"BRENDON!" I cried, my face a mess of tears and hair. "If you leave, I'll never talk to you again."
Brendon turned to look at me, his floppy hair swooping across his forehead. He looked like I had just stuck a knife in his chest. "Cammy, c'mon." He pleaded. "If I don't go, I'll never forgive myself. The guys are waiting for me, I have to go."
We stood in silence for a moment, willing each other to change our minds. "I thought you were my best friend." I finally said.
"Yeah, ditto." He glared at me and walked away. That was the last time I saw Brendon Urie.
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Pray for the Wicked
FanfictionCameron Beasley and Brendon Urie were the best of friends. They were so close that their mothers used to bathe them together as babies. That's why when Brendon left town with his band, Cameron was devastated. She felt betrayed and vowed that she'd n...
