Nicotine: the sequel to 'The Ballad Of Brallon'

The cover up

Brendons pov:

After my visit I can here the girls giggling. I've finally figured out one thing good about them. I walk up to a girl named Demi she's one of the newer girls and hasn't been here that long. I ask her if she has any cover up I can borrow. "Why to cover the hickey's on your neck?" she laughs, "All of the staff already know you had sex with your boyfriend. Anyone could hear it from a mile away."

"It's not for that!" I look at her in the eyes. I can tell she's nervous talking to me. Standing an arms Length away from the Brendon Urie. Breathing the same air as him. Even though she acts confident I can see that she's shy. "I'll add you on my social media accounts and mention your name," I say trying to persuade her. "Fine," she cracks. My fans give in too easily. 

We go to her room and she tests colors to see which one matches my skin tone best. "What do you even need this for?" she asks. "Promise not to tell anyone," she wraps her pinky around mine and says pinky promise. "I'm trying to get out of here," I say, " I can't have anymore nightmares. If I go to sleep I will have one. If I stay awake I won't. But, they also won't let me leave if they know I haven't been sleeping." "Oh!" she says realizing why I need the cover up, "So you want to make it look like you're not running on zero hours of sleep."

"Exactly," I tell her. She tells me she found the perfect match for my skin. I thank her and as I'm heading out the door she asks, "Can I have your autograph?" I nod and sign one for her.

Thanks for the cover up

Love, Brendon Urie

Wow these girls are too easy I think heading to my room and putting the cover up on over my tired looking eyes.