Lay in the Atmosphere (Brendon Urie) Wattys 2017

TWELVE

"En-engagement?" I ask Brendon, our hands still in one another's.

"Hm?" He asks, pretending he didn't hear my question.

"I asked you... what the hell is th-"

"Brendon!" A cheery voice, too cheery if I might add, approached us from behind.

In stepped a gorgeous brunette, her eyes big and doe like, her nose perfectly swooping as we stand face to face, her lips even more plump and red than an apple itself and her skin an olive tone, looking soft to the touch.

"Bethany." He nods politely, grabbing a glass of champagne from a wandering silver platter.

"And this is...?" She smiled at me.

Such an insincere smile, a smile that read disgust and mistrust. A lack of subtlety and not a single ounce of humanity in how small I already felt.

"Amelia, her name is Amelia. Darling, this is Bethany. My old business partner."

"Don't forget ex girlfriend, Brendon." She chuckles, her laugh was even intoxicating.

This chick blew me out of the water, clearly.

"Yes. Of course. We dated for two weeks. And not in the best of circumstances." Brendon licked his bottom lip, laughing at the pitiful length of their relationship.

"Oh, Brendon, but we were fucking for 9 months." Bethany smiled wickedly.

"Behind your now fiancés back, yes. Tell me, does he still have no clue?" Brendon was once again shutting into himself.

"Still no clue." Bethany sighs with a smile, gazing in the direction of her soon to be husband.

I couldn't believe this. I was livid, my face growing hot.

"Bethany, could you excuse us?" I ask through a gritted toothed smile.

"Yes, by all means, do enjoy yourselves." She waves us off and I drag Brendon by his hand toward the empty hallway, next to an out of order bathroom.

For such a classy event, this venue suddenly sucked. The fantasy kept spiraling downhill and reality was setting in.

"This is a fucking engagement party!" I yell to him.

Brendon was sort of just quiet, being totally weird and I snapped my fingers in front of his face to gain further attention.

"Yes, Amelia. It is."

"You used me as a fucking power play on an ex! Is that all you do?! Is play games?!"

Brendon's chest was rising up and down quickly, his fingers fidgeting, but he still wasn't speaking.

"Give me a reason not to leave right this second." I said.

But it was almost a plea. I didn't want to believe that what I said was true. But i knew better and I waited for my not surprising answer, staring at Brendon as his eyes burned into the floor, his brows furrowed as if he was angry.

"I don't have a good enough reason, Amelia. You're going to leave no matter what I say or do. That's all you've been doing. No matter what I do you're going to keep on rejecting me. Yes, I brought you to my exes engagement party, but not to spite her or one up her, I brought you because it's you. You weren't even supposed to know her and had I been honest I knew you wouldn't attend."

"Why would you, out of all those chicks you had in my backseat, bring me? I'm nobody, Brendon! Also, lying to me? Was that supposed to make it better?"

"No! Because nothing I do or say can make anything about me better to you, Amelia... Jesus Christ." Brendon rolled his eyes and was about to step away from me but I didn't let him, I booked it forward in front of him, making my way into the crowd before he could beat me to it.

Childish, right?

I slammed down glass after glass of champagne, not even totally caring who's dress I was wearing, who I was here with, how I'd get home. The guests here were prude, rich, snobby, everything I wasn't. Brendon didn't chase me, in fact, I'm pretty sure he disappeared given how I had just rejected him again. According to him I do it often.

30 minutes had passed, I was already sloshed and I decided to get up on one of the catering tables, kicking a plate of mini cakes onto the floor. A few of the party goers backing away from me in shock.

My fucking jam was on.

I jumped around like I was at my first prom all over again, Dance, Dance by Fall Out Boy playing. If they didn't want us to dance, then why the hell were they playing a song all about it?

"Miss." I hear from below me.

I look down, my vision blurry, but I notice a tag sparkling on some buff guys chest. A security officer. Ohhhh no! I'm so scared!

"Oh come on!" I groan and roll my eyes.

"Miss, I'm going to have to ask you to get off the table and see yourself out."

I giggled and got on my knees, ruining the dress as I landed in frosting. I got in the guards seemingly attractive face and bit my lip.

"Make me, tough guy."

"Nope! That's enough!" Brendon yells from the back of the crowd, rushing toward me and the guard.

I felt his hand grab onto my forearm as he tugged me off of the table and into his chest, pushing some hair from my face as the frosting was now ruining his suit too.

"What a class act, Brendon."

"Says the woman who was fucking some guy behind her soon to be husbands back for almost a year? Todd, do us all a favor and dump her, also.... sorry." Brendon says, leading us out of the venue of gasps, the lights flashing once again, only this time it hurt even more.

My eyes weren't adjusting, they felt like they were on fire.

"Amelia?" His voice was almost distant.

"Amelia!" He yells, my vision finally settling on the backseat of the Audi once more.

We were driving. Whoa. Oh, hey Estabon! Wait, was I not speaking? I drank too much too fast...

"Amelia, god dammit, answer me." Brendon, oh yeah... Brendon.

Brendon Urie.

His name made my stomach... no wait, I think that's the booze-

His once white suit was now covered in red bubbly barf and ice cream cake.

He clenched his jaw but held my hair back, his body going from tense to relaxed as he started to let out a soft and gentle laugh.

"Fuck Amelia, you're so... different." Brendon was now cracking up and I couldn't even focus, I just wanted to sleep.

So, that's what I did, I fell asleep with my head in Brendon's lap.