Life in Vegas || Brendon Urie

Chapter 21/Beginning of Book II

"Are you going to Arch History today?" Aubrey asked as she shoveled a spoonful of soup into her mouth.

I frowned in thought. "Probably not. That class sucks."

"If you skip, I'm skipping," she shrugged.

I shrugged back and ate a slice of my apple. "I don't know how we're passing that class."

Aubrey and I laughed; it was true. Aubrey Lockhart and I had bonded over the hatred we held for Architectural History. We were both, in general, art majors with emphasis in design. However, our emphasis to history of said design was quite dead.

Arch History was our last class of the day, so we simply gathered our things and left campus, and went back to my house where we spent afternoons dozed off in my bed after promising ourselves we would be studying.

I discarded my book bag in the chair that sat in the corner of my room. Honestly, I couldn't tell you if that chair has ever really been sat in. I usually just use it to store crap that I don't want to put away.

Aubrey flopped on my bed, and I followed suit. I looked over and she was holding the small framed picture from my nightstand. It was a photo of Brendon and I, smiling and hugging on the day of graduation.

"Is that your boyfriend?"

"Yes," I nodded.

"What's his name again? Braden?" She wondered.

"Brendon," I corrected flatly. "Don't disrespect him like that."

She laughed and put the small metal frame back on the table. "How are you two still together?"

I shrugged. "Luck, probably. We get frustrated with each other a lot though. It's hard to keep good communication from such long distance."

"You know, speaking of guys, I'm pretty sure David has a crush on you," Aubrey giggled.

"Herrera?" I asked, to clarify. She nodded. "From computers?"

"Yes," she nodded again. "He stares at the back of your head like, all the time. And he always smiles when you finish talking and turn back around."

"So?" I laughed. "I'm funny. He's probably laughing at a joke."

"He told me he thinks you're beautiful."

I rolled my eyes. "Whatever. It doesn't matter to me. I am not on the market."

"I'm just saying, if you and Braden aren't doing so well then I'm sure David would gladly be your rebound."

"I don't need a rebound," I shot.

"David's pretty hot though," she argued.

"I'm going to sleep, Aubrey," I bristled, "shut up."

Later on after Aubrey and I woke up, she went home and I decided I'd pay my routine evening call to Brendon. I sat and listened to the bubbly ringtone of Skype as I waited on him to answer. It rang for a good two minutes before it stopped, and the screen said that he wasn't available at this time. I frowned and figured that maybe he was busy working or recording.

I settled for reading The Lovely Bones until the sun had long since set and the stars were out. The sound of the front door opening and closing signified that my dad was home. I heard his footsteps coming up the stairs and sat up in my bed. He knocked on my door and then came in.

"We need to talk," he said.

Uh oh, he sounds mad. "About what?"

"Your Architectural History teacher has emailed me saying that you've been out of attendance for a while now. He's quite concerned," my dad observed. "What's going on?"