Miss Jackson || Brendon Urie fanfic

18. Alex

It's been a few weeks since Tonight cheated on me and school started again. I still can't get over the fact that she actually did that. Remember the devil and the angel on my shoulders? Turns out the devil was actually the angel and vice versa. I don't know how I feel. I'm heartbroken, of course, but there is more. Confusion. Did I really kiss a man that night? I've been thinking about that ever since Brendon told me about it. Would my parents have been right, telling me it was just a phase? But then why am I still sad about Tonight?

Needless to say, my parents were really happy about the break up. "I told you it was just a phase." "Don't cry, you will find a cute boy." "Somewhere out there, there is a boy waiting for you to be his princess." Those were the things I had to hear for a whole week. After that, I became fake happy. It's easier to act like I'm happy, than to explain I really loved her. Not a day passes without them asking me "have you found a cute boy yet?" and I always reply with "no, I like girls" and then I go to my room.

I want to see my friends from Chicago again. I miss them. I've been calling them constantly in the past weeks, but it' not the same. I want them near me, hugging me and telling me everything will be alright. That I don't have to worry. That I can go over to their house any time. But that's not possible. We live too far away.

There is a knock at my door.

"What? I'm trying to study." Lie. I'm not. I'm just staring out my window, into the emptiness of Brendon's room. He's out of town again. He will be back this evening. In a few hours or something like that.

"You're not studying."

I turn around and run to my door. "Brendon! you're back!" I almost knock him over by jumping on him. Luckily, there's Dallon behind him, preventing us from falling.

"Yes, we're back. And we have a late Christmas present for you."

"Why? I didn't have a present for you either. Still don't, by the way."

"Oh, we don't want anything in return, just your friendship. We thought you could use this, it isn't too much, I promise."

"Who's "we"?"

"Oh, just the boys. You know, Dallon, Ryan, Kenny, Pete and me."

I nod. If they bought me a present, and they needed five people to pay for it, it will be way too expensive. "Okay... What is it?" Presents make me exited, I can't grow out of that. I don't think anyone can.

Dallon picks up a huge box and hands it to me. "Don't drop it, please."

I gesture for them to follow me into my room, where I open the present.

"No, you're kidding me, right?" They shake their head.

"You like it?" Brendon asks softly.

"You bought me a guitar and ask me if I like it? Sure I do! Guys, this is amazing!"

"Oh, it's not just the guitar. Look at the back."

I flip it over. An autograph. Pete's. "This is amazing, thank you so much!" I carefully set the guitar down and give Brendon and Dallon a hug. "Remind me I have to say thank you to the others as well." They nod.

***

Two days later, and I'm sitting on my couch with Ryan. Brendon had to leave just a minute ago. He played this wonderful song for me. He used my guitar for it. He said he wrote the song to inspire. I don't really get what he meant by that.

"So, you got what the song was about, right?"

"A bisexual girl?"

"Correct. Now, we wanted to talk to you about that. You know, you sticking your tongue down that guy's throat two weeks ago?"