Miss Jackson || Brendon Urie fanfic

20. Brendon

"She asked me to kiss her. And yes, I did." Wait, what? Alex asked Ryan to kiss her? Why would she do that? Why did he agree? Too many questions pop up in my head. And there is only one way to get them out. Indeed, call Ryan.

"You're kidding me, right?" I ask him the moment he says his name.

"Oh, hi, Brendon. Nice to hear you too." I roll my eyes. Not that he can see that, but still. "And no, I am dead serious. We kissed. She wanted to know if there was a possibility for her to like a boy's kiss, so I helped her out."

"Couldn't you send her to me? You know it would have meant the world to me."

"Don't set your expectations too high, boi. You know nothing ever comes out right if you do." I know. But still... If only... I hear Ryan snap his fingers at the other and of the phone. "Wake up, dude." I groan. "Don't be so obsessed over her, it is not good for your health."

"I don't care, man. I love her and I want her to be mine."

"Maybe you should do something fun together. Like... Go to a concert?"

"Oh, you funny one. A concert? Sure... No. But maybe we could go like... Girl spotting?"

"Girl spotting? Like, watching people and telling who's hot and who isn't? I thought you wanted her to fall for you, not another girl?"

"I do, but if it makes her happy to do so, then why not? If she wants to watch both genders she should go with you." I hear him laugh. "I'm serious, Ry."

"If she asks, maybe. But I won't suggest it."

"Oh, but I will. Anyway, I need to end it here, we're going out. Bye, Ross."

"Goodbye, Urie."

***

"I'm going to ask Alex and her friends to come to the concert in LA."

"You're going to do what?" Dallon looks at me, shocked.

"You heard me. You know I kept four tickets behind. And she can have a meet and greet afterwards." I grin.

"Bren, those aren't even meet and greet tickets, you know?"

I grin even wider as I grab a permanent marker. "Look, now they're just tickets." I scribble on them and show them to Dallon again. "And now they're meet and greet tickets. Don't worry, I'll tell security to accept these. They know my handwriting."

Dallon just shakes his head in disbelief. Or disappointment, maybe.

***

We're the next morning and I have just cut off the call in which I confronted Alex with her kiss with Ryan. And I found out one of her friends -Meadow, if I'm right- wants to fuck Ryan. And Alex has seen my dick. Which is the weirdest part of the whole conversation. "It's not a bad dick" Really? It isn't just "not bad". It's a great dick. I love it. Had a lot of fun with it so far.

Okay, I got a little carried away there. I just can't believe she said that. Was this something Ryan knew? If so, why didn't he tell me? He's my friend, right? He needs to tell me everything he knows from Alex. And now I sound like a psychopath again. But it's simple. I really, really like her. And I want to know what she likes. My stalking has a purpose. Not that that explanation sounds so much better...

"What are you thinking?"

I look up. "Oh, hi Dal. I was just thinking about this conversation that took a really weird spin in the end. You know, the one we had a few minutes ago?" He nods. "I'm just thinking about Alex. And I sound like a fucking psychopath because it's almost like I'm stalking her. Or she's stalking me, since she's seen my dick."