Thanks For Everything, But I Don't Need You Anymore

Chapter One: It All Started At The Coffee Shop

It all started when I went to order a hot chocolate at Starbucks. It was the beginning of October, in New York, so it had already begun to get chilly outside. I was on my way home from school, and I didn't have a car yet, so I'd have to walk home. Thankfully I didn't live too far, only about five blocks. I absolutely refused to take the bus. It's dirty and people smell weird and usually it's really crowded. Anyways, that was the day I met "him". He was average height, with brown hair and even though there wasn't that much sun anymore, he'd had a bit of a tan. He was working at the register. I walked up to order my drink.

"Hello, how are you today?", he said with a bright smile.

"F-fine. And you?", I stammered. Oh god look how much of a fucking idiot you are. You see a hot guy and ruin your chances already by not talking properly.

"I'm good. Thanks for asking. People don't do that often anymore.", he said.

"No they really don't", I chuckled.

"So are we going to chit chat at the register while there are people behind you in line or are you going to order?"

I looked behind me, and true enough, there were four people behind me. They didn't look too bothered though. "Oops I'm sorry. I'll have a large hot chocolate please."

"Okay one large hot chocolate coming right up!" He said as he moved to fix my drink. I patiently waited while I watched the way he moved. Damn he's graceful.

I continued to watch him as he mixed the chocolate into the milk. I'd started dreaming of his arms and torso doing more productive things.

I was just getting to the part of the fantasy where he was kissing me and holding my hips flush to his when I heard it.

"Sir? Sir? Sir!", he'd finally snapped.

"Huh? Oh! Sorry I kind of drifted." I read his name tag "Ryan?"

"Yeah I can see that. Take your hot chocolate and go sit at a table if you're going to do that frequently." Then he told me under his breath, "My shift ends in ten minutes. Stick around for me?"

I nodded vigorously and went to find a table to wait for Ryan.

I'm only sitting for about five minutes - four minutes and forty four seconds to be exact - before Ryan saunters over purposefully.

"So lucky costumer, it seems I didn't get your name during our encounter" he says sexily. God everything about him is attractive. His hair, his arms, and that godly voice. It takes me a second and a few stutters before I can reply.

"M-my name's b-b-Brendon. Brendon Urie."

"Well Brendon Urie, how would you like to go out for lunch tomorrow. I'm off all day then." He says it with a wink, implying more than eating lunch will happen.

"I'd love that Ryan." I say distractedly. I can't staring at his chocolate brown eyes. I could drown in them.

"Great! I'll see you around one then? We can meet here and then go to this little restaurant I know not too far from here. I'm friends with the owner so we're bound to get a discount." He says excitedly

"That would be perfect."

"So it's a date!"

"It sure is!"

"Oh my goodness yes!" He pecks my cheek before walking out of the coffee shop. So far I have seen no flaws in this man. As I watched him leave I stared at his ass. Perfect, I thought. I wonder if he's a top or a bottom. Perhaps with time I'll find out.

I quickly finish my hot chocolate and dashed out of the restaurant. I realized I was late for a meeting with my best friend: Dallon Weekes.