Beautiful Accident {a Brendon Urie fanfiction}

Chapter 4

*Later that night*

When I came back home Veronica and Max were nowhere to be found. Veronica had left a note on the table that simply read "went to Max's house might not be back for a couple of days"

Honestly, I feel really bad for walking in on them but it's my apartment too so you couldn't exactly blame me. I decided against trying to call Veronica so I found some chocolate ice cream in the freezer and I turned the TV on. I watched twilight because that was literally the mood I was in. Today's 'find Cassidy a date' has not turned out well at all. I had no idea what I was expecting but whatever it was it didn't turn out. Unless I was expecting to meet a guy that seemed generally nice, talk to him for an hour. Then suddenly have his wife show up unexpectedly and start screaming at you in French. Because if I was expecting that, then tonight went exactly as planned. Of course I hadn't been planning them. That's why I had the chocolate and movie that to be honest was kinda creeping me out.

I turned off the tv and grabbed my cell phone and earbuds. I clicked on the first Panic! song I could find and turned it up as loud as it would go. It turned out to be Girls/Girls/Boys, not my favorite but definitely a good one (and have you seen the music video?)

I don't wanna hear you've got a boyfriend
Sometimes you're better off alone
But if you change your mind, you know where I am
Yeah, if you change your mind, you know where to find me
'Cause I don't ever wanna be your boyfriend

And never did I think that I
Would be caught in the way you got me
Push another girl aside and just give in

Girls love girls and boys (sophisticated, manipulated)
Girls love girls and boys (sophisticated, manipulated)
And never did I think that I
Would be caught in the way you got me
But girls love girls and boys
And love is not a choice

Pose, you've gotta save your reputation
They're close to finding out about your girlfriend
But if you change your mind, you know where I am
Yeah, if you change your mind, you know where to find me
'Cause I don't wanna save your reputation

And never did I think that I
Would be caught in the way you got me
Push another girl aside and just give in

Girls love girls and boys (sophisticated, manipulated)
Girls love girls and boys (sophisticated, manipulated)
And never did I think that I
Would be caught in the way you got me
But girls love girls and boys
And love is not a choice

I am just a villain vying for attention from a girl
A girl who can't decide and here's the reason why

Girls love girls and boys (sophisticated, manipulated)
Girls love girls and boys (sophisticated, manipulated)
Girls love girls and boys (sophisticated, manipulated)
Girls love girls and boys (sophisticated, manipulated)

And never did I think that I
Would be caught in the way you got me
But girls love girls and boys
And love is not a choice

I guess I fell asleep with my headphones in because when I woke up the next morning my ears were in extreme pain but there wasn't any music playing since my phone had died. I grimaced as I felt something sticky on my lap. I cursed. This wasn't supposed to happen for another week. I grabbed a few tissues from the coffee table and started soaking up what I then discovered was melted chocolate ice cream. I was relieved there was no damage to the leather couch that couldn't be fixed but I couldn't say the same for my pants. I hobbled to the bathroom like a penguin and Sam followed close behind me licking the ice cream drops off of the linoleum floor. I peeled off my sticky clothes and tossed them into the empty hamper. I jumped into the shower to try to eliminate the chocolatey mess. I guess the steam brought out the American Idol in me, as I sang Camisado at the top of my lungs. 

Just sit back, just sit back
Just sit back and relax
Just sit back, just sit back
Just sit back and relapse again

Can't take the kid from the fight
take the fight from the kid
Sit back, relax
Sit back, relapse again
Can't take the kid from the fight
take the fight from the kid