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

eighty-two: i wasn't born to be a skeleton

A tapping at my window interrupted the book I was sat on my bed reading with Muffin purring away beside me, and I closed it and placed it next to my bed before I got up to approach the window. Of course it was Brendon, and I helped him in quietly and then closed the window behind him. 

"Brendon, I just wanted to apologize again," I said as I pulled him into my bed with me. "Just, for being so distant and shutting you out so much."

"I'm just glad we're back on good terms," he offered me a small smile and I snuggled up into his chest, sighing against it. His fingertips rested against my arms, rubbing small, gentle circles against them as I slowly drifted off to sleep without even realizing it. 

When I finally woke up, Brendon was pulling out of my arms carefully, brushing my hair from my face. He kissed me softly goodbye before he slipped out my window silently, leaving me to close it and snuggle back into bed, clinging to the last bit of warmth he left on the sheets. 

Sometime later in the morning, I finally woke up again on my own and stretched, feeling genuinely well rested for the first time in probably months. I smiled to myself, the thought of Brendon just barely running through my mind as Muffin cuddled into me, and finally got out of bed to get dressed. 

I stopped as I was pulling my mock neck sweater over my head, hearing my phone ringing next to my bed. I picked it up to see it was Brendon, and carefully brought it to my ear. 

"Hey," I answered, rummaging through my drawer to find a pair of jeans for the day.

"Hey, did I wake you?" he asked.

"Nope, I was just getting dressed," I replied, pulling out a pair of distressed boyfriend style jeans, deciding they would do for today. 

"Well I was just wondering if you wanted to come over, Dallon and I were going to play music for a bit," he said.

I smiled. "Yeah, I'll be over as soon as I get something to eat."

"Okay, see you soon."

When I showed up at Brendon's house, he answered, hugging me tightly before letting me in and leading me to his basement. I said hello to his mother on the way, who looked pleased that I was coming over casually again, and sat with Brendon for a little while before Dallon showed up.

"It's weird, but nice, being able to do things like this again," he said, sitting with me on the couch, wrapping his arm around me. "I missed when things were simple."

"Me too," I sighed. "It's okay. Just because things aren't simple doesn't necessarily mean they have to be bad."

"You're right," he said, giving me a small smile. I leaned in to kiss his lips softly, interrupted by the doorbell ringing.

"That's Dallon," Brendon said, standing from the couch. "I'll be right back."

Brendon had just reached the bottom of the stairs when the door opened and Dallon stepped in, bass in hand and head turned over his shoulder saying something to Brendon's mother. He turned around with a smile on his face, adjusting his glasses that sat lopsided on his face before looking confused at me sitting on the couch.

"Hey Charlie," he said. "Um..." He turned to Brendon, clearly expecting an explanation.

"We had a moment the other night," Brendon said, his cheeks flushing. "And we talked things out yesterday."

"I'm glad to hear that," he said, smiling at the two of us. "Really. What brought on this moment you two had?"

"Well..." Brendon looked at me nervously. 

"My parents are getting divorced." Dallon's face fell, looking concerned suddenly and putting his bass down.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry Charlie," he said, coming to sit next to me on the couch. "How are you doing?"

"Honestly, really shitty," I laughed. "It's okay, it's easier to cope when I pretend it doesn't bother me. And when Brendon and I aren't fighting."

He nodded. "Okay, well if you ever need anything, you know you can call me."

I nodded. "Thanks Dallon." I smiled at him, and he offered me a smile back. I turned to Brendon, who stood awkwardly messing with the sleeves of his long sleeved shirt. 

"Let's play some music," Dallon said, standing from where he was sitting next to me on the couch and taking his bass guitar out of his case and plugging it in. 

I listened to the two of them play for a while, they mostly played covers from other bands, and I enjoyed the background music while I thought about what I was going to get for Christmas gifts. I remembered Dallon had mentioned something about a Saint Motel CD that he was really wanting, but I had no idea what I was going to get for Brendon.

After a while, I went home because Brendon's mother asked for him to help with yard work and I decided it would be a good opportunity to go Christmas shopping while it was still on my mind before I ended up forgetting. 

When I got to the mall, I got my family's gifts first. It was easy, the same usual things I got them. For Jason, a Rick and Morty t-shirt, mostly because it was something we usually watched together when neither of us had anything better to do. For my mother, I got her rose scented bath stuff knowing it was her favorite, and a new tie for my father. When the easy shopping was done, I went to the music store to look for the CD for Dallon while still trying to think of what to get Brendon.

I realized as I was paying for Dallon's CD that I should get a gift for Robin considering she's been there for me more than most have throughout all the shit I'd been dealing with with Brendon. I figured on a girl to girl level I couldn't go wrong with lotion, and I decided I'd wait to talk to Dallon to see what I should get Josh. 

Defeated, I decided to just pick up a couple vinyls that Brendon had been eyeing at the record store, knowing that while it may not be personal and meaningful, he'd still get excited and appreciate it. I sighed as I walked past the stores on my way back out to my car, ready to head back home but stopped when a particular store caught my eye to my left.

No, I told myself. It's stupid, and there's no way I'd be able to pull off something like that. Yet at the same time, I was so tempted. If nothing else, it could count as a second gift.

Fuck it. I took a deep breath and walked inside the store.

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A/N: oooOOOoo mysterious

i kinda disappeared again? i don't know if it was quite a week since the last time i updated but hello i'm here i haven't left 

boy you guys are in for a w i l d ride, i've been talking to my sister about ideas for part 3 and it's gonna get fuckin crazy my friends prepare