Life in Vegas || Brendon Urie

Chapter 29

The next morning, I woke up in an empty bed.

Of course, I mentally reprimanded myself, I give him a chance and he leaves before I even wake up.

I stared blankly at the ceiling, let out a sigh and decided I didn't care. I probably deserved it at this point.

I hoisted myself out of bed and got dressed. My hair was rightfully messy, so I tied it into a bun and tucked the stray pieces behind my ears. As I did so, I heard noises coming from downstairs. I figured that since David wasn't here and my dad was away, there was definitely someone in my house.

I grabbed the softball bat from my closet and slowly went downstairs. When I reached the bottom, I slowly crept around the corner of the wall to check the kitchen. I couldn't see anyone. Cautiously, I kept walking, my bat at attention and ready to swing.

Suddenly, a pair of arms clasped around my waist. I let out a squeak of terror before trying, and failing, to swing my bat. I thumped my own forehead instead of hitting anything useful.

"Woah!" David barked, startled by my attempt of defense. "Jesus, Kendall, put the bat down!"

He released me as I let the bat clatter to the floor.

"What the hell?" He gasped.

"I figured you had already left, so I thought someone broke in," I said sheepishly.

David chuckled, "You are so weird."

"Sorry," I mumbled, placing the bat in the living room closet for the time being.

"You thought I left?" David asked from the kitchen.

I walked to the doorway and leaned against it. "Yes."

He motioned for me to come over to where he was. "Why?"

"I was by myself and the other half of them bed was made too neatly for comfort," I shrugged. Brendon never made the bed. It always held the promise of him coming back to it.

I shook my head, as if trying to shake off the thought of Brendon.

David stopped pouring the cereal and gave me a look. "No. You're stuck with me now."

I laughed at his statement, but felt a small sense of strange foreboding in my gut. He slid one of the bowls in front of me and then walked over to the counter, got into precisely the right drawer, and handed me a spoon. I waited for him as he tidied up; David grabbed the cereal box and put it in the pantry and put the milk away before sitting back down at the table.

Idly, I wondered how he knew just where everything was at, but I dismissed it. He had been up a while, so he might've familiarized himself.

"Is your head okay?" David asked, sitting next to me at the table.

I nodded. "I should live."

"I would hope so," he laughed. "There's a lot I haven't gotten to experience with you yet." David paused and looked me over. "But a few things that I have."

My face blushed entirely and I shrunk down into my half-eaten bowl of cereal. I felt shy; nothing near the confidence I had felt with Brendon. Was this a good thing or a bad thing?

"I'm going to go shower," I excused myself. I dumped my dishes in the sink and retreated to my bathroom. A feeling of anxiety was churning my stomach and I didn't feel right. I knew I liked David. I wouldn't have let him stay last night if I didn't. Right?

No, my subconscious sneered, you know you still love Brendon. You're only in this with David for the distraction.

Standing under the hot water, I let the streams wash my doubt away. I knew that I had a lot of healing to do - I couldn't deny that fact. Still, I questioned if it was a good thing to do that healing with David or without him.