From fame to college. (Tyson Ritter/Brendon urie fanfiction)

Chapter 12.

"Wine?" Tyson asked, his eyes shifting nervously. I shook my head. Little did he know about my fathers little alcoholic problem. My gaze switched to him briefly but he missed the exchange completely.

"So, " Tyson started again and dread filled my gut, "don't know if you saw Cassies little performance at college earlier?"

"performance?" My father beamed, grabbing the iPad from tysons hands. I grimaced, turning to make faces at a seemingly bored Jamie who was sat beside me. My eyes wandered to the two spare seats across from me and I raised an eyebrow at my dad who turned away immediately.

"You know about the performance don't you, dad?"

"I do," he sighed, shifting his gaze to the door which had just opened and closed. I twisted around so I could see and so did Tyson. He mumbled something under his breath and I shot a narrowed look at him.

"Look at that suit," I looked to Danny, who's jaw was on the floor as the man of topic came through the doors with another well dressed man by his side. He was Infact right about the suit though.

Brendon did dress well for school, that much I knew but this was a whole different level. Instead of his favourite charcoal grey slacks he sported midnight black ones, paired with the sleekest midnight black dress blazer. To go with it a smooth dark grey waistcoat snaked itself around his abdomen, concealing part of the crisp white dress shirt. His slim tie matched his reflective black dress shoes that had a glint to them as he walked over to us with his executive friend. My father stood up, shaking both brendon and the other mans hand.

"Miss Franco?" It felt weird someone other than urie uttering my formal name but I stood anyway, taking the mans large hand in my own.

"Mr-"

"Jason Bradford. In case you're oblivious, I'm a music producer, and to say quite the least I'm interested in yours and Brendon's little viral blast. " He occupied one of the vacant seats opposite and Tyson grunted to which Jason smiled, "never thought I'd see the two of you sat at the same table. "

"Glad it amuses you, Mr Bradford, " he responded drily, to which I elbowed him in the gut. He shot me a warning look but recoiled his childish manners. I had almost forgotten that Tyson was part of this industry too.

"Viral, you say?" I echoed Mr Bradfords earlier utterance and he nodded, signalling the young waitress over before ordering a bottle of wine. I looked to dad cautiously and he rolled his eyes at me before turning it into a reassuring look.

"Absolutely, all over the Internet. I must say, it has double the good comments than bad. " I noticed he was speaking as brendon did when I first met him. Posh and extended vocabulary seemed to be this mans forte. I grimaced though. Bad comments? What kind of comments, and could I handle them?

"What kind of comments?" I asked, paranoid, earning a small chuckle from brendon.

"Nothing you or I can't handle. " His eyes flickered to Tyson who had completely shut down and brendon sighed. "I know you're not happy me being here but you should at least feel happy for your girlfriend. "

"Girlfriend?" Bradford echoed, looking between the three of us. I nodded.

"I am! It's just its my last night and I wanted to spend it with my girlfriend," I cringed at the double use of the world girlfriend, it was as if he owned me.

"Can we just-"

"Cassie is Tyson's girlfriend?" Mr Bradford echoed once more. Tyson growled loudly.

"That has already been pointed out. "

My dad shot me an awkward look.

"Can we jus-"