Kaleidoscope Eyes || Panic! At The Disco

f o r t y - e i g h t

"Hey Bren!" Mom did come to visit. "And Venn..."

Mom didn't seem to like the fact that Venn had pretty much been attached to me since I woke up.

"Hello Grace." I heard him smile.

"It's good to see you again." She murmured.

"Hey Venn, Mom and I kinda need to talk alone..." I explained awkwardly.

"I'll be quiet?"

"Isn't your appointment with Dr Wayne soon anyway?"

"Yeah, but I wanna stay will you till then."

Mom and I had forced conversation about my siblings until Venn left.

"Sorry, he's been like that all morning."

"Why?"

"Uh...you don't wanna know."

"Oh, Brendon..." She whispered. "What about Dallon?"

"He won't know?"

She sighed. "He'll find out eventually..."

"Not if I don't tell him."

"Does Venn even know you have a boyfriend?!"

"I think I told him once or twice?"

"He seemed pretty attached to you."

I shrugged.

"I don't think that that was a good choice..."

"It wasn't half bad." I murmured. "Besides, your boyfriend thinks I'm young and stupid, so who cares?"

She sighed. "Bren... Duncan is a good guy."

"Doesn't seem like it."

"He's literally spoken two sentences to you. Look, tomorrow I'm organising a lunch so you two can chat, you know? I think you'll like him."

"I don't generally like judgemental pricks."

"He's not a judgemental pricks!"

"He is!"

"He's not!"

"YOU SHOULD'A STAYED WITH DAD!" I screamed.

She sighed again. "If you meet with him and give him another chance, I won't sell the house."

"Really?"

"Really. But only if you meet with him and give him a proper chance."

"Fine."

"Good."

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I was not excited to meet this Duncan again. As far as I knew, he was an arse.

Mom had packed us a picnic lunch and now I was sitting in the back of the car in silence as they began the drive to the park where we would supposedly be eating it.

I was trying to send the message that I really wasn't happy.

"So, Bren, Duncan's a pianist too!" Mom tried to start a conversation.

"Not a famous one." I muttered.

"Don't be rude." She warned.

"It's true."

"Remember what's on the line here." She warned me sternly.

"Sorry."

The next 5 minutes were silent.