Lost// Brendon Urie// Finished

Chapter 3

"I have a surprise!" Blair yelled as I gently slid up, it was day 4 of our 2 month trip in L.A. 

"What is it?" I asked, still half asleep.

"I got a hotel room at Urie resort!" She said zipping the suitcase she must have packed while I was asleep. 

"Urie resort?" I asked trying to process everything.

"Yeah, after Brendon Urie's dad died he gave him ownership of the resort they owned, now it's bigger and better than ever!" She explained. She got up and forced me to change. I put on a white top and shorts. We drove down the street blasting Frank Sinatra. 

I looked up at the huge white and brown building that stretched down the street. It had hundreds of windows and in gold, glowing, cursive letters it read "Urie". We walked inside the massive building. 

"Oh my god, look at this God of a human!" Blair yelled running to a picture of Brendon. I walked over to her. I stared at the large picture of Brendon, it was wrapped in a gold frame.

"This guy really likes himself," I scoffed glaring at the photo.

"He is the world's hottest guy! I bet nobody is bothered with it there, I hope there is a photo of him in our room," Blair winked, walking to the front desk.

"First of all, I'm bothered with it there, second of all, stop being weird!" I said following her.

"Hi, I'm Blair Dwyer, I called and reserved room 304," Blair smiled to the front desk woman. As the woman pulled out a key card Blair grabbed her purse. I eyed her as she grabbed a couple hundred dollar bills.

"Woah! How much was this room?" I asked as Blair handed her the money. 

"Don't worry about it," Blair softly spoke. I was worrying, I didn't want Blair blowing all of her money on this place. I'm just saying, I didn't really want to be there.  

"Here you go, enjoy your stay," The woman smiled handing Blair a key card. As we walked to the elevator I couldn't help but think about Brendon again. Was he really trying to buy me? And why me? Brendon could get any girl he wanted at any time. It all seemed so strange, but I highly doubt I will be seeing Brendon again so, why did it matter?

"Come on!" Blair yelled as the golden elevator doors opened to a long hallway. Before I got a word out Blair took off and ran down the hall that seemed to go on forever.

 As we walked down the hall I studied the walls, many pictures of Brendon were scattered about. I still wondered, this guy seemed nice when I first met him, now he just seems rude and self-absorbed. 

"Hey, Blair, what would you do if you met Brendon Urie and..." before I could finish she immediately interrupted.

"Take my clothes off!" She yelled.

"Let me finish! If you met Brendon Urie and he's a total asshole, like he only cares about himself, and he's super vain," I explained.

"Um... well if you want my honest opinion, I wouldn't really care, Brendon just could've been stressed and not in a good mood, he is swarmed with fans almost every second.  I would probably shrug it off and appreciate the fact that I met Brendon Urie!" She explained. I honestly hadn't thought of that, I can't believe I had been so close-minded. I still wondered why Brendon tried asking me out, but that still didn't explain why he tried buying me. I completely forgot when Blair opened the door of the hotel room. It was marvelous.

There were 2 king beds, dressed in white silk sheets. A large flat screen tv was mounted on a light brown painted wall. under the TV was a wooden dresser, next to that was a black leather couch.  In awe I slowly walked to the bathroom, a large mirror was placed above a marble counter, in the center was a small white sink with gold handles, I turned to see a walk in shower and a jacuzzi tub next to it.

"Oh. My. God. Blair! This room is incredible!" I laughed hugging her, She wrapped her arms around me.

"Who was the guy you were talking to?" She whispered in my ear.