Part Two
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Brendon zoned out on the bus the next morning. Rethinking that maybe Netflix and mystery nachos were not the best idea. The bus stopped again and he couldn't be more ready to get off the ride. A man next to him was dressed up as Jesus and he left a non pleasant smell of meat and cheese.
"... can you believe that it's 12 more days till Christmas? I know, it's crazy. It seems like yesterday when it was July and my girlfriend was starting to play holiday music. Oh wow! Yeah..."
When he stepped off, he was immediately smacked in the face with the harsh cold air. He kept his grip tight on his coffee, enjoying the warmth coming from the cup.
Reaching the door, he pushed it open with his shoulder, turning his body and walking straight into another person and dropping the cup off coffee in surprise.
"Shit, I'm sorry, are you okay?" The person apologized quickly.
Brendon nodded quickly, staring at the stranger's nice shoes that were now covered in cold brew coffee. "I should've watched were I was going. My bad..." he looked up the slacks and collared shirt to be met with eyes as blue as the sky. He was surprised to see a small smile on the strangers face, "Hold one. Why are you apologizing? I dropped my coffee on you?"
"You dropped your coffee and I feel bad," the stranger laughed. "Can I possibly buy you another?" He offered.
Brendon was taken aback a bit. How often does an attractive stranger ask to buy you coffee? Under the circumstances, it all felt a bit too cliche for his liking. "Sorry, but I should just get into work. I have a report to finish up by Friday and—"
"You're really blowing me off to go to work?" The stranger laughed, sounding more like an angel than an actual human, "It's Saturday, you have the entire week to complete this report."
Brendon frowned at him, "You really want to spend time with a stranger who just spilled coffee on you?"
He nodded happily, "If you don't take my offer, I will personally find out what branch you work in and have you fired," he threatened with a cute smile.
Brendon raised his eyebrow, "Damn, now I'm being threatened."
"You spilled coffee on me!"
"I apologized!" Brendon shot back, "In movies, when someone spills coffee on the other person. It's supposed to be cute and flirty. This turned to stupid and annoying." Brendon began walking away.
"You're the one that declined coffee," the stranger called back, "next time when I spill coffee on you, I better get offered coffee."
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"Is there a Brendon Urie here?"
Brendon's head shot up to look over his cubicle. Barely anyone showed up to the offices on a weekend. He saw a kid standing by the door with a clipboard, the two made eye contact. "Are you Mr. Urie?" He asked.
Brendon just nodded, recognizing the kid as one of the assistants for the managers. The kid hurried over and Brendon noticed a small Starbucks drink in his hand. "What's that?" he asked when the assistant handed him the drink.
"Grande cold brew, hot."
Brendon rolled his eyes, "Yeah, but why? Who gave this to me?" He asked.
"Oh yeah," the kid said, "Dallon ordered it for you. Now I got to go." The kid left as quickly as he came in.
Brendon looked at the coffee curiously. Who was Dallon? He picked up the cup and noticed a bunch of scribbles on cup. He accidentally laughed out loud when he realized it was a number and a comment that said, "I told the kid to dump this on you but he's too nice, I guess you gotta drink this now."
He quickly dialed the number and almost immediately heard, "Dallon Weekes here, how may I help you?" He smiled, recognizing the voice of the stranger.
"Brendon Urie here, clearly this guy doesn't understand that I'm not interested."
There was a bit of silence, "Are you not interested in me?" Dallon questioned, "Or are you already seeing someone? If you're straight, then I'm so sorry for this. I clearly got the wrong idea—"
"Shut up," Brendon said suddenly, "I'm literally anything but straight. I like you but I'm just not down to seeing anyone at the moment," he explained.
"You wanna talk about it?" Dallon spoke quietly into the phone, "Maybe at a Starbucks? Or Pete's coffee? Your preference."
Brendon laughed, "Wow what a gentleman. Did you not hear what I explained earlier? I don't want to see anyone at the moment."
"Oh I heard it," Dallon said, "I just chose not to acknowledge it. Can't we just go out as new friends? I promise I won't flirt too much."
"You're impossible," Brendon muttered.
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Fanfiction[COMPLETED] Holiday Fic! Brendon hates clichés with a passion. That's why when the tall good looking gentleman caught an interest on him, he turned it down immediately. Much to his dismay, Dallon was not a quitter and usually took what he wanted whe...
