Life in Vegas || Brendon Urie

Chapter 37

That's how I spent the rest of my weekend. Tied up with Brendon, but never really getting too close. We both knew what we wanted, but a thin layer of ice still separated us that needed broken. Neither of us were sure how to go about that, but we tiptoed around like we did when we were teenagers.

However, the weekend came to an end quickly, and it was back to work. Brendon finally came to the house and approved all of the renovations, putting in his changes where he wanted them and taking out what he didn't want. When the papers were finally signed, we started the process of going about the renovations.

I was standing outside, thinking of ways to furnish the pool area, when Brendon came out to join me.

"Hey Ken," he said, sending me a grin.

"Hi," I replied.

"What are you doing?" He asked.

"Uh, well, I'm working," I laughed. "What are you doing?"

Brendon shrugged. "Nothing. I was bored and I didn't want to listen to Valerie talk anymore. I felt like coming to see you."

I rolled my eyes. "Okay. Be a doll and hold these tile models so I can look at them."

He took them hesitantly and stood in the empty pool, holding them against the walls as I sat on the edge and judged them.

"I think I like the dark blue instead of black, what do you think?"

He nodded. "That's fine."

I held my hand out for the tiles, but instead he grabbed it and pulled me down into the empty hole of concrete. "You should come swimming when this gets filled," he suggested. He pressed me into the wall. My back met the cool concrete as he smiled playfully.

"Brendon, stop it," I rejected him. He frowned and cocked his head. "I can't be messing around with you while I'm at work. If Val saw us it would probably be pretty embarrassing, and really unprofessional."

I felt my cheeks burning as he backed away. These situations were becoming frequent - Brendon and I would into close proximity of each other but neither of us knew what to do with the other.

Brendon climbed the steps out of the pool and walked away. I shrugged it off and kept working, until the odor of cigarettes hit my nose. Instantly, I made a foul face, and looked around only to see Brendon, with his lips wrapped around a skinny, white, burning stick. The thought of taking it from him crossed my mind, but I objected it. I had work to do and it was best if I just let him be.

I decided on the blue tiles instead of the black, and wrote it down on the pool papers. I went back inside into the air conditioning and sat down to take a break. Thankfully, Val had told me I didn't need to wear business attire for surveying and house plans, because June in California is a merciless temperature at times.

My day came to a slow end, and I made my way back to the hotel without quarrel. Later that evening as I lied in bed, I felt lonely. Something in me was gravitating toward Brendon's room.

I got up and walked down the hall (his room was a convenient five doors away). I stood outside his door, with my hand at the ready to knock, but I wasn't sure if it was acceptable.

Regardless, I rapped my knuckles against the painted and polished wood. It took several seconds before he opened the door.

"What?" He regarded me harshly. I was surprised at his attitude.

"I was just stopping by..." I trailed off, now feeing inferior. I hadn't noticed, but Brendon had grown a good deal in the last few years. He towered over me now. "I was bored and I thought we could hang out for a little bit."