? What's the surprize?" I asked shutting the door behind me causing him to jump a bit. He sat up on the bed and ushered me to sit next to him. I did as I was told and he turned to face me. "So, I was thinking about what your mom said and...I think I want to go to the dance with you." I froze. I know this boy didn't just ask me to go out with him. I just sat thinking for a second before I laughed a little. "You're joking, right?" he looked me in the eyes and slowly shook his head. "Oh...." I moaned, blushing from embarrassment and I looking away from him.

"If you don't want to, you don't have to. I won't be mad, I promise."

I took his hand im mine, smiling like a todler, "I would love to go with you. Just match my dress so everyone know's we are each other's dates." He laughed with a bit of relief, "Not as a date. Just so we don't have to look lonely." 

We both laughed and he started for the door but stoped when we heard footsteps and loud wisprers. "We already know you're out here!" Brendon yelled opening the door and causing me to laugh. "I don't care. I'm twenty dollars richer." Jon said sitting on the floor from where he clearly tripped. Brendon threw a pillow from Spencer's bed at him. "Don't bet on my girl." He said. Wait. My girl?