strawberries | brendon urie

18: "don't tell brendon"

"you okay? you look stressed"

me and brendon were watching a movie, me leaning on his side. his arms shielded me as we stared at the screen. i shifted throughout and rubbed my eyes. i shook my head. he paused the movie and sat up.
"whats up?" he asked. fear grew inside me. i couldn't tell him! what would he do?
luh...girl stuff" i stammered.
"you want me to call nicole?" he chuckled.

she was here in five minuets. she insisted we went to my room. brendon sat on the couch typing away on his phone while we headed to my room. i trusted nicole and we talked a lot - she was awesome.
"you good?" she closed my door and we sat on my bed.
"i uh gotta...ask you something" i was real nervous.
"don't be scared" she put her arm round me.
"just please promise not to tell brendon i asked" i begged. "i won't tell unless you're in danger. promise" she said.

"is it true that girls can like girls?" i asked. she furrowed her eyebrows.
"of course" she replied.
"and guys can like guys?" i added.
"yes defiantly! why would you ask that?" she pondered.
"uh...i've always wondered" i said.
"you could of asked brendon"
"its weird" i went a bit red.
"i know what you're like" she squeezed me a little and we both laughed.
"anyone can love anyone. why do you ask though? really?"
"lots of homophobic stuff on twitter" i gabbled.

she had a lunch date with her boyfriend so she left and i breathed out. good conversation. i went to the main room and sat next to brendon.
lyou feeling better?" he asked, putting his phone down.
"i need hugs first" i giggled. he grinned and squeezed me tightly. i laughed as i was pulled into his arms, feeling happy.