This was no accident; This was a Therapeutic Chain of Events: Brendon Urie

Chapter Nine!

Jessabelle met up with Ryan at the airport to see Jecilia off that night. The both of them sharing the pain Jecilia had felt. Ryan wiped his face. "I should go with her." he stated lowly. "No. This is something she wants to do alone." Jessabelle said.

"She told you?" he asks. Jessabelle shakes her head. "She would have gotten two plane tickets if she wanted anyone to join her." Jessabelle answers. "Damn," was all Ryan could say. Jessabelle faught hard to hold back her tears.

"I guess I'll see you round, Ryan." she says. They part ways once they get out to the parking lot.

Jessabelle got home and plopped down on the couch, a sigh forced from her lips. She wipes her face in attempt to fix up her smeared make up. Her phone vibrates. She takes it out of her back pocket, hoping it would be Jecilia, and unlocks it.

Brendon: Hey, Belle. ry tole me wat happened r u gonna be ok??

Jessa: probly not till i know jessie is...

Brendon: i hate seeing u like this im coming to get you

Jessa: No! Brendon im fine

Brendon: r u lying to me

Jessa:...yeah

Brendon: b there in 7 min see u soon

Jessa: I'll b waiting

Jessabelle appreiciated the fact that Brendon wanted to keep her company. She couldn't wait to see him, either. Quickly she got in the shower and changed into a different outfit. Before long, Brendon was knocking at her door.

She answered, already prepaired to leave. Brendon opens his arms to her, letting her cry in his arms. He pats her head. "It's gonna be fine. C'mon, lets get outta here." he said, walking her away from her appartment.

[Choke back tears]

Brendon was devistated. He hated watching Jessabelle be in the state she was. He didn't want to crowd her, but he had no idea as to what would make her better. He takes his hand and twines it with hers, her crying seized. She traces little circles on the back of his hand as they ride.

"Thank you." she says stiffly. "I just didn't want to leave you alone." he says. "And I thank you for that." she replies.

They arrive at the band's house. Jecilia smiled a small one when she saw all the food for Spencer's party. "What's the party for, again? You never said." she asks. "It's Pete Wentz's party. He's coming to visit and we just wanted to mingle a little." Brendon smiled. "Pete Wentz?! Are you shitting me?" Jessabelle asks, wide eyed and opened mouthed.

"I shit you not." Brendon laughs. "Wow, I can't wait to meet him!" she shreiked. Soon realizing where she was, she covered her mouth. "I'm sorry." she whispered. "It's cool. The guys are up anyway." Brendon shrugged. Jessabelle laughed, following that laugh was a quirky sound that emmerged from her stomach.

She blushed while Brendon laughed. "Someone skipped dinner." he cackles. "I was with Jecilia, I didn't have time to eat." she says. Brendon takes her hand and leads her into the kitchen. "What are you hungry for, milady?" Brendon asks. "How about a..." "Peanut butter and jelly sandwhich it is!" Brendon cuts her off. "It's pur specialty round here." he winks.

"I  bet it is." Jessabelle laughs, even though she was actually quite serious.

[Oh put my heart at ease]

The two finish their snadwhiches and plop down on the couch. "You've fed me, comforted me, made me laugh, Brendon, you're amazing." she smiles, playing in his hair. "You're even more amazing." he replies, causing her to blush.

"You're adorable." he smiles. Jessabelle notices a smidge of jelly left over from his sandwhich on his face. She laughs and uses her thumb to wipe it away. "Yum, leftovers." he says, taking her thumb and popping it into his mouth. She shrieks. "Ew, Brendon, you're so gross!" she laughed as she pulled away. She tried to stand, but he grabs her by the waist and pulls her back down.

"Don't go," he says softly in her ear. She nuggles into his warm grasp and smiles. She'd forgotten how nice it felt to be around a guy, but then again, she felt bad. Deep down in her heart, she felt like she was cheating on Jordan, even though he wasn't there.

"Jessabelle," Brendon states, half asleep. "Yes, Brendon?" she asks, stroking his hand. "I'll wait for you. I promise." he says before drifting off. Jessabelle doesn't know how to react. Brendon's grip on her tightens slightly. Jessabelle was happy.

Happy she met Brendon. Happy she went to that concert that night. Happy she was there with him. The only thing she couldn't stand was not being ready for him...and the thought of her best friend's sister being dead and not being there for her.