Sobriety House // Brendon Urie

seven // that's why

heres a short one yall but im feeling a double update!! much love if you read this.

To be honest, I thought the walk back to the house was going to be stiff and awkward but it ended up being anything but that. 

We talked about a lot of things. He really opened up to me which led me to open up to him. He spoke about his family, faith, and even the falling out with Ryan. He told me about how his addiction led to divorce the band possibly going on hiatus. Even though it was a lot of dark subjects, I loved listening to him speak. No matter what he spoke about it was always backed up with passion and opinion. Not enough people are like him now a days.

I wish the walk home could have been longer. We hopped back over the fence to the house and climbed back inside laughing and giggling like a bunch of teenagers. I haven't felt this carefree in a while. But I guess there is a time and place for everything.

I hopped down inside the window into Brendon's arms to hear someone clearing their throat. There stood Steve. And let me tell you...I have seen happier people. He didn't speak right off the bat. He just held out two small cups. 

"Are you serious?" Brendon scoffed grabbing the cup and tossing it on the floor. "A fucking drug test?"

"I can't believe you would take advantage of me B" he shook his head. I slowly grabbed the cup from Steve and backed away. "And YOU. You are walking on thin ice Jane. If you think that being new to the house is some excuse to break the rules and have a shitty attitude, don't think you won't be reprimanded. From here on out, you are on a strike system. From what I can see, and from the sweet smell of marijuana you're reeking of...you've just used strike one." 

Steve nodded his head to the bathroom held in the basement for me to take the damn pee test. To be real, I couldn't even be mad at the guy. I did break the rules and was expecting worse. I don't even regret anything. I used the bathroom and before I came out, I listened in on what Steve was saying to Brendon. It was quiet but I heard a good chunk.

"What the hell Brendon. You're not going to the studio for the next two fucking weeks. And what is with you.." He wouldn't even let Brendon get a word in. "I don't want this girl to ruin all of your progress. I see the way you look at her. She doesn't seem like the best girl to have in your life. Bad influence. Rough attitude..just stay away... Please." Ouch. I walked out of the bathroom to see Brendon's head hanging down while Steve shoved the cup into his chest. 

"Go to bed Jane" Steve grabbed my cup and shooed me upstairs as we left Brendon looking distressed downstairs.

I had nothing I could even say. 

Laying in bed I had a lot to think about. I can't lie, I guess I have always been that girl that doesn't necessarily make you proud. Even when I did well in school, joined clubs, won art shows, I never seemed to be the girl my parents wanted me to be. To hear someone else belittle me like that..it hits hard. I felt low. The only person I wanted to talk to was the person apparently shouldn't talk to me.

I knew this.

That's why I didn't kiss him.