Another boring day passed by and I found myself inside of my worn-down, beaten up piece of shit I dare to call a car, the sky above me a dark and cloudy shade of blue. In my hands was the cash I made today, only about two-hundred dollars. I heaved a disappointed sigh and shoved the money into my pocket, opening the driver's side door and getting out. I trudged into the place I'd begun to call my second home and plopped down in my usual seat at the bar.
"What'll it be today, Brendon?" Anthony asked me in a cheery manner, the boy never losing the smile on his face. I remember when I used to be happy like that. I wish I could find it in me to be that happy again.
"The usual, Anthony," I replied with a feigned grin. He nodded his head in understanding and went to go retrieve the beverage I frequently drunk myself under with. I bit my lip and looked down at my entangled hands that were resting on the recently polished bar top. It was so polished that I could almost see my reflection in it. There were dark circles around my eyes, and my hair was a disheveled mess. That might've been because I'd forgotten to go home and clean myself up before coming here, but I couldn't help but feel that there was something more to my appearance, as if cleaning myself up wouldn't help.
"Long day?" The bartender broke the silence that had fallen over to the two of us, despite the quiet music playing in the background. There weren't many people there, seeing as it was a weekday and the new bar a couple blocks down the street had taken most of this bar's customers.
A chuckle slipped past my lips as I brought my hand up and ran my fingers through my sweat-drenched hair, pushing it back. "Yeah, I guess you could say that." It was a long day. The yard work I did usually helped to make the day not seem as long as it was, but today, the hours passed by at a painstakingly slow rate. The minutes went by even slower; every time I checked my watch, the longer hand would've only moved one tick over.
"How come?" The boy questioned, returning to my spot and placing the golden drink down on a paper coaster. I wrapped my fingers around the glass that was cold to the touch and brought it closer to me, the paper coaster coming with it.
A blush crept up in my cheeks. I knew the answer to his question, but I was uncertain of whether or not I wanted to disclose it to him. It was embarrassing. I hadn't had something like this happen to me in years, but it was probably something Anthony was familiar with. He was still young; full of energy and hope for the future. But for something like this to happen to me? With how old I was? It's stupid. Not wanting to admit the real reason behind my distraction, I decided to answer his question with a shrug and a muttered, "I don't know. It just was."
The corner of his lips perked up into a smirk. "Okay, sure, Brendon. Whatever you say."
I met his gaze, my eyebrows knit together. "What do you mean?"
He heaved a sigh and folded his arms over his chest. "Well, I grew up in a house with all boys, and whenever my mom asked us about how school was, my little brother would get the same way you are now. He'd blush and get all quiet, saying it was fine, nothing special happened. But you know what happened?"
"Nothing special?" I guessed.
Anthony laughed. "No, what happened was that he had this huge crush on this girl in his class and the two of them were 'dating'. Of course it wasn't anything serious, but let's just say, I know when people have their eyes on someone else. So spill. Who is it?"
I sat back in the bar stool, matching his stance with crossed arms. "Who says I'm seeing anyone? I told you a while ago, Anthony, I'm not looking for anyone like that. The only thing I'm looking for right now is a new job, because with the way things are going, I'm going to be stuck here forever. And, goddammit, Anthony..." A sad chuckle slipped past my lips as I sat forward and rested my elbows on the counter, covering my face with my hands, "...I don't want to be stuck here forever."
"I'm sorry, but did you say you were looking for a new job?" A third voice responded, taking Anthony's turn.
I slowly lifted my head and glanced over in the direction of the voice, spotting a shorter man sitting at the end of the bar, his eyes thickly ringed in black locked on mine. His black hair was a mess, like mine, but his hairstyle was intentional. He exerted a sense of danger, edge, and he definitely didn't look like someone I wanted to mess with.
He picked his drink up and walked over to where I was sitting, taking the seat next to me and extending his hand out. "Armstrong," He introduced himself, "Or Billie. But since we don't know each other yet, you can call me Armstrong."
I hesitantly placed my hand in his and gave it a slight shake, replying, "Brendon, Brendon Urie."
Anthony watched the man carefully, picking up an empty glass from behind the bar and pulling the towel out from the waist of his half apron, starting to clean the already crystal clear stein.
"What if I told you I could get you a new job today?" Armstrong proposed, folding his hands atop one another on the bar and pivoting his small torso so that he was facing me, "It's nothing permanent, because I don't believe in supporting my men for long. What I do believe in are contracts. You work for me for however long you sign up for, however long you think you'll need me for, and I promise you that before you know it, you'll be able to get the cash you need to leave this place and start a new life somewhere else, wherever you want to go."
"What kind of job is it?" Anthony questioned, taking the words from my mouth.
Armstrong's eyes slowly shifted from me to him, the corner of his lip perking upward into a devious kind of smirk before he kindly asked, "Why don't you give us some privacy, boy? Brendon and I have some adult things to discuss, things you don't need to worry about."
Anthony quickly glanced over at me, his eyes telling me that all I had to do was let him know that I wanted him to stay in case things between Armstrong and me went south, and he would. But I was an adult, according to Armstrong, and I didn't need him to watch over me. So I nodded my head, indicating that I'd be okay. He shot me a brief look of apprehension, as if to give me another chance to change my response, before turning away and traveling to the other end of the bar, leaving Armstrong and me to continue our conversation.
"The kids these days," The short man muttered under his breath, picking up his beverage and taking a quick sip of it, "They think they need to know everything."
I swallowed the lump in my throat and shifted uncomfortably on the bar stool I was perched upon. "He does make a good point, though. What kind of job is it?"
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Drive (Brendon Urie/P!ATD FanFic ft. Green Day)
Fanfiction==DISCONTINUED== Brendon never expected to be in the situation he was in. He never expected that his life would be at risk like it was now, and that he'd been willing to lose it in order to spare hers, the person responsible for all of this. With h...
