You Aren't The Only Exception

Chapter 3: She Never Had The World

I woke up to hear my phone freaking out since my alarm was going off. I tried drowning out the horrid beeping sounds, it didn't work. I got up and turned it off. I really hate myself for deciding it'd be smart to put it across the room while I sleep so I had motivation to get out of bed. It was only 10:30am. I sighed as I put on my slippers, cause let me tell you hardwood floor and bare feet don't go together and quite frankly, I'd rather not have my toes go numb today. I walked into the bathroom and nearly screamed as I saw the blonde mess that is which my hair. It nearly brought me to tears. Well now everyone at the studio will know I broke down. They were all waiting for it.

In my defense I was not only fucking up peoples days, I saw my ex, and the bitch he was dating and cheating on me with, I found that bit out later on when I did the crazy ex-girlfriend thing and staalked her instagram a bit,  and I was really tired. It wasn't so much as a break down as I was tired and a lot of emotions were happening so it wasn't so much as a breakdown and more so I needed to be monitored that night. Okay so maybe it was a little mental breakdown, but you cannot tell me
I was wrong for having it. It had been a stressful time since he I don't care what the box said I grabbed some blue dye from my cabinet and proceeded to finish what I had started. 

While my hair was up and letting the dye seep in I had made breakfast. Which was just cereal because I hadn't been grocery shopping in forever and I was trying to cut back on expenses, since I get that my band was relatively popular its still hard to pay off for a house you just recently purchased, especially when living in the better parts of LA. I get I can always ask Jerm, Tay, or even my sisters, but I needed to prove something. I needed to prove it not to them but to myself. It had been so long since everything went haywire like this, and so far by the looks of it and the fact I am physically pained, I am most definitely doing to well. Part of me knows I have nothing to prove I mean everything is fine I'm just stressed and upset, as any normal person gets, but its been a while and I needed to hold some dignity or pride within myself. I was a mess, yes but I was determined do something with my mess of a self. 

I sat the dishes in the sink and walked to my bedroom, retrieving my notebook from the drawer. I had decided to look over what I had written to make sure it didn't completely suck before pitching the songs to them. I hadn't realized I gave most of them names, or at least the ones that suck names. Even the names sucked and sounded way too much like a Fall Out Boy song title. "You Were So Cool Before You Started Sleeping Around", "Picture Perfect Mess", "Joyous Times To Celebrate The Time I Actually Cared", "Last Hope", and "The Aftermath Of Letting Your Heart Win" I wasn't a fan of those songs, for sure, the other ones I had written were okay. Well maybe, "Last Hope" wasn't such a bad song just needed some fine tuning. I ripped the other ones I wasn't so much a fan of and kept that one messing around a bit with that one. 

When I had finished fixing up all of the songs as if by perfect timing my timer went off and it was time to rinse out the excess hair dye. I grabbed clothes to change into and the towel I always used after dye my hair, from the closet. I took a shower waiting for all of the excess dye to look like it has rinsed out. I first dried off my hair, or at least made sure it didn't drip then I proceeded to dry off the rest of myself, when I had put on my bra and underwear, my doorbell rang. I figured it was Chad coming over to collect the rest of his things, so I wrapped myself up in a towel and headed downstairs to get the door. 

"Listen Cha-" I began when I opened the door to see none other than, wait for it, you'll never guess Brendon Urie. A blush immediately filled my cheeks, I was in a towel for god sake's. 

"Oh god sorry!" He spoke quickly and awkwardly, clearly embarrassed by the situation. 

"No no its my bad I thought you were Chad coming to get the rest of his things."

"Oh no, I was just wondering if you had any coffee."

"Uhm yeah come in, I have a coffee machine in the kitchen, I haven't made any yet but you can make yourself a cup, while I uhm get fully clothed." With that I was off and he entered my home. As I finished getting clothed and putting on some makeup I couldn't help but think what the hell is he doing here? 

I walked downstairs to see him awkwardly looking for some cups. 

"They're dirty, I haven't washed them yet." I said as I walked over to the sink grabbing two cups and washing them. "So how the hell in all of the places in LA did you end up here?" I asked him drying off both cups at this point.

"I live actually right across the street and needed coffee badly." He admitted sheepishly. I looked at him now, like fully looked at him. He seemed tense and had bags under his eyes. 

"Yeah a lot of the neighbors are rude here."

"Especially when you play music until late hours of the night."

"Oh god!" I laughed rolling my eyes. I went to grab the creamer from the fridge, I can feel him staring at me it was quite awkward for me. As I handed it to him he spoke up again. 

"I like your hair. Its edgy and girly."

"Thanks that's the look I was going for. I know you cut your hair a while ago but it looks nice, it suits you best." I smiled and looked around in my cabinets looking for sugar. It was on the highest shelf, who's ever funny idea it was to do that was a real jerk. Its embarrassing to have to climb to get something off your own shelves. "So how are things with you and Sarah?" I asked as I hopped up on my counter.

"Not so good if I'm going to be honest." he spoke hesitantly, as if he was debating on lying or telling me the truth.

"Why is that?" I asked as I kneeled down on my counter tops and grabbed the sugar. I turned around and hopped off. 

"Just so many things and now she's wanting a divorce and I can't loose her, she's the greatest thing to ever happen to me but, I've fucked up Hayls. I've fucked up bad." He spoke softly and most of all sadly. Everything about him screamed that he needed to be loved. Loved from someone he truly loved. I wondered if I came off the same way. 

"Want to elaborate on that?" I asked him while I handed him  the sugar. He shook his head no and I left it at that. We made our coffees and sipped them quietly. 

"Sorry about you and Chad." He spoke breaking the silence. 

"It was never meant to be. I mean I felt like I had the world with him, but that's impossible, no one can truly have the world, so to put an end to your mislead beliefs it shakes up your world and causes havoc I suppose."  It took a while to formulate a response from him.

"Yeah I know." He spoke in a tone that made me want to cry and I was pretty sure I cried too much to cry anytime soon.

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Hey guys. Sorry for not updating sooner High School Sucks but anyways I hope you like this emotional wreck of a chapter ~American Psycho