Life in Vegas || Brendon Urie

Chapter 5

The months passed by. I kept myself busy with school, and a new job I had gotten at a café that was a couple blocks from my house. I liked my job, because it put money in my pocket and took up the time that I would've just sat at home doing nothing.

It was mid-March. The middle of the semester, and T-minus one month until prom. I hadn't had much intention of going, but the girls were convinced otherwise.

"You have to," Taylor whined. "I want to see you all dolled up."

"I don't know who to go with," I replied. "I wouldn't want to just go alone and look like a weirdo."

"Are you not dating Brendon anymore?" Anna asked.

"Not exactly," I shrugged. "There was kind of a falling out, and neither of us really made attempts to fix it."

"You should try to patch things up," Taylor said. "You guys were cute, and I don't know if you've noticed, but he looks at you with the biggest puppy dog eyes ever. He misses you."

The rest of the group nodded and hummed in agreement.

"I just don't know how," I sighed. "I want to, but I can't bring myself to apologize. I wasn't nice."

"That's why you apologize, smarty," Maria snapped.

I acknowledged her sass with a curt nod.

"Oh, there he is!" Anna whispered loudly.

Brendon walked into the classroom, looking dull as he ever did, but sharp as ever due to a shocking haircut. It was much shorter, but still swept across the top of his forehead gently. It looked even more touchable than before.

I hadn't noticed that I was staring until I felt Anna nudge me. Quickly, I tore my eyes away from him, feeling embarrassed knowing that he knew I was basically objectifying him due to a haircut.

"Seriously, Kendall, just swallow your pride and talk to him," Anna advised. "The worst he can do is turn you down, but then you can at least say that you tried."

I nodded. She was right. When guitar class came, I sat next to him for the first time since our argument. He gave me a strange look, but accepted me.

"Can I help you?" Brendon asked. "Oh, never mind."

His remark stung, if I'm being truthful. Not that it wasn't well deserved; I had definitely been cruel to say what I said.

"I'm sorry," I sighed. If those words had a taste at that moment, it would've been spoiled milk, or something else putrid and hard to choke down.

Brendon looked like I had caught him off guard (I probably had). He set his guitar to the side and faced me. "For what?"

I sighed again, this time out of frustration knowing that he was going to make me say what I was sorry for.

"Look, I just want to start with that. Are you free tonight?" I asked.

"Yes," he nodded.

"Okay. Then I'll see you at Meridy's at 6?"

"Uh, yeah, that sounds good," he agreed. I could tell that he was pleased by how his voice raised in pitch.

At 5:50, I sat in Meridy's, waiting on Brendon to arrive. At 5:53, he walked in and immediately found me. He sat across from me in the bright red booth that contrasted his dark clothing.

"You're early," I observed.

"You're earlier," he replied. I grinned, stifling a giggle for some reason. I felt giddy, like it was our first date all over again. Then I remembered why I was here with him, and the excitement drained from me.