Girl That He Loves (Brendon Urie X Reader)

No Service

(You call Brendon. He doesn't answer.)

~Your POV~

I called 3 times. None of those times he answered. No voicemail, nothing. Now I was on the couch with a box of tissues and (Y/F/N), sobbing my eyes out.

"I thought this would mean something. He gave me an All Access pass, he asked me to go on tour with him. Why didn't he pick up?" I wailed.

(Y/F/N) hugged me and patted my head. "Honey, he's a famous Rockstar. The chances of you getting together are far-fetched. And I admit some of this was my fault. I encouraged the thoughts of you two having a life together. I never denied it, I'm sorry."

I cried harder. "It's not your fault, I don't know what I expected. It just... It hurts so much."

"I know, I know, shhhh, it'll be alright." (Y/F/N) continued to whisper soothing words as we watched dumb reality TV shows. "I'll go get you some ice cream ok? What kind do you want?"

"*Your favorite flavor*." I sniffled.

"Okay, I'll be right back sweetheart. It'll be alright don't worry." She snatched the keys off the counter and rushed out the door.

I cuddled with the soft blanket (Y/F/N) lent me from her room and tried to think of anything but Brendon. What would I do now? Would I still be able to listen to their music? Do I rage post on twitter? Maybe I'll just sit here and cry some more, that's all I have the energy for right now.

The nearest grocery store was half an hour or so away, so I knew it would take (Y/F/N) a while. Our house is big and secluded, which is great since we don't have any annoying neighbors, but horrible in this case because I feel like shit and I need my best friend and ice cream. I continued to watch douche bags beat each other up on Jersey Shore, and cry into the blanket.

~Brendon's POV~

The plane ride was long and bumpy from San Francisco to Phoenix. First class is always nice, and there was Wi-Fi, but I didn't have any service on my cell. What if (Y/N) called? That wouldn't be good.

"Hey dude, want some champagne?" Spencer leaned over from his seat across from mine, offering me a flute of the bubbly liquid.

"Nah dude I'm good." I stared out the plane window, wondering what (Y/N) was doing right now.

"You alright man? Is it because of that girl from last night?"

I sighed. "Did Ryan tell you?"

"Ryan? No. I just ~saw it in your eyes when you were on stage with her~."

"Is it that obvious?"

Spencer laughed. "No, Ryan told me man. He said she was all you could talk about after the show. That's kinda cute, but would you really date a fan?"

I hadn't thought about that. "She's not a crazy fan. I feel something when I'm with her."

"Don't give me that bullshit. She probably is one of the crazy ones, elaborately plotting and acting normal to get in your pants so she can have bragging rights to all her other friends."

That hurt. "You guys don't understand."

"Whatever, as long as you didn't give her your number or something. That'd be fuckin stupid." He laughed.

I froze and tried not to look guilty. Maybe that wasn't a good idea. Was she really one of the crazy ones? I mean I didn't even know her that well.