Please, hide me ~Brendon Urie

Six

I couldn't believe my eyes. I was everywhere. Panic! At The Disco was everywhere. Among other bands, but most of the posters on the walls were posters of my band. The pile of clothes on the bed was made of t-shirts and sweaters of Panic! At The Disco too. All my albums were on the desk. From A Fever You Can't Sweat Out to Death Of A Bachelor Tour Live. There was a pile of pictures too. I guess they were the missing pictures on Stella's wall. Above the desk were pictures of me with two girls, with my autograph and the words "2 février 2012, Londres" above them. I remember those girls. It was our last date of the UK Tour in London. The youngest was 16 and had short pink hair. Her big sister was 17 and had orange hair exactly like Hayley Williams, with her lip and nose pierced. I couldn't believe these girls were Rose and Stella. They had changed so much in 6 years! Next to those pictures were other pictures of Stella and Rose, more recent. Stella had her actual hair with the blue tips, and Rose had long light brown hair. Those girls were the same girls... There were also pictures of Rose and I guess her boyfriend, "Noël 2017" written under them. Christmas. Just before they died... Looking closer, her boyfriend looked like... me. Like, really like me. Same hairstyle, brown eyes, wearing a nice suit. They seemed so happy... What happened to them was so tragic. My eyes stopped on a picture of their band playing in a very big place. "Concert à Saint Sauveur!" I didn't know where that was, but it seemed huge. And Stella was wearing a Panic! At The Disco tank top. Do they cover my songs? I left the room and made sure to lock it behind me like it was, and went to the computer to open YouTube. Thankfully, Stella's account was logged on. Well not exactly her account, it was their band's account. Exactly what I was looking for. I searched through their videos and found the playlist "Panic! At The Disco covers". I swear they covered almost every song. The most viewed being Golden Days played in that Saint Sauveur place. 7K views, that was huge for a small local band. I watched it, and a few others until I heard noise coming from outside the apartment. People were on the floor. I recognized Luka's voice. Shit! I closed YouTube quickly and shut down the computer screen to rush into Stella's room. I could hear her whisper-yelling at Luka.

"Luka shut up!"

"Oh come on, there's no one on your floor and you know it, who am I gonna wake up?"

"There are still people on the floor under your feet and- Oh my god you're so drunk!"

"I'm not as think as you drunk I am!" he laughed.

"You're not funny right now, just open the goddamn door and fucking go home!"

"Okay, okay... Here you go! Good night little star!"

"Please take care of him and be safe on your way back. Good night Jessica, and you, you better go straight to bed when you get home! Now get the hell out of here! And don't forget to fucking drink water!"

Is she always so motherly to everyone?

As I heard her coming closer, I jumped on her bed and pretended to sleep. She opened the door carefully and whispered my name, I didn't move. What an ass you are Brendon. Yeah, I could have let her sleep in her own bed... But I had so many questions right now and it was not a good time, she was pissed because of Luka's behavior back there and she was certainly tired. She grabbed her pajamas next to me on the bed and left, closing the door quietly. I couldn't take away the guilt I felt in my chest, so I got up and went to the living room where she was ready to sleep in the couch.

"Hey Stella..." I whispered. "You can get your room back, I'll take the couch."

"Oh sorry, did I wake you up? I'm really sorry..."

"Shh, it's okay. Good night."

I kissed her forehead and stepped under the covers, she stood there for a few seconds before to walk towards her bedroom. Why did I just do that?