Bad Boy or Sad Boy

Chapter 2

I'm at my job at Starbucks thinking about the events that happened yesterday. I didn't tell my mom or Rose what happen, I thought they wouldn't be able to do anything so I didn't want to worry them.

 "can I have a medium coffee" a voice asks breaking me from my thoughts. I look up and see the warm round eyes that belong to Brendon Urie. It confuses me that no one else can see the kindness in his chocolate eyes. "Its actually Grande not medium" I joke with him. He laughs and I can tell he is shocked that someone would joke around with him instead of running away. His laugh is like a sweet song that you listen to the radio all day to hear and I want to hear it again. 

4269808573 call me I want to say thank you

 I write on his cup before handing him his coffee. He looks at me in shock when he sees it and I respond with a smile and nod. I swear I saw him blush before he turned around and walked away. "Watch out for that guy he's a criminal" my coworker/friend Mel says to me "ok Mel" I say brushing her off. I know she means well but I'm to consumed with the idea of Brendon Urie to let her drag me down.

 I get off of work around three and that is when I hear my phone ring. "Hi um... its Brendon" I hear his soft sweet voice say "oh hey!" I reply followed by 10 seconds of silence and "I'm sorry I shouldn't have called" "Brendon wait" I mange to say before he hung up. "Yeah?" "I want to see you I need to say thank you" (another pause) "I'm at the park same place as yesterday" "you better stay there I will be there soon" I say and hang up before he can change his mind.

 When I get to the park I see Brendon pacing back and forth, a cigarette dangling from his full lips. "Hey!" I say as I walk closer "Hey Florence May" he says while quickly stomping on the cigarette hoping I wouldn't see. I stand in front of him and look him in the eyes "really thank you Brendon you saved me yesterday" he opens his mouth to say something but I cut him off by wrapping him in a hug. He seems shocked at first but soon hugs me back and gently rests his chin on the top of my head, being the perfect height. I feel so safe in his strong arms; despite the stories I know he is not a bad person. 

" Do you want to sit by the river" he asks as we break from the hug. I nod and we walk over and sit on the ground next to each other. He is wearing a short sleeve shirt so I actually have a good view of his arm full of tattoos. I stare at them mesmerized by their beauty. He kind off shelters his arm and looks worried that I will disapprove. I place my hand on his arm "tell me about them" I say looking into his eyes. He looks shocked at first but clears his throat 

" this one was my first" he say pointing to a set of piano keys on his forearm "I got it to symbolize my love of music" "then I got the flowers around it to symbolize my Hawaiian heritage" next he points to a portrait of a man "This is Frank Sinatra. I got it because he is my all time favorite musician." He says with a smile "this one I got with some buddies as friendship thing" he says pointing at what looks like a cross between a p and an exclamation point. He point at the large one near his shoulder and says "this is the cover art for the album new junk aesthetic by every time I die" "and finally he points to one on the underside of is arm " this is my moms eye in the middle of a flower"

 I nod and absorb all the information. I am taken back by the meaningful stories behind all the tattoos and the passion he had while talking about them. I hear him chuckle and say "no one has ever asked me that. Usually when people see my tattoos they disapprove or are to focused on other parts of my body to care." 

That's when I realized Brendon is much like his tattoos. People are quick to dislike the idea of them without caring what lies beneath.