Miss Jackson || Brendon Urie fanfic

4. Alex

I wake up, turn around and reach for my phone, like I do every morning...
Except, this time, I can't find it. I get out of bed and turn on the lights. I keep looking for it, but it is nowhere to be found. Well this is strange, I remember picking it up last night, when I wanted to go to Brendon and- Shit. It's still in his house. I left it there. Actually, I didn't think of my phone at all, 'till I needed it to see what time it is. And now? Oh, c'mon girl, just go downstairs and say you probably left your phone after gaming.

I go to the kitchen, where I find my mom.

"Well, you're up early."

"Really? What time is it? I think I left my phone at Brendon's house after gaming last night."

"It's nine thirty. Here, have breakfast."

"Thanks, mom. Oh, I forgot to ask last night. Brendon invited me over to hang out with him and one of his fiends today. Can I go, please?"

"What are you going to do? It's hot outside. And who is this friend?"

"We were thinking of swimming. He has a pool in his backyard. And maybe we could play some music as well. And honestly, I don't know who his friend is, I don't even know his name."
[A/N: I'm getting curious. What's going on in your minds? Who do you think it will be?]

"I don't know, Alex, we don't know who he is and-"

"But you trust Brendon, right?"

"Yes, but-"

"He'll make sure nothing happens to me."

"Let's make a deal. I'm going with you to drop you off, and I'm going to talk to this guy. If I think he's fine, you can stay. If not, you're coming back home with me. Deal?"

"But mom, -"

"A yes or a no, young lady. No buts."

"Yes, okay, fine."

"Good. Now finish your breakfast and get dressed. Pack your bag. What time do you need to be at Brendon's?"

"I don't know. I forgot to ask."

"We'll go take a look when you're ready."

***

When I get back to my mom, she is in the living room, looking out the window.

"Mom? I'm ready."

"Come take a look. I think his friend has already arrived."

I look out the window and see that Brendon's car is now accompanied by another one.

"Are we going?"

"Let your old lady get her shoes on, please."

We walk to Brendon's front door, and I'm a little stressed. Maybe that friend is going to hate me. I ring the bell. A few seconds later, the door swings open and reveals a tall guy, with bright blue eyes. A second later, Brendon appears out of nowhere.

[A/N: by now you know who this friend is, right?]

"Hey, Alex!" The tall guy steps back.

"Bren!" I run in, jump and hug Brendon.

"Why is your mom here?" He whispers in my ear.

"She didn't trust your friend, she wants to meet him first, before deciding if I can stay." I whisper back.

Brendon puts me down and I see the tall guy staring at us with a you're -a-couple-right?-look. Brendon notices it too and shakes his head.

"So, Alex, let me introduce you to my friend, Dallon. Dallon, this is Alex."