Miss Jackson || Brendon Urie fanfic

21. Alex

"About Tonight. She's the ex-girlfriend of the both of you, if I'm right? Is she really that much of a slut?" Meadow getting curious.

"She is." Brendon answers. "She would fuck everything that walks on two legs." I finish. And with that I also end the subject. There is no more to be said about her. I don't want to face her ever again. I've been lucky Brendon was there for me, to pick up the pieces and put me back together. I don't know what I would have done without him. Ever since we met, he's been there for me, even when no one else was. He blamed himself for bad things that happened to me -he shouldn't do that, but he does it anyway- even if I was the only one to blame.

I'm thinking about Josh as well. Why did he suddenly talk to me? What made him decide to do so? He's never spoken a word to me before. The only one he ever talks to -unless he's forced to- is his friend, of whom I don't know the name. How did he recognize Brendon's dogs? They're just Penny Lane and Bogart, nothing famous like Grumpy Cat. It's all so strange. These days, everything is so confusing. Like why did Olivia need to talk to Brendon? How come he suddenly has tickets for some concert? Leftovers, okay, but exactly four? Isn't that a bit too much of a coincidence? I don't get it. I don't. And I don't think I will, unless some people here start explaining some stuff.

And what about the guy picking us up? Some dude I haven't even hear of, Zack, or something like that. Why can't Brendon drive? Or Dallon, if they think Brendon is too reckless. I don't like being in a car with people I don't know. But Brendon seems to insist, so I'll have to... And I'll meet Brendon's coworkers as well, he said. Dallon I already know, but then there is one called Dan and a certain Kenny. They sound nice, but every friend of Brendon does.

"Bren... I have a confession to make... I've never been to a concert before. What should I wear?"

"That's nothing to be ashamed of, honey. Euhm... Most people wear merchandise, but- Oh wait, I've got some for you guys. Don't ask how, but I do. Wait here."

He walks, or more like runs off to his garden house. What does he keep in there? Merch of every band he helps out at concerts? Not much later, he's back with four shirts. "I did a little guessing, but these should fit." We thank him and take the shirts. He turns around and we quickly change our shirts.

"Looks great." He says when he turns back. "I'm going to get my stuff and then we should be ready to go. Grab what you need, we won't be back here 'till... Tomorrow, probably."

"Tomorrow? You know it's not even three yet, right?" I ask him.

"Yeah, I do. But it gets late sometimes. You'll understand when we're there, just don't worry about it."

I shrug. Fine. It's just all so confusing... I feel like there is something going on, something serious and Olivia knows about it. What are they not telling me?

I don't get much time to think of it, as Brendon walks back in, telling us we're leaving. I take my ID-card and phone, shoving them in the pockets of my jeans. I still have some money sitting in these jeans, so I'm good. And if it's not enough, I can always ask someone to lend me some money, they all know I'll pay them back.

We're the last ones to be picked up, but surprisingly, we all fit in the car. Dallon is complaining about us taking his seat, though. "Because he's so tall and he needs more space" or something among those lines. Dan and Kenny seem like nice people.

"You're the guy that walked in when I was calling Brendon! You needed a set list?"

"Right, that's me. Brendon was kind of mad at me for that."

"I was not!" Brendon yells from the front seat.

"Dude, you were pissed off. I still don't get what I did wrong, but never mind."