Topanga.
His eyes reminded me of the sun, always bright and happy. Apart from that one interview. I miss him and he misses me. It was obvious, even to the fans.
I sighed and ran my fingers through my hair as I chased happiness through instagram stories. Just one, caught my eye.
Topanga, check dms x
On a blank page. It was probably just a message saying can you pass this onto Brad. I just carried on, thinking it was nothing. The thought of wonder pulling at me.
I sighed and turned off my phone. We all need a social media free day once in a while, my phone rung from a notification, Brendon Urie's beautiful voice trailing down my ear. I slid accept on the call although my truce to myself.
"Baby, I'm so sorry"
"Mam, why are you sorry"
"You don't know?"
"No Mam, I don't"
"Is Brad okay? If he's not I swear I'll find the person-"
"Hunny, Brad's okay, it's just when I say.. You won't be."
"What do you mean?"
"Brad cheated, baby girl"
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Cheater - BWS
Fanfiction"Hunny, Brad's okay, it's just when I say.. You won't be." "What do you mean?" "Brad cheated, baby girl"
