Little Deaths In Musical Beds (Brendon Urie)

Chapter Three: New Perspective

Brendon woke up to the weight of Aveline's body on his hips. She was grinning like the Cheshire cat, her face inches from his.

"Wakey, wakey," she said to him.

He turned his face away from her and groaned, "Ugh, I just wanna lay here and die."

"Brendon Urie!" Aveline scolded him as she sat straight up.

"What?" he asked.

"I better never hear that again," her face was serious, "Now c'mon get up," she urged tugging on his arm.

Aveline disappeared into her bathroom and Brendon could hear the shower running. He sighed and rubbed his eyes not wanting to deal with reality. No matter how hard he tried he couldn't shake the sound of Audrey's voice. It must have been true what they said about becoming addicted to someone's pheromones because it hadn't even been twenty-four hours, and he was already feeling pathetic without her. He wrapped his fingers around his hair and pulled on it with slight frustration while the scene from the night before replayed.

"Slow down there big boy," Audrey mocked.

"The fuck?" Brendon shot back at her. His fists were balled and he could feel his face getting red, "Why are you doing this?"

Audrey shrugged as she lit up a cigarette and blew the smoke in his face, "Because I can," her eyes locked with his, "But mostly because you just don't do it for me anymore."

The comment cut like a razor blade: precise, deep, and without caution. He stumbled backward a bit before catching his footing by running into her dresser. He wrapped his fingers around the edge of it to steady himself or to keep himself from hitting her or maybe even both. His head spun from the sheer shock of the situation. Audrey had done the unthinkable, and she had done it right under his nose.

"How long?" he asked with his head down, his voice soft and trembling.

"What does it matter?" she laughed, "We both know that this is the part where we break up."

Suddenly, his head shot up and he pushed off of her dresser with his palms. He shook his index finger at her violently.

"Oh no, you don't get to do that," he told her, "You don't get to do the breaking up," his breath was picking up, and he was digging what fingernails he had into his other palm, "You cheated on me," his voice was raised, "I get to be the one to tell YOU to fuck off."

Audrey waved her hand in a dismissive manner, "Do whatever you need to do to make you feel better B-dog."

"B-dog?" he gazed at her trying to find some familiarity, "Who are you?"

"Not your girlfriend anymore."

That was the last thing said between them before he left and found himself underneath Aveline's window. He let out a long sigh followed by a yawn. Willing himself out of his funk, he sat up and was met with the vision of Aveline standing in front of him, arms folded over her chest, her foot tapping wildly on the carpet.

"Are you still in bed?" her fingertips rose up and down on her arm as if she were playing the piano.

"I'm sorry," Brendon laughed.

"C'mon," she nodded her head in the direction of the bathroom, "We've got work to do."

"Should I be scared?" he laughed again, pulling the covers back and throwing his legs over the side of the bed.

She gave him no answer, just a smile, but he followed her to the bathroom anyway having complete trust in her. She was the only person he could trust other than his family and even that was questionable at times since he had removed himself from the Mormon community.