Hey guys. I'm back by popular demand! This book got big, so I've decided to give you an extra long chapter as a little 'I'm sorry' and a little 'thank you!'
I thought I was going to die in the blistering heat of Nevada, Jesus. The sun was like a giant ball of fire, which I guess it is, just sitting on my poor, exposed back. This is why I don't go outside. First of all, bugs, second of all, people, third of all, criminals... the list could go on for years and years.
"I can't believe you're making me walk all the way to your house you dumb jerk." See, my car had just hit the gutter and died. All of the sudden, I'm pulling out of the driveway and kaplam! next thing I know I have smoke billowing out of my car. Terrifying.
I took my phone from my pocket and started dialing Brendon's number.
"Excuse me, could you just, pick me up? Please? I'm afraid I'll turn into a puddle before I make it to your house."
"Well why don't you just drive?" Brendon laughed, if only my car was in tact.
"My car died. Should've mentioned it, I know, but I didn't want to burden you with driving me literally three miles. I didn't anticipate the heat." I bit my lip, awaiting an answer. I heard the jingle of keys and then the pop of a broken front door.
"Thank you thank you thank you thank you! You're my one and only, lord and savior Brendon! Bless your s-"
"(Y/N), you seem extra bubbly today. Is something going on?" Uh, so I'm not allowed to be bubbly for no reason? Good logic. Of course, I was bubbly because I was excited to see Brendon! Things got, awkward, to say the least between us and it was horrible. We have it some time, and now, we're friendly! Which is cool and good.
"No reason, just feeling good! Am I not allowed to feel good? Excuse me for getting into my groove." Speaking of groove, I was truly loving myself that day by wearing a pair of denim short-shorts with white knee-highs, black vans, and a Danger Days top.
"No! You're allowed to, never mind. I'll leave you to be happy. Where are you?"
"Uhh... close to Fifth-Third bank."
"Okay, I'll see you there."
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"Thank you so much for picking me up Bren. I felt like the sun was going to engulf me any second. How do construction workers do it?" I smiled and buckled up. Brendon started to drive off, in the wrong direction. I quickly turned around in my seat.
"Uh, wrong way."
"I know, I wanted to take you somewhere,
(Y/N)." Was this the end for me? Out in the desert? Will I be devoured by hawks or a coyote first? Will I ever be found? Who will report me missing?
"Where are we going?" I drummed my fingers in the side of the door, my mind running in all sorts of directions. I wanted to know, okay? I have a right to know where I'm going with my ex-boyfriend.
"You want to know where we're going? We're going crazy, doll. Just you and me."
"Brendon you're scaring me where are we going?" He pulled off the road and turned to me. I reached for my seatbelt but he quickly took his off and grabbed me. Brendon smiled and laughed a little.
"Too far? I was actually taking you to a music festival down a little ways. There's your clear answer."
"Jesus, I thought you were gonna murder me." I sighed a breath of relief and sat back in my chair, my heart rate slowing down.
"Kinda sounded like that, sorry." He scratched his neck and buckled back up, driving back onto the road.
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He stopped the car and we got out, dry grass crunched under my feet. It didn't look like a huge festival, maybe a local thing?
"So where do we get in?" I asked, my eyes searching for an entrance.
"Backstage."
"Backstage? Isn't that for performers?"
"Yeah, I forgot to say, we're performing." Brendon smiled and grabbed my hand, walking onwards. I blinked and glared at him. Why does he do things like this all the time. Let me live! Tell me beforehand... please.
"Oh. Okay? What songs?"
"I was thinking..."
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"When are we up?"
"An hour. Sit back and relax, doll." Brendon sat down and before I could find another chair pulled me into his lap. I hoped he wasn't trying to flirt with me. My cheeks went red and I sat very still, trying not to give into his charms.
We just sat and spoke a little, he told me about the dog, I told him about my car. It was decent for how uncomfortable I was.
In a flash, we were being ushered onto the stage and microphones were handed to us. He planned all this for us? Nice. The start to This is Gospel began and I warmed up my voice.
Hearing it through the microphone for the first time in a while was wild. It was like having your favorite fatty food after going on a diet. Crazy.
"The fear of falling apart." I finished and stared and Brendon, sweat beaming down his forehead. I smiled and bowed. Every other set had done one or two songs because it was such a small place and there were so many local bands, so one more should be coming on.
"1. 2. 3. 4. 5. 6. 7. 8. 9. 10..."
Yes! While I sang I bounced around and made a fool of myself. I loved this song.
"We're swimming with the sharks until we drown. We're winning till the curtain's coming down."
The small crowd clapped and I bowed. Brendon snuck over to me and landed a kiss on my cheek. I blushed and the crowd did a loud "awww."
"Thank you! I'm leaving now before my ass falls off from the heat. Thank you!" Brendon yelled and walked off.
I felt like my ass might fall off from the heat too.
Hey kiddos I've fallen out of the groove of writing so some updates will be very spaced out. My apologies!! xx
