Kaleidoscope Eyes || Panic! At The Disco

t w e n t y - f i v e

There weren't any problems when Boyd picked us up on Saturday morning after we'd flown back to New York. Brendon stayed close to me, though.

He took us straight to his house.

The biggest surprise, though, was there was a brand new piano sitting in his living room. An expensive one, too.

Brendon nearly ran into it.

I stopped him just in time.

He frowned.

"I figured if you were studying music, you'd need an instrument." Boyd chuckled awkwardly. "I got it delievered yesterday."

"What?" Brendon asked.

"I bought you a piano."

"Really?"

"Really."

Brendon smiled. "Thanks..."

I helped him to the stool.

He was quiet as he explored the piano.

He started to play.

We just listened.

At the end, he paused. "Y-You shouldn't have s-spent this much money on me..."

"I haven't been as good of a dad as I should've, and I wanted to make up for that. Of course, this isn't much, considering all the birthdays and Christmases, but I wanted to give you something nice, to get you started here. I don't know how much you like material things, but i needed to get you something."

"I f-feel bad..."

"You shouldn't."

"B-But it was expensive..."

"I wanted to get you something special."

Brendon didn't say anything.

"Do you like it?"

"I-It's amazing..."

"Okay, good."

Boyd showed Brendon to his bedroom and set his bag down on the bed, and Lucky's basket on the floor in the corner.

"So, h-how are you Dad?"

"I'm pretty good." He smiled. "All the better that you're here."

"O-oh..."

Boyd gently patted his shoulder. "I made a reservation for dinner. Do you wanna head off?"

"O-okay?"

Boyd led us out of the building a down a few blocks to a small restaurant.

Brendon stayed by my side.

When we sat down, the waiters brought us all some menus. Brendon tried to hand his back, before he realised it was in braille.

He seemed surprised at that fact.

"That's why I picked this place." Boyd smiled slightly, before going back to looking at his menu.

"Oh, o-okay..."

Brendon didn't say much after that.

"Have you decided?"

"U-Uh... the c-chicken?"

"Which one?"

"T-The good one?" He whispered.

"Okay..."

Boyd went to order. I took Brendon's hand. "Everything okay?"

He shrugged.

"You don't seem okay."