Sunflowers (Not Edited)

Chapter Four

"If I was the room, then I'd always appear in your house and in mine. That way I wouldn't have to move around so often." Brendon explained to Ryan as the two continued searching for the door.

"Yes, but what if we had a visitor who accidentally stumbled into that door? Someone untrustworthy."

"Simple. Just don't let them in. The room can do that, you know."

Ryan hummed and looked left and right before leading Brendon across the street. He always looked both ways. Brendon never knew why since there wasn't any reasoning beyond it, but he let Ryan do what he wanted since it was only a road.

"Maybe the room doesn't want us today?"

"Why would it not want us?"

Ryan was beginning to get irritated and he sounded anxious to Brendon. He wasn't exactly sure on what anxious sounded like, but he knew it was Ryan right then. The man was leading Brendon all over the city, going down any street they could to find the door's new hiding place.

"Should we yell for it? It might come out if we yell."

"If we yell then people would hear us. That, or the band would completely overlap our voices-the door might not even hear us."

"Oh."

Ryan sighed and took them through an alley. It wasn't a nice alley; it was dark and wet. A little scary too. There were no flowers in the alley. No sun as well. It was hard to think about the sun not being in an alley since the sun was usually everywhere.

Brendon was sure the door had vanished on them until finally, it showed itself in a corner between a food store and a hair store. "It's here." Brendon said. "See it?"

"Yeah, Bee. I see it." He sounded annoyed, which confused Brendon because he wasn't sure if it was him who was annoying or the room because it hid itself well this time. He followed Ryan a little hesitantly, just in case it were to be him.

"I um, my bats aren't vampires." He told Ryan as the man opened the door. "That's good." "Yeah. Now I won't have to worry about them eating my blankets."

"Who the fuck are you two?"

"Now that's not nice. You shouldn't say bad words." Brendon told the stranger.

The man was slim and tall, though not as tall as Ryan since Ryan was very tall. But he was tall enough. His hair was a nice brown color that reminded Brendon of chocolate. But every brown reminded him of chocolate so Brendon was uncertain whether it was a good kind of brown or not.

"Who are we? Why don't we start with who are you?" Ryan snapped.

"Dallon. Dallon Weekes."

"I'm Brendon Urie and that's Ryan Ross. We come here a lot. This place is called the room. You're not supposed to tell anyone about it because it's magical and only appears to the pure hearted. You shouldn't sit in that chair. It likes to keep people."

Dallon Weekes made a sarcastic humming sound until he realized that the chair was, in fact, trying to hold him still. He struggled to break free; giving Brendon and Ryan dirty looks when he finally managed to get out of it.

"Yeah." Ryan said with a small smile. "It does that sometimes."

Dallon said nothing and attempted to leave. Of course, the door already closed by then and he was trapped in the room until it was actually time to go, but Brendon didn't think he knew that because he looked very puzzled as he felt the wall for some kind of handle.

"Where's the door?"

"Oh, it's gone."

"Gone?" Dallon Weekes repeated.