Still Brendon's POV
I arrive at the park at around 1:30. I still have over 2 hours until class is supposed to end. Might as well go to my quiet space.
I get there and there sitting on the boulder is Dallon.
"Hey Bren, it is amazing how fast you could get to places with a car." He chuckled.
"Hey Dal, what are you doing here? I wanted some time alone..."
"Sorry..."
"Whatever."
"You sound mad, I didn't want to make you mad."
He was facing away from me.
"Whatever, might as well stay."
"Was planning on to, even if you didn't want me to."
"Wanna see more of my songs?"
"Yeah, actually, I would."
I grabbed my notebook from its place. Then I turn to my favorite song.
"C-can I sing this one?"
"Sure. Go ahead."
"Yay, this is my personal favorite..."
"I thought the one called Crazy=Genius was your favorite."
"No, I said, one of my favorites."
"Oh, ok."
"This is gospel for the fallen ones
Locked away in permanent slumber
Assembling their philosophies
From pieces of broken memories
Oh
Oh
The gnashing teeth and criminal tongues conspire against the odds
But they haven't seen the best of us yet
If you love me let me go
If you love me let me go
'Cause these words are knives that often leave scars
The fear of falling apart
And truth be told, I never was yours
The fear, the fear of falling apart
Oh
Oh
This is gospel for the vagabonds,
Ne'er-do-wells, insufferable bastards
Confessing their apostasies
Led away by imperfect impostors
Oh
Oh
Don't try to sleep through the end of the world
Bury me alive
'Cause I won't give up without a fight
If you love me let me go
If you love me let me go
'Cause these words are knives that often leave scars
The fear of falling apart
And truth be told, I never was yours
The fear, the fear of falling apart
Oh, the fear of falling apart
Oh, the fear, the fear of falling apart
Oh
The fear of falling apart
Oh
The fear of falling apart
Oh
The fear of falling apart
Oh
The fear of falling apart."
"Y-your voice..."
"I know, it sucks..."
"N-no, its am-amazing."
I felt myself go red.
"Well, no one else really has heard me sing, I only sing here..."
"You should sing for other people."
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Why are you talking to me? {FINISHED}
FanfictionBrendon Urie is your average aesthetic person, loves pastels, drinks Starbucks almost everyday, he is pretty popular. Dallon Weekes is a punk kid. He wears a lot of dark colors, and he is somewhat mute, only speaking when he has to, like during clas...
