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Title: What Goes Around...Comes Around Author:  crazy_me_hahaRating: PG-15 Pairing: Brendon/OFC, Ryan/?, Matt Good/OFC, eventual Ryan/OFC & more. Summary: “Do you think they’ll like me, Bren?” Disclaimer: I wouldn't be writing this if it were real. Author's Notes: YAY SEQUEL! CLICK HERE for last chapter & previous chapters. Haha, Justin Timberlake is my inspiration for these sequel. “He’s running late again!” I yell out of frustration in the almost empty salon. Perry and couple of co-workers who were cleaning up the place were the only ones with me. I was seated at the receptionist’s chair, twirling around and playing with my Sidekick while waiting for my boyfriend, Brendon Urie to come and pick me up for dinner at his parents’ place. Oh boy, it’s Meet The Parents time. Crap. “Don’t be such a baby,” Perry says, not breaking his concentration on filing his nails, “He’s probably stuck in traffic or what. For all you know he’s still trying to decide what to wear so it would be a special family dinner. And then after dinner, he’ll make a toast, thanking his mother for the wonderful dinner she prepared; his dad for his support and then turns to you, thanking you for coming into his life as the special girl he’s always dreamed of. And then he pauses, he sets down his glass and kneels beside your chair. You look at him with a confused look, searching his eyes for answers. You turn to his parents who seem to have a clue what was going on but wouldn’t let you know. You turn to Brendon again, he reaches inside his pocket and then takes out a little black box and then finally, asks you to marry him.” I stared at Perry and blinked. “You’ve been watching way too many soap operas, Per. He’s not going to ask me to marry him.” “Oh, whatever! You’re such a party pooper!” Suddenly, we all hear a car screech to a stop right in front of the salon. “Finally! He arrives! Tell him I’m in the bathroom fixing up.” I grab my bag and leave for the bathroom. Brendon steps inside and approaches Perry who was sitting on top of the receptionist’s desk, still filing his nails. “Hey, where’s Emmy?” “Oh, I don’t know.” Perry decided it was the best time to joke around with Mr. Urie. Brendon frowns. “Ugh, don’t get your panties in a twist. She’s inside the bathroom fixing up.” I soon step out of the bathroom right after Perry finishes his sentence. “Hey,” I greet him as he leans towards me and the two of us share a kiss. “God, you two make me want to vomit all over myself. You’re so sickeningly sweet!” I rolled my eyes at Perry’s words. “Ready to go?” Brendon nodded. “Yeah, sorry I’m late. I was on the phone with my mom, asking her if everything’s set up already. “It’s alright.” I say and then turn to Perry, “Well, we’ll go now. Don’t get into so much trouble, Per!” He yells something in reply but I could no longer hear him. Brendon helps me inside his car – a silver Lamborghini Gallardo – and then drives off to Summerlin, where his family resides. “Do you think they’ll like me, Bren?” I ask after the car comes to a halt inside his parents’ garage. “Of course! Why wouldn’t they? Well, c’mon, they’re probably waiting.” I nodded as the two of us walked inside the house hand in hand. “Don’t worry, they’ll love you.” We walked through the kitchen and into the living room where his parents were watching TV. “Hey mom, dad.” Mr. and Mrs. Urie’s heads turned around to the sound of their son’s voice. A smile formed on their faces, stood up and went over to Brendon with their arms wide open. “Brendon! Aw, my little baby is all grown up now!” Mrs. Urie gushes, embracing her son. “And this must be Emmanuelle!” She beams at me while I pathetically nodded with a nervous smile. “Brendon has told us a lot about you! Welcome!” She gives me a tight embrace. “So, what are your plans for the summer?” Mr. Urie asks the both of us over our vegan dinner. I have never eaten so many vegetables in my entire life. “Well um, actually–” I spoke up first but Brendon cut me off before I could even form a sentence. “Actually, um…we’ve been thinking of spending a couple of days alone together.” Okay, we never talked about this. What the hell is he talking about? I raised an eyebrow at him and he just gave me a look that said to just play along. “We were thinking of going on a vacation,” To where? Mrs. Urie asked the same thing. “Uh, Italy.” Mr. Urie almost choked on his sliced fruit and I almost fell off my chair. Was he fucking serious? ITALY? Okay that’s it. I have to take action before he starts speaking in Italian. “Um…Brendon, can we talk outside for a moment?” The two of us excused ourselves and went outside of the house and just stood by the front door. “Yeah?” “Italy?” “Yeahh…I was thinking about it. I just thought we could use some alone time, you know? Somewhere new, somewhere exciting other than Las Vegas or any state. It could be a fun experience and this is Europe we’re talking about here!” I bit my lip as he excitedly rambled on. He already planned the entire vacation and here I am disagreeing and raining on his parade. “What’s wrong, baby? Don’t you want to go to Italy?” He reached for my hair and played with a couple of strands. “God knows I do, B. It’s just…” I sighed and shook my head side to side, “no, not now. I can’t go to Italy now.” “Why? Did something happen?” I shook my head once again. “I’ve actually been thinking of going to LA.” I finally tell him. Brendon stared at me like I was nuts. God, I wish I knew what he was thinking right now. “LA?” “Yeah. I figured I could visit Anna since it’s been a really long time since we last heard and seen from each other.” I shrugged and bit my lower lip, waiting for some kind of reaction from Brendon. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “How long are you going to stay there? I really want this Italian getaway to happen before we start recording and touring again, Em. We won’t have time for each other when that starts and we’ll be seeing less of each other.” “I really don’t know, Bren. Days, weeks…months?” “MONTHS?” “I really don’t know! We’ll just have to wait and see, don’t we? Why don’t you come with me so we can be together?” Brendon sighed heavily. “I don’t know.” “Well, think about it, please?” Brendon nodded and the two of us went back inside his house where his parents were waiting. Post a comment in response: |
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