Everything You Are - Brendon Urie *completed* (part 2/3)

fifty-six: oh glory, i think i see you around the bend

My ribs were still healing for the rest of the school year, and I was practically good as new about a week after school finally let out. I'd managed to catch up in my classes after a little bit of scrambling, and lots of help from Brendon, and we got through our second to last year of high school together. I was glad to finally be away from school and be able to just relax the first week or so of summer, and since I was still somewhat bedridden, I began looking at all the information colleges were beginning to send me in the mail. 

My mother came back home early from her rehab around the same time that my ribs were completely healed, and although she seemed like she was in awful shape, she seemed to be doing better than she was. I noticed her and my father sitting down and having actual conversations a few times, not just yelling and throwing things at each other. They actual sat Jason and I down and informed us that they were going to start seeing a marriage counselor. While I was happy that they were finally addressing the fact that they do not have a perfect marriage and we are not a perfect family, I was upset about the fact that I was basically left to my own devices to start looking at colleges and preparing for applications. Thankfully though, Brendon was also looking at colleges and we actually bonded over doing so together, reading up about them and sharing ideas with each other. 

Considering my parents were wrapped up in their marriage problems and Brendon and I were spending lots of time together due to college hunting anyways, I spent most of my time during the summer with Brendon, Rachel and Dallon. The summer went by in mostly a blur, the boys writing music together, Brendon complaining an awful lot about Dallon and his constant tardiness to meeting up with the other boys, often covered in hickeys--as was Rachel almost anytime we'd hang out--and a lot of Brendon sneaking over late at night to talk, play video games, listen to music, make-out, sometimes mess around a little bit, but generally we just enjoyed each other's company and spent quality time together. Again, after the accident something changed between us. Brendon was much more gentle with me--not that he hadn't been before--but seemed more deliberate about everything he did. He never hesitated to kiss me, whether it was my hand while it was sitting in his, on my forehead when we were just hanging out, or if he was just flat out going in for a kiss just because he wanted to. He started complimenting me more and telling me how much I mean to him so much more, and I was loving all the attention. It was like we skipped the entire rest of our honeymoon phase, as well as the awkward fighting and bickering phase, and went straight into the "i'm absolutely in love with you and adore everything you do" phase. 

As for Rachel, we hung out a lot but she didn't seem to have much to say about Dallon. She mostly asked about Brendon and I, and when I'd ask about Dallon she'd clam up, talk about him shortly and change the subject. It seemed odd, especially considering all that she'd even mention was them having sex, sometimes it seemed like it was all they ever did. 

The summer flew right by us, and just a couple weeks before school started up again, I woke up in the early morning, and had just settled into my room with a cup of hot tea and was trying to enjoy the peaceful quiet of the early morning, Brendon still quietly snoozing on my bed. This happened a lot; Brendon spending the night, I'd wake up early and get myself tea before joining him back in my room, he'd wake up a little while later, drink some of my tea, get really affectionate and touchy, then eventually sneak back to his own house. This wasn't any different as I sat wrapped in my thin bathrobe and sipped at my tea, the window open and the early morning breeze feeling nice and cool against my skin as I continued reading a book I'd been working through reading in the time I wasn't spending with Brendon. I suddenly became aware of some loud talking outside, and glanced up, glaring at my window for a second before writing it off as some neighbor kids getting loud too early in the morning. It happened sometimes. 

I tried to continue reading but heard more talking and laughing and realized it wasn't the sound of a kids voice, so I finally sighed, setting my book and tea down and standing by my window, opening the curtains enough to poke my head out and see that there was a U-Haul truck in the driveway of the house next to mine and my heart dropped.