Miss Jackson || Brendon Urie fanfic

14. Brendon

I wake up, in my underwear, apparently. I have a horrible headache, and I have no clue where it's coming from. Which is probably part of the problem. What even happened last night? Like, did I throw a party with Dallon again? But then I would wake up on the couch, not in my bed. That's when I feel the arm around my waist. I turn around to face a woman that I don't recognize. She's beautiful, that's for sure, but I don't even know her name.

My headache is getting worse, so I slide out of bed, leaving the still sleeping lady alone. I grab a shirt and some sweatpants, and then I go downstairs. On my way I find all of our clothes. Well, all but my boxers, since I was wearing them when I woke up. I can guess what happened...

I take an aspirin to kill that pounding headache, and grab myself some food. There is some leftover pasta from last night, so why wouldn't I eat it.

As I finish my -name it- breakfast, I hear the woman come down the stairs.

"Good morning, sweetheart!" She tries to kiss me, but I pull away. I'm too sober to kiss people I don't know.

"I'm sorry, but I don't remember you. I was like, really, really drunk and... Yeah. I don't remember a thing. So, who are you, and what happened?"

"You really don't remember? We had amazing sex last night." I figured. "Oh, and I'm Sarah."

"Okay, well, Sarah. I euhm- I'll have to send you home, I'm sorry. I feel like shit. And that's not just because of the hangover. I have the feeling I did something bad to the people I love most, and I really need to fix that."

"Oh, well, you yelled at some people that live next door."

"Shit... Uhm, did they look like this?" I show her a picture of Dallon and Alex.

"Yep, that's them. Why are you so upset about that?"

"Can I trust you?"

She nods. "Of course."

"And can we please act like last night didn't happen?" She nods again, a little less confident this time. "Good. Well, those people... They're my best friends, of course, but the girl... She's the one I'm madly in love with. But she might never be mine... She has a girlfriend now, a girl I used to date. She's a slut, cheats on everyone. I can only pray she doesn't cheat on Alex..."

Sarah nods, walks up at me and gives me a hug. "I understand. I have had something similar. I was in love with this man, and he married my best friend."

"That hurts?"

"It did, but I got over it. We're still best friends, by the way. You'll get over it too."

I'm not sure of that... "Guess I will..."

***

We talked along for a little longer before I made her leave. Well, technically I let her eat breakfast and then drove her home. She said I can always call her if I wanted to talk. Or if I needed a quick fuck. But I refuse to do the latter. I might call her for some advice, when Dallon's too busy being a dad or something.
I went grocery shopping, and when I get home, Dallon is in my house. He is casually leaning against the door frame of the kitchen, giving me an angry look.

"Look, Dal, I'm sorry. I don't remember what I said last night, but I was drunk and didn't mean a thing."

"Try explaining that to Alex."

"Wha-"

"Look, Bren, I know you're upset about the whole Tonight-and-Alex thing, and I know it's not just because of the past you share with Tonight, but you have no reason to act like you did last night. You acted like the worst dickhead in the universe and Alex was really, really upset." I open my mouth, but he interrupts me. "Don't you dare, let me finish first. So, Alex was really upset and it took me hours to calm her down. The moment she thought I was asleep -which of course, I wasn't, I was waiting for her to fall asleep- she started crying again. That lasted two more hours. Now it's your turn."