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

sixty-one: endless romantic stories

Within a week afterwards we all had to dreadfully go back to the one place I hated more than my own house; school. 

By the time we were attempting to figure out what the hell to do with our friend group now that Dallon and Rachel had broken up, Dallon and Rachel were both doing a bit better and although Rachel was okay being able to look at Dallon and not break down and start crying, she certainly didn't want to choose to be around him and she wasn't about to get into another relationship. It amazed me just how emotionally invested she was in him, because I didn't think she was capable how having such emotions for someone. 

Brendon and I sat together at lunch, and Rachel had found a group of people that she got along well with to sit with at lunch that didn't consist of her old friend group, and Dallon sat with the two of us, third wheeling like usual but he didn't seem to mind. Brendon and I tried not to be that couple that was constantly making out and all over each other. 

"Look at this carrot," I said, holding it up in front of Brendon, who was zoning out and mindlessly rubbing my back, resting his head against my forearm. He lifted his head to look at the carrot, squinting slightly behind his glasses. 

"What the fuck?" he said. 

"I know, it looks like a vagina," I said, and Brendon rolled his eyes as I started giggling. "What's wrong with you today?" 

"I don't know, I've been kinda spacey," he said, sighing.

"I've noticed," I replied. "Is something on your mind?" 

He shook his head. "I don't know, I think I'm just tired. My mind wouldn't shut off last night so I was up really late writing again."

I heard an exasperated sigh and a very irritated looking Dallon joined us at our lunch table, dropping his paper bag onto it and sitting very abruptly on the bench, causing the entire table to jolt. 

"Oh boy, I know that sigh," Brendon said, turning to Dallon. "What happened?" 

"Dan just decided to tell me that he's leaving for Europe for a month next week," he said. "And now I don't have a drummer for who knows how long. I need you on keyboard and Kenny on guitar, and I don't know any drummers around here that don't already have commitments." 

"Hey, you should see if Josh will fill in for Dan," I said. Brendon stiffened next to me, but I chose to ignore it. 

"Are you talking about Josh Dun? Doesn't he already play with Tyler?" he asked.

"Well yeah, but he's a nice guy and I'm sure he'd have no problem filling in," I said. "Plus, by the sounds of it, they just mess around and Tyler's the one who writes all the music anyways."

"Hmm," Dallon opened his lunch bag. "I suppose it wouldn't hurt to ask." 

I nodded. "I'll ask him if you want, he lives right next door to me now and he was going to come over after school today anyways." 

"It's okay, he's in my next class so I can just talk to him and see," he said. 

Brendon had convinced me to sign up for AP Statistics as a math class instead of pre-calculus, telling me that he'd taken pre-calculus before and it was all around a shitty class and that it would be cool to be in the same class. I learned during the first week of school that Josh had also signed up for the class, so of course I allowed him to sit next to me instead of Brendon so that he would know someone in the class, and Brendon had Dallon to sit next to anyways. This wasn't a problem until our teachers decided to pair us up for our projects with the people we sat next to. I didn't have a problem with it at all; in fact, Josh was really smart and I was glad to have someone working with me on this project that knew what they were doing.

I walked out of class afterwards, saying goodbye to Josh as I was going to walk with Brendon to my last class of the day that we conveniently also had together, reaching out to take his hand when he started walking faster. 

"Brendon," I said, and he stopped, turning around and facing me. 

"Why are you in such a hurry?" I asked, reaching out and taking his hand. He turned and began walking without looking at me again. 

"I don't want to be late," he mumbled. 

I sighed and stopped him, turning him around to face me and pulled him aside in the hallway. "What's going on?" 

"Nothing," he replied. "Let's go." 

I crossed my arms and raised my eyebrow at him, and he huffed and rolled his eyes. 

"You sit with Josh and get partnered up with him for it when you knew that I wanted to be in this class with you and work with you in it," he said. 

"Okay first of all, I didn't pick Josh as a partner, I let him sit next to me because he's new and didn't know anyone in the class," I said. "And second of all, you aren't seriously getting annoyed about something this small? You're being unbelievably petty right now, Brendon."  

"I know," he mumbled. "I'm sorry, I'm just in a bad mood today I guess." 

"Well stop it," I said, reaching out and taking his hands, pulling him closer to me. "I don't like grumpy Brendon. Don't make me tickle you." 

"For the love of God, no tickling," he rolled his eyes again. "Come on, we're going to be late for class." 

Unfortunately, with school starting that meant that everyone was also beginning to talk about homecoming again and how excited they all were for it. I tried my best to ignore it as much as I could, knowing that Brendon was one other person that I knew hated dances just as much as I did and wouldn't force me to go. 

I felt bad for Rachel, who told me that she had gotten asked to homecoming by someone that she didn't want to go with, but said yes anyways because he asked her in front of a bunch of people. 

After I met with Josh after school for a little bit, I headed over to Brendon's house to join him and the boys while they played music with Dan for the last time before he was leaving. I sat in the basement after his mother let me in and sat down to do my homework while watching them. I heard Brendon mention a couple songs about their songs they'd written and were playing, one of them being called Time to Dance and another he mentioned There's a Good Reason These Tables Are Numbered or something along those lines. I had no idea why he picked such long titles for songs, especially since some of them were such a mouthful to say and I couldn't remember all of them to save my life. I was surprised that he even could. 

Although I was supposed to be working on my homework, I was too distracted watching Brendon play on his keyboard while singing, amazing me at how his fingers could move up and down the keyboard so effortlessly. I was mesmerized, unable to comprehend how I'd ended up lucky enough to be able to have such a talented boyfriend. Even though he had been a real pain in the ass lately, moments like that reminded me of what made it all worth it in the end. 

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