Life in Vegas || Brendon Urie

Chapter 3

"Um, listen, we don't have to do anything if you don't want to," Brendon said nervously. His eyes shone with anxiety in the dim closet lighting.

"Are you uncomfortable?" I asked.

He shook his head. "Not at all, but you're drunk and your judgement is questionable."

I wrung my hands together, looking around the closet. There was a choice to be made here, and I was determined to make the right one.

Slowly, I moved closer to Brendon. He watched me carefully, his eyes straying downward every so often. Gathering the confidence I was given by the alcohol, I slung my arms around his neck and gave him a quick peck on the lips, then grinned at him.

"There," I chirped. "Ice broken. Was that as bad as you thought?"

"I didn't think it would be bad at all," he laughed.

Brendon wrapped his arms around my waist somewhat awkwardly as we reconnected for another kiss. He obviously had full control over whatever was happening, because I was barely standing up straight. I could feel my eyelids getting heavy while I kept them closed in the midst of kissing him. Then my head lolled to the side, and I could tell I was about done for.

"Hey, Kendall," Brendon tried to get my attention. I heard him stifle a laugh as he kept one of my arms around his neck, supporting my weight and helping me out of the closet.

The next thing I knew, I was in a soft bed, being tucked in. I relished the feeling of the bed as exhaustion took over my buzzed mind.

"Hey," Brendon said loudly. I opened my eyes to acknowledge him. "I'll call you tomorrow. Please don't drink anything else, for your own good," he chuckled. "Goodnight Kendall."

I mumbled a 'goodnight' to him as he turned off the light and walked out. My eyelids soon fell shut with thoughts of Brendon floating around behind them.

The next morning was a disaster. I woke up with Taylor and Anna both in the bed with me. It was a king size, so it wasn't a space problem, but more of a problem with three hungover girls waking up at the same time and desperately needing a bathroom and water.

I was probably the best off out of the whole group of us that had stayed at Maria's. I had drank the least and went to bed the earliest. But I had some blurred memories that I was skeptical about to say the least.

I finished brushing my teeth and walked to the kitchen where Taylor stood, drinking a Gatorade and rubbing her temples.

"Rough night?" I joked.

"Shhh," she hushed me. "How was the closet?"

"Uh, about that... I don't really remember," I replied. "I have some very fuzzy memories but nothing solid. I know Brendon put me to bed after we went into the closet. That's it."

Taylor smirked and nodded at me. "You did good, then. I think he likes you."

I shrugged. "Maybe."

I returned home shortly after gathering all my belongings and fixing my face. I was undeniably on a walk of shame to my little grey car. My hair was a frizzy, gross mess and my leftover makeup was smeared and smudged. I managed to wipe some off, but I just needed a full power wash.

The heat of the shower felt great. It eased my headache away and relaxed the rest of my body. When I was finished, I felt even more tired than I had last night, so I laid in bed and took a nap.

Bzzzz...bzzzz...bzzzz...

My phone rang on my nightstand. Without checking my caller ID, I pressed the green circle and answered in the moodiest voice I could.