10 Days [Brallon]

Fizzy Water Is For Badasses

[There were like 700 reads like 2 days ago n now it's almost 800 n i love y'all sm here's chapter]

Brendon swung by to pick me up instead of Tyler driving over to get me like we'd previously planned. But Tyler had decided to cancel on me last minute because his car was almost out of gas. And I didn't want to drive my car because I didn't want to risk getting in another accident, so I called Brendon and he agreed to take me on his motorcycle, then Patrick called on Pete to pick up everybody else.

Brendon tossed me a silver helmet with a dark visor as soon as I was close enough to catch it. He flicked up his own visor to flash a satisfied smile while he stared me up and down. He was leaning back on his bike with his feet crossed, very judgmental looking but the blush creeping through his cheeks said otherwise.

"I take it you chose your own shirt this time?" Brendon suppressed a laugh at my pink flamingo shirt. I thought it looked decently nice, but according to Tyler, it was provocative and gets the people going.

Some times, Tyler worries me.

"Do you have a problem with my flamingos?"

"Not at all," he turned away and his chest shook with laughter he'd tried so hard to disguise "I love it."

"Good, because I have like 3 other shirts that also have flamingos on them." I said sarcastically (ish) just in time before he revved the engine and kicked up the kickstand as soon as I settled on the little backseat.

"Are they also pink?"

"God, no. I have variety, I'm not a complete savage."

Brendon nodded satisfactorily and sped off down the street without warning me, so in a desperate attempt to not fall to the road and crack my head open (which would be a whole other savings jar all on its own), I latched on to his waist and didn't let go the entire time in case he did it again.

I heard him howl with laughter when he leaned way too far into a corner and I almost fell. I didn't though, because I hugged him tighter because if I was going down then I was taking him with me. Maybe he did it on purpose just so I could hug him.

I asked him if it was when we pulled up on the sidewalk to some fancy restaurant with a name I couldn't pronounce.

"Maybe it was, maybe it wasn't." He winked and grabbed my hand, tugging me along behind him through the huge entrance doors.

A waitress up front stopped us at her desk instead of allowing us to go find our friends. She held up a pair of menus and smiled with way too much forced excitement.

"Table for 2?"

"No, we've got reservations for a lamp on the floor with Stump."

The waitress's smile fell but shot back up again like a firecracker [PAPER HEARTS, TRIGGERED]. "Oh, you're Weekes and Urie. I was warned beforehand that you'd say that." She waved her hand dismissively and asked for us to follow her.

"Damn it," Brendon whispered through a snarky smile under his breath "they're on to me."

We were led to a small table in the back corner of the restaurant, right next to the kitchen doors and an impressively tall lamp. Josh was sitting on the edge next to Tyler, Pete and Patrick on their left. 2 open seats faced the candles on the tablecloth and away from everything else in the room.

"Chug! Chug! Chug! Chug!" All three of them cheered on Patrick, who was happily downing some clear bubbly liquid in a small glass. Brendon joined in without knowing why, so I pushed him into the chair next to me before he could get really into it, and sat down in the open one to his right.