Little Deaths In Musical Beds (Brendon Urie)

Chapter Four: Truth Be Told I Never Was Yours

Palo Verde High School was just like any other, except that this particular school just happened to be sitting in the middle of the desert. The morning air blew a brisk wind, a reminder that winter was on its way. Vegas winters were extremely mild, nothing going below 58 degrees or so, but when that brisk wind came in people knew to break out the hoodies.

Brendon didn't want to get out of bed, but he knew that he had to. He couldn't avoid Audrey forever and his parents would kill him if they knew he'd skipped school again. He rubbed his eyes with the edge of his palms, let out a sigh then threw back the covers. Padding over to the chair in the corner of his room, he grabbed a pair of jeans Aveline had bought for him over the weekend. He threw them over his shoulder as he leaned over and grabbed a fresh pair of colored underwear, there was no way his boxer briefs were going under the jeans. In his closet, his thumbed through his shirts. It was a little chilly today, and the shirts he'd bought with Aveline were short sleeves. He sighed because he knew that she'd be frustrated with him if he didn't follow through with the change completely. Besides, he couldn't very well wear tight jeans with a baggy shirt that would look stupid. As he was about to give up on what was in his closet, his thumb slipped between grey materials. He grabbed onto it then pulled the clothes in front of it forward to get a better look. It was his brother's old baseball shirt that he'd given him as a hand me down a few years ago. Written on the front was Palo Verde Baseball in a white cursive font, and on the back Urie with the number fifteen underneath. The shirt was ironically a baseball tee, dark grey with cobalt blue three quarter sleeves, and Brendon knew it would be snug and shorter than he'd like since it was years old. He grabbed it off of the hanger and added it to the other clothes along with a brown belt.

After tossing them on the edge of his bed, he walked into his bathroom and turned on the shower. He pulled off his pajama bottoms and his boxer briefs leaving them lay on the bathroom floor as he stepped into the steam filled oasis, and the only place he really could be alone to think especially in his house. He closed the shower door behind him and let the hot streams of water hit his body releasing stress he didn't even know he had as the steam crawled up the shower door covering it with a cloudy film that Brendon welcomed. He reached for the shampoo bottle, squeezing some out into the palm of his hand. Using a circular motion he gently massaged the cream colored dollop into his hair saturating it. When he had a good lather he leaned his head back, Adams apple popping out, and rinsed the shampoo out of his hair. He whipped his face with his hands before repeating the motion with the conditioner.

Brendon had been trying to dodge thoughts of Audrey all morning. He didn't want to think about her, but he couldn't help it. The soap from the green sponge he was using ran down his chest tingling his senses. This was the last place he wanted to think about her. He knew what would happen, and he wasn't in the mood, but his body betrayed him often. This was a game he would definitely lose. Suddenly, as he rinsed the soap off of his body, the heat from the water felt like her breath on his neck, her hands on his body, her lips kissing his. He put his hands up against the shower wall in front of him to brace himself as he leaned his head down and let the water run over the back of it. He was trying to forget, trying to get her out of his head. When he stood up and looked down, he knew he had a problem he would need to take care of.

Sighing, he leaned his body against the cool tile in the shower. His head came back, eyes closing as he rested it along with his body. His hand trailed down his chest, over his stomach, then finally stopped between his legs. He skillfully wrapped it around his problem, letting out a throaty moan. Audrey's lips quickly took the place of his hand in his mind, and his breath quickened. Excitement filled his body as he waited for her memory to make eye contact with him. Eye contact is exactly what he got, but not from Audrey. His own brown eyes widened as they shot open, his hand coming to an abrupt stop.