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violent suicide (crazy_me_haha) wrote,
@ 2007-06-04 21:30:00
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    Title: What Goes Around...Comes Around
    Author: crazy_me_haha
    Rating: PG-15
    Pairing: Brendon/OFC, Ryan/?, Matt Good/OFC, eventual Ryan/OFC & more.
    Summary: “I told you I didn’t want to talk about this anymore! So drop it already!”
    Disclaimer: I wouldn't be writing this if it were real.
    Author's Notes: YAY SEQUEL! CLICK HERE for prequel. Haha, Justin Timberlake is my inspiration for this sequel. XD

    i | ii

    So, when we got back inside the house, Brendon told his parents about the newly made plans. No Italy as of now, but maybe soon. Since the Italian getaway has been postponed, Mr. and Mrs. Urie decided that maybe Brendon could spend a little more time with his family. Brendon seemed to hesitate but we all thought it was a great idea thus he was left defeated.

    “We’d love to see you again, Emmanuelle.” Mr. Urie says as Brendon and I stood by his car, being greeted farewell by his parents.

    “Thank you for helping me with the dishes,” Mrs. Urie smiles at me while holding my hand. “Won’t she make a great wife, Bradford?” she asks her husband. I couldn’t believe I was hearing this and I think Brendon felt the same way too; but by the way he groaned, I would immediately assume that this wasn’t the first time this conversation happened.

    “Oh, definitely.” Bradford agreed with a huge smile on his face.

    “Mom…dad, please…we have to get going!” We said the last of our goodbyes, got inside the car and drove back to my apartment. There was an ongoing silence. I really wanted to ask what that was all about – the whole great wife thing and coincidentally Perry talking about engagements and weddings – but I didn’t want to bring the subject up; it seemed like a touchy subject for Brendon.

    More silence.

    A cough.

    “Um, I’m sorry about that back there. My mom can get a little bit carried away sometimes.”

    I nodded. “It’s alright.” I didn’t dare to ask any more questions.

    More silence.

    A change of topic.

    “You know what I don’t understand?” he suddenly says.


    “Why you want to go to LA and see her – Anna, I mean.”

    “Um…because she’s my best friend?” I reply as if it was the most obvious answer on earth.

    “Yeah, but…c’mon, she basically ruined Ryan.”

    “Are you saying that it’s her fault?”

    “I didn’t say that.”

    “But you were implying, right? But I honestly think that if Ryan had been more a little more specific and clear, then maybe this whole break up thing wouldn’t have happened. As well as this fight we’re having.”

    “Fight? We’re not fighting. We’re merely having a discussion.” Brendon defended, raising his voice a couple of decibels. We were almost nearing my apartment and I couldn’t wait to get out of this car despite it being a Lamborghini Gallardo.

    “Fine, whatever. End of discussion. I don’t want to talk about it anymore. Whether you like it or not, I am going to LA and see my best friend.” I gave Brendon a cold glare as the car came to a halt in front of the building. He sighed and just shrugged it off. “I’m going to book myself a ticket as soon as I get inside, so that means I’ll be leaving in a few days.”

    “So soon?” Brendon tried to persuade me to stay longer in Las Vegas – or even not to fly out of Vegas – by using his adorable pout and puppy dog eyes. “You know how it gets lonely around here without you.”

    “Don’t you dare give me that look,”

    “You know you can’t resist it.”

    I rolled my eyes. “Yeah, yeah okay, I can’t resist it just because you’re so fucking adorable.” I pinched his nose and gave him a peck on the lips. “And because I love you so much.” He smiled at me before I stepped out of the car and zoomed off back to his place.


    “I told you I didn’t want to talk about this anymore! So drop it already!”

    Ugh. The day I’m leaving for LA, Brendon and I are arguing over our cell phones. I was on my way to board the plane and people were already looking at me, drawing more attention.

    “Ma’am, I’m sorry but you have to end your call. The plane will start to taxi any minute now.” A flight attendant informed me as I sat down on my designated seat and struggled with my seat belt. I held up my index finger in front of her accompanied with a nod.

    “Look, Brendon,” I sighed and rubbed my temples. “I have to go; my plane is about to taxi.”

    “Fine, but I really do have a feeling something bad is going to happen on this trip so don’t say I didn’t warn you, Emmy. Don’t come crawling to me if she’s not the same Anna you once knew.”

    “Thank you for the advice. I’ll keep that in mind.” I say sarcastically. “I’m a big girl, Bren. I can take care of myself, so don’t tell me what to do.” And with that, I abruptly ended the phone conversation and turned my Sidekick off, dropping it back inside my bag.



    I sighed in frustration after she hanged up on me without a proper goodbye. Well, I didn’t really expect one, but whatever. Ugh, I hate it when she’s so stubborn (even though that sometimes makes her adorable). I am still sticking to what I said. I just have a feeling that everything will end up in a bad result while she’s there in LA with no one to take care and watch over her, since that’s like my job.

    But I can’t really do that can I? Seeing I’m all the way here in Vegas spending a couple of days or weeks bonding with my family (which reminds me, I’m also seeing my siblings again). It’s not like I can apparate – whoa, Harry Potter – myself back and forth between Vegas and LA. I wish I had some clone or something to keep an eye on her. It’s not that I don’t trust her…but you know, something might happen to her and knowing Emmy, she probably won’t tell me about it right away.

    And this just gives me an idea.

    She’s going to fucking kill me if she finds out, but I guess I’m willing to take the risk?

    I just know I’m going to regret this sooner or later.

    Ah, fuck.

    She’ll understand.

    I hope.

    I took out my Sidekick and dialed a number in Los Angeles.

    “Hello? Hey, yeah Pete…it’s me, Brendon. Listen, I need you to do me a favor…”



    After that long flight of what seemed like several hours, I was finally off the plane. I’m not a huge fan of flying, but its okay, I’ll live. It’s ironic though that I like traveling. Haha, I’m such a wimp. I need to get over my fear of flying. I headed towards the arrivals area and scanned the crowd for the person whose house I’ll be staying in while I’m in LA.

    Looks like she’s not yet here. I guess I’ll just wait for a bit.

    I sat down on the bench and waited for her appearance. Another hour went by and there was still no sign of her. I wonder if she forgot. Crap. I took out my Sidekick from my bag and was about to press the speed dial when I heard my name being called out. I looked up and saw a bleach blonde haired woman running towards me. I stood up, smiled and stretched out my arms, ready to give the blonde woman a hug.

    Yep, this is the person I’ll be living with for the next couple of weeks.

    Ryan Ross’s girlfriend.

    Jacquelene Vanek.

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