Categories > Celebrities > Panic! At The Disco > Just Off the Beat of Reason
Ok so a little info before you start reading.
Normal text is in the past, starting in August of 2004.
Italic text is in the 'present', which is actually 2007.
Enjoy!
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Have you ever had one of those days when you wake up and everything goes right? You look amazing for no particular reason, you feel great and no one can bring you down. These days use to be a very rare occasion for me, meaning before this particular day, it had never happened. This day, is the day everything changed for me, because on this day I met the one person I wanted to spend the rest of my life with.
I've always considered myself average. Standing at five feet six inches, I'm not tall but I'm not exactly short either. Average. I have brown eyes, the most common color. I'm what you would probably consider to be one of those 'skinny emo freaks'; wearing mostly jeans, band tees, and converse. How original. And finally, I have very long, very straight, very dark brown hair. Nothing about me says that I'm anything but average
Today however, filled with a new found self confidence, I walk into this hell on earth called high school feeling ready to face my first day as a senior; and feeling maybe a tiny bit above average. I am not going to let this place get me down this year, I just won't allow it.
Walking towards my usual place before school starts, I'm in my own little world focusing on reaching my friends and praying that this year I can escape the verbal assaults that I usually receive for being a so called 'freak.' See my group is categorized as the non popular band kids. I know what you're thinking, popular band kids? But in our school it's true considering the band is the only organization that seems to be any good here.
As I was saying though, my group consists of the unpopular band kids, also known as 'those weird emo looking kids.' I mean really, just because we dress differently doesn't mean anything. But I won't go there because it will only irritate me and I'm in a surprisingly good mood that I don't want to ruin.
Luckily, I have somehow made it past the jocks and I'm relieved to get by with out being noticed. Maybe this could be a good year after all...
Oh holy mother of God! I think I just ran into a pole or something. I guess my luck hasn't changed that much.
Wait, why am I no longer vertical?
Oh great, now I see the problem. I was too wrapped up in my own thoughts to realize someone walking towards me and of course with my luck I knocked him over. To make matters worse I fell on top of him and for some reason I can't make myself get off of him.
Well maybe the fact that he is insanely cute and has the most amazing brown eyes I have ever seen might have something to do with it.
It seems like an eternity has passed and I'm still on top of him, just staring.
"Um, do you think you could maybe get off of me?"
I was snapped out of my daze by his voice. Oh god, I'm such an idiot.
"Oh...yeah. Uh, sorry...I..." I was muttering and trying to get up. Seriously, how do you apologize for something like this? Trust me, it's awkward.
Finally on my feet, I reached out my hand to help him up. He just looked at me for a few seconds before taking my offered hand and getting to his feet.
Now that he is standing I have a full view of him. He is a few inches taller than me, rather skinny if you ask me, but hey, I have no room to talk, and he has dark hair that kind of falls across the right side of his face in a very punk-rock-ish sort of way. Huh, I wonder why I have never seen him before...
"I'm so sorry...I didn't see you." I tried to apologize but my voice was barely audible. He leaned closer to me.
"What? I can't hear a word you're saying"
Oh great, that was something I heard pretty much daily.
Speaking louder now "I said I was sorry, I didn't see you."
"It's not a problem. You can knock me off my feet any time you want."
With that he gave me a shy smile and I couldn't help but to blush a deep shade of red. As if on cue, we both leaned forward to get our things that were scattered on the ground, and just like a scene in some corny movie, our heads collided into one another.
"Shit! That hurt" He yelled grabbing his forehead.
Even though my head was now throbbing in pain, I couldn't help but laugh...the look on his face was priceless. A mix between shock, pain, and a slight bit of humor made him look very comical.
"How is this funny?" He asked, but before I could answer he started laughing as well.
"You should have seen your face" I said as I continued to laugh.
There was a slight pause before he spoke.
"Well, now that we have shared two slightly painful experiences together, I
think I should introduce myself...My name is Brendon."
He extended his hand and bent forward slightly as if bowing. I giggled and did a small curtsy before taking his hand. Really, a curtsy?
Anyways... "I'm Kadence."
Without warning he pulled my hand to his lips and lightly kissed it.
"Nice to meet you Kadence, Hopefully I'll be seeing you around."
With that he grabbed his stuff and walked away.
Still in a daze about what just took place I grabbed my stuff and continued towards my friends hoping that indeed I would be seeing him again.
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Raising my head off of my desk, I curse myself as I wipe away the tear that was rolling down my cheek. Lately every time I have actually been able to fall asleep I wake up crying...I can't even escape the memories of him when I'm asleep.
Reaching over, I grab a bottle of aspirin and down a handful without a second thought. This has become my routine; every time I wake up I immediately grab whatever pills are closest to me and take a small handful, not even bothering to look at what it is.
Walking over to my bed I lay down and turn on the TV.
"Fucking great..." It was on MTV and lucky me...he was on the screen. Another tear rolled down my cheek. Damn him for making me feel this way. Even though it was entirely my fault that he broke my heart I just can't bring myself to get over him.
Turning off the TV, I rolled over and willed myself to go back to sleep, praying that I could escape the dreams for once.
Within minutes I was asleep; once again dreaming about the one person I can't get out of my head.
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The first day of school is quite possibly the longest day ever. Sitting there hearing the same shit from every teacher and listening to what we should expect during the year...Who fucking cares?!?! I have heard it all before. But at least we only have four classes a day.
The day is only half way over and I'm ready for graduation... But this is nothing new; I have been waiting for graduation since the sixth grade. All I can do is thank god it's senior year.
Sitting outside during lunch, I faintly hear my friends around me talking about their summers and complaining about the teachers they have. Ever since this morning I have been completely zoning out. I continually replay the whole event in my head, lingering on the last thing he said to me and staring at the place on my hand where his lips had barely touched my skin. Hopefully I'll be seeing you around...Is it possible that he might actually like me, or was he just messing with me like everyone else? I have only had one guy show any interest in me beyond friendship and he was a serious creep to put it nicely.
I was snapped out of my daze when my friend Casey grabbed my shoulder. "Kadence, the bell rang. We have to go to class, like, nowish." I just shook my head, regaining my composure and headed inside behind him.
"What do you have next?" I asked Casey as we walked down the hall.
"Are you feeling alright Kae? You know we have band next."
My only response was a simple "Oh."
We continued down the hall towards the band room. I was a little nervous, I got moved up to the top band this year and it takes a lot of work to play that level of music. Well for most people that is, but that's not why I'm nervous. Ever since I got here I have been known as somewhat of a prodigy, being able to play every instrument in the percussion, all woodwind instruments and trumpet. What can I say, my parents are both musicians and I started playing at a very young age. It always bothered me that people assumed I thought I was better than them, when I'm actually very self conscious about it...hence staying in the lower bands. I had decided to let the band director choose what he wanted me to play, and I'm kind of thankful he put me in the 'percussion', he said we were going to play at least one piece that involved a lot of piano so that he could let me "show my stuff a little." I'm not one to bask in the lime light but I love the attention when I play the piano!
As we walked in, Casey ran over to our friend Kimber and they began the typical "Oh my gosh, I haven't seen you in forever,"... try a week.
I was putting my stuff down in the back and about to head towards the keyboard, which was not supposed to be touched by anyone that didn't play it, meaning me and Armstrong (the band director). My head still down as I searched for my music folder, I heard someone playing a random song on MY keyboard. This was one place where I did not hold back and I wasn't afraid to be myself, so, prepared to completely destroy this person who thought they could invade my territory, I stood up and turned to march over and put this intruder in their place. As soon as I looked up, I froze. It was HIM! Brendon was standing there playing, completely oblivious to everything around him.
Feeling that strange sense of confidence again, I walked up behind him and got close to his ear whispering "Hey there stranger."
He jumped and spun around, his abrupt movement knocking me off balance. As I stumbled back, about to fall, I felt his arm go around my waist, pulling me back towards him so that I wouldn't fall.
Regaining my composure, I looked at him, only inches from his face since he had not let go of me yet.
"So what do you think you're doing playing on my keyboard?" I asked in a sweet voice before giving him an evil glare.
"Your keyboard? I believe I was the one who held the position of keyboardist extraordinaire last year."
He smiled, knowing I couldn't argue that point.
How had I not seen him before if he was in this class last year...Oh yeah, I wasn't in this class, I was in the middle band! Stupid me.
Thinking he had won this argument he let go of my waist and turned back to the keyboard. Before he could start playing again I grabbed his arms and leaned up to once again whisper in his ear.
"Well, I guess you're not that good because you've been demoted... to the triangle."
I couldn't help but laugh as he turned around with a shocked look on his face.
"What are you talking about? I was not." OK, defensive much?
"I'm just kidding, but seriously I'm only in here because I'm supposed to be playing the piano parts."
He just stood there for a second before giving me a mischievous smile.
"I guess we'll have to fight for it."
Without warning he jumped on me, knocking me to the ground. I was in shock, this kid barely knows me...what the hell! I tried to push him off but he grabbed my arms and pinned them above my head. Of course by this point everyone in the room was staring at us.
"What are you doing? Get off of me!" I yelled, but he just laughed, not moving.
Armstrong walked out of his office at the sound of the commotion we were causing. When he saw where everyone was staring, he walked over and started laughing.
"I see you two have met!" I gave him a quizzical look. "Sorry I didn't mention it before but you two are both going to be on keyboards. I can't pass up the opportunity to have you two playing together, you're both amazing pianist and I have some ideas that will showcase each of your talents."
With that he walked to the front of the room and everyone took a seat.
Brendon didn't move, he just stared at me.
"We seem to find ourselves in this situation quite a bit." I said breaking the silence between us. As if breaking him from a trace of some sort, he looked away and let go of my arms. But he was still sitting on top of me, causing the drummers to stare at us.
"Um that was your cue to get off of me."
I tried to be polite about it but I was growing more and more self conscious with the way he was now looking at me. He continued to stare at me for a minute before he spoke.
"And what if I don't want to get off of you?"
I couldn't tell if he was joking or being serious so I just stared at him.
He continued without much notice of my silence.
"There's something about you, I haven't been able to stop thinking about you all day."
I was stunned. Did he really just say that? I couldn't speak.
He looked at me as I tried to think of something, anything to say.
A disappointed look fell over his face and he started to get up.
"Wait..."
Before I could think about what I was doing I grabbed him and pulled him toward me, bringing his gorgeous face, his perfect mouth, closer to mine.
Just as I was about to kiss him there was a very loud and intentional throat clearing that sounded like it came from right next to us.
"I hate to break this up but I have a class to teach and we're getting nowhere with everyone focusing on you two."
We both looked up to see Armstrong standing over us.
"Uh...."
He just laughed at us and walked back to the front. Brendon got up and helped me to my feet. Once we got up we tried to distance ourselves from one another. I guess I'll just have to wait until the end of class to let him know that I can't stop thinking about him either!
We spent the rest of the class glancing at each other, every time we caught each others eye he would smile and I would start blushing like crazy.
We finished class a few minutes early so Brendon and I took the opportunity to talk about what happened.
"So um, was that a mistake, you know a momentary lapse of judgment?"
He looked up from the floor, waiting for my response.
"Well, I'm not sorry that it happened..."
He just smiled and quickly said "Good, you know I felt like such an idiot when you didn't say anything..." he trailed off.
Shakily I grabbed his hand. "So just in case it wasn't clear enough before, I kind of like you..." It was my turn to trail off and stare at the floor.
"So where do we go from here?" He looked almost panic stricken as he asked.
Afraid of him not feeling the same way I did, I decided humor was my best option.
"Well, typically you go to your next class considering the bell is about to ring..."
I peeked up from the floor to see if he got that I was joking, or if he just thought I was a complete nut job. He stared at me for a second before smiling half-heartedly and letting out a small chuckle. Ok, he obviously wanted an answer that was of the non-smartass variety. But I don't think I could handle the rejection if he was going for the I like you but lets be friends route...
So I took the cowardly way out and answered him with a question instead.
"Where do you want it to go?"
He looked down and shuffled his feet, thinking of how to respond. Griping my hand tighter, he sighed before answering.
"I know we just met today and all but I really like you too and well, I was hoping you might want to go out sometime..."
I was so overwhelmed and thrilled with what he was saying I didn't listen to the rest.
I leaned up to kiss him on the check but as my luck would have it he decided to look up in the same instant; resulting in me catching his mouth mid sentence. If his mouth had actually been my intent I'm sure this would have gone horribly wrong and ended with a broken nose or something.
After a moment of shock, and neither one of us moving, he actually kissed me. His lips are quite frankly perfect and irresistible so it wasn't that hard for me to go with it. What seemed like an eternity later, less than a half minute in reality, we pulled away both with huge, goofy grins.
"So I guess you got an answer out of me after all..."
He laughed lightly. "Yeah, but if you were just going to interrupt me, why bother asking me a question in the first place?"
He flashed a gorgeous grin and I'm pretty sure my heart just stopped because...wow. I couldn't do anything but shrug. All coherent thought had vacated the premises.
"Well before we make anything official, can I ask you one question?" He was all business now.
"Of course, ask away."
It's a miracle, I can speak again. I have to admit I'm a little nervous about what he might ask but I don't care as long as I can be with him.
With an extremely serious look on his face, he crossed his arms over his chest and looked me in the eye.
"What is your favorite cookie?"
I just looked at him for a minute, trying to figure out why he would ask me such a random question. I tried matching his serious attitude but failed as I began to laugh.
"Well I would have to say snicker doodles...but you know, cherry turnovers are better than cookies."
His arms fell to his sides and he stared at me with a bewildered look on his face. I started feeling that horrible doubt that I have felt so many times before in my life. Great, he must think I'm a complete idiot now...
"No way! I can't believe you said that. That is the exact same answer I give to that question."
I just stared at him thinking he was making fun of me or something.
"Are you serious?" I asked, not sure if I believed him.
"I'll prove it." I watched him scan the room "Spencer!" he yelled and a guy I recognized as one of the drummers came over to us.
"Hey Bren, what's up?" He glanced over at me with a strange look on his face; no doubt he had seen the incident at the beginning of class.
"What do I say when someone brings up the wonderfully delicious topic of cookies?"
Spencer just looked at him for a second and shook his head.
"You always say something about snicker doodles and cherry turnovers, which are not cookies so I don't know why you bring them up."
With that he shook his head once again and walked away.
"See I told you!"
I just laughed at him. How could you not, the boy looked like a kid in a...well a cookie factory.
"That's just too weird..."
We just stood there for a second before I spoke.
"So my question isn't as entertaining, but what's you're next class?"
He grabbed a piece of paper from his back pocket, unfolded it and looked it over.
"Ugh, I have Lit."
I quickly grabbed my own schedule and looked at it just to make sure I was right before I said anything.
"ME TOO!"
He smiled but it quickly disappeared.
"Wait, who do you have it with?"
I looked back down at the paper. "Herring."
The smile instantly reappeared. "Awesome, so do I!"
A moment later the bell rang, so we grabbed our stuff and walked to class together.
As soon as we entered we grabbed seats next to each other in the back. I set my stuff down in the corner seat and told Brendon I would be right back. Leaving the room, I practically ran to the water fountain, I hadn't had anything to drink all day and I was dying!
When I got back into the classroom my heart sank. The one person I actually hated, Christy, happened to be in this class, and even worse she was now occupying the seat on the other side of Brendon...flirting with him.
I slowly made my way back to my seat; head down with a defeated expression on my face. Christy always got whoever she wanted; she was beautiful, funny, the biggest slut in the school...you know the type.
Okay so maybe that's not true, she isn't funny at all.
Nevertheless it seems Brendon is her newest victim of choice and there is no way I can compete with her.
As soon as I sat down I put my face in my hands and tried to ignore the scene playing out in my head where Brendon instantly forgets all about me and falls for the evil charms of the She Devil sitting next to him.
I honestly thought this year was going to be different, maybe even good, but all the confidence and hope I had this morning just disintegrated... How could I have been so stupid to believe Brendon had meant anything he had said to me...so stupid and gullible...
I was so wrapped up in my doubt and self pity I didn't hear Brendon trying to get my attention. When he reached over and placed his hand on my shoulder I nearly fell out of my desk.
I looked up and realized he was trying to talk to me.
"Kadence, what's wrong?"
I looked past him at the more than pissed expression on Christy's face as she glared at me. Brendon had obviously dismissed her and her whorish ways. I looked back at him and smiled.
"I just have a headache, I haven't eaten today..."
It wasn't a lie but I couldn't tell him what I had really thought.
He smiled and reached in his messenger bag pulling out a small bottle of Advil.
"Here, take these and if you want I can take you to get something to eat after school."
I took the aspirin he handed and nodded my head.
"That would be great."
The teacher started talking the usual bullshit about what she expected from us but I ignored her, smiling to myself and slightly blushing every time I noticed Brendon glance over at me. I found myself blushing quite a bit today...and it definitely was not bothering me.
Maybe, just maybe, this would be a good year after all...
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It's no wonder I avoid sleeping as much as possible. I can't take the pain of remembering all the good times we shared.
Ugh. Seriously...who in their right mind would be calling me this early? Wait, I have no idea what time is it anyway? I honestly don't care right now though. I'll deal with who ever it is later.
Or not.
I really need more sleep. Regardless of what I'll face once I wake up again.
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Notes:
So first of all I hope you enjoyed the first chapter!
I'm not sure when I'll post the next one. I'm probably going to wait and see what kind of response this gets before i decide. So if you want more, you know what to do.
Secondly, I need some help. When I write, I basically type really long, continuous paragraphs that i have to go back and separate later. Which i hate doing. So if anyone is interested, I would love some help!
That's all for now!
~K.
Normal text is in the past, starting in August of 2004.
Italic text is in the 'present', which is actually 2007.
Enjoy!
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Have you ever had one of those days when you wake up and everything goes right? You look amazing for no particular reason, you feel great and no one can bring you down. These days use to be a very rare occasion for me, meaning before this particular day, it had never happened. This day, is the day everything changed for me, because on this day I met the one person I wanted to spend the rest of my life with.
I've always considered myself average. Standing at five feet six inches, I'm not tall but I'm not exactly short either. Average. I have brown eyes, the most common color. I'm what you would probably consider to be one of those 'skinny emo freaks'; wearing mostly jeans, band tees, and converse. How original. And finally, I have very long, very straight, very dark brown hair. Nothing about me says that I'm anything but average
Today however, filled with a new found self confidence, I walk into this hell on earth called high school feeling ready to face my first day as a senior; and feeling maybe a tiny bit above average. I am not going to let this place get me down this year, I just won't allow it.
Walking towards my usual place before school starts, I'm in my own little world focusing on reaching my friends and praying that this year I can escape the verbal assaults that I usually receive for being a so called 'freak.' See my group is categorized as the non popular band kids. I know what you're thinking, popular band kids? But in our school it's true considering the band is the only organization that seems to be any good here.
As I was saying though, my group consists of the unpopular band kids, also known as 'those weird emo looking kids.' I mean really, just because we dress differently doesn't mean anything. But I won't go there because it will only irritate me and I'm in a surprisingly good mood that I don't want to ruin.
Luckily, I have somehow made it past the jocks and I'm relieved to get by with out being noticed. Maybe this could be a good year after all...
Oh holy mother of God! I think I just ran into a pole or something. I guess my luck hasn't changed that much.
Wait, why am I no longer vertical?
Oh great, now I see the problem. I was too wrapped up in my own thoughts to realize someone walking towards me and of course with my luck I knocked him over. To make matters worse I fell on top of him and for some reason I can't make myself get off of him.
Well maybe the fact that he is insanely cute and has the most amazing brown eyes I have ever seen might have something to do with it.
It seems like an eternity has passed and I'm still on top of him, just staring.
"Um, do you think you could maybe get off of me?"
I was snapped out of my daze by his voice. Oh god, I'm such an idiot.
"Oh...yeah. Uh, sorry...I..." I was muttering and trying to get up. Seriously, how do you apologize for something like this? Trust me, it's awkward.
Finally on my feet, I reached out my hand to help him up. He just looked at me for a few seconds before taking my offered hand and getting to his feet.
Now that he is standing I have a full view of him. He is a few inches taller than me, rather skinny if you ask me, but hey, I have no room to talk, and he has dark hair that kind of falls across the right side of his face in a very punk-rock-ish sort of way. Huh, I wonder why I have never seen him before...
"I'm so sorry...I didn't see you." I tried to apologize but my voice was barely audible. He leaned closer to me.
"What? I can't hear a word you're saying"
Oh great, that was something I heard pretty much daily.
Speaking louder now "I said I was sorry, I didn't see you."
"It's not a problem. You can knock me off my feet any time you want."
With that he gave me a shy smile and I couldn't help but to blush a deep shade of red. As if on cue, we both leaned forward to get our things that were scattered on the ground, and just like a scene in some corny movie, our heads collided into one another.
"Shit! That hurt" He yelled grabbing his forehead.
Even though my head was now throbbing in pain, I couldn't help but laugh...the look on his face was priceless. A mix between shock, pain, and a slight bit of humor made him look very comical.
"How is this funny?" He asked, but before I could answer he started laughing as well.
"You should have seen your face" I said as I continued to laugh.
There was a slight pause before he spoke.
"Well, now that we have shared two slightly painful experiences together, I
think I should introduce myself...My name is Brendon."
He extended his hand and bent forward slightly as if bowing. I giggled and did a small curtsy before taking his hand. Really, a curtsy?
Anyways... "I'm Kadence."
Without warning he pulled my hand to his lips and lightly kissed it.
"Nice to meet you Kadence, Hopefully I'll be seeing you around."
With that he grabbed his stuff and walked away.
Still in a daze about what just took place I grabbed my stuff and continued towards my friends hoping that indeed I would be seeing him again.
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Raising my head off of my desk, I curse myself as I wipe away the tear that was rolling down my cheek. Lately every time I have actually been able to fall asleep I wake up crying...I can't even escape the memories of him when I'm asleep.
Reaching over, I grab a bottle of aspirin and down a handful without a second thought. This has become my routine; every time I wake up I immediately grab whatever pills are closest to me and take a small handful, not even bothering to look at what it is.
Walking over to my bed I lay down and turn on the TV.
"Fucking great..." It was on MTV and lucky me...he was on the screen. Another tear rolled down my cheek. Damn him for making me feel this way. Even though it was entirely my fault that he broke my heart I just can't bring myself to get over him.
Turning off the TV, I rolled over and willed myself to go back to sleep, praying that I could escape the dreams for once.
Within minutes I was asleep; once again dreaming about the one person I can't get out of my head.
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The first day of school is quite possibly the longest day ever. Sitting there hearing the same shit from every teacher and listening to what we should expect during the year...Who fucking cares?!?! I have heard it all before. But at least we only have four classes a day.
The day is only half way over and I'm ready for graduation... But this is nothing new; I have been waiting for graduation since the sixth grade. All I can do is thank god it's senior year.
Sitting outside during lunch, I faintly hear my friends around me talking about their summers and complaining about the teachers they have. Ever since this morning I have been completely zoning out. I continually replay the whole event in my head, lingering on the last thing he said to me and staring at the place on my hand where his lips had barely touched my skin. Hopefully I'll be seeing you around...Is it possible that he might actually like me, or was he just messing with me like everyone else? I have only had one guy show any interest in me beyond friendship and he was a serious creep to put it nicely.
I was snapped out of my daze when my friend Casey grabbed my shoulder. "Kadence, the bell rang. We have to go to class, like, nowish." I just shook my head, regaining my composure and headed inside behind him.
"What do you have next?" I asked Casey as we walked down the hall.
"Are you feeling alright Kae? You know we have band next."
My only response was a simple "Oh."
We continued down the hall towards the band room. I was a little nervous, I got moved up to the top band this year and it takes a lot of work to play that level of music. Well for most people that is, but that's not why I'm nervous. Ever since I got here I have been known as somewhat of a prodigy, being able to play every instrument in the percussion, all woodwind instruments and trumpet. What can I say, my parents are both musicians and I started playing at a very young age. It always bothered me that people assumed I thought I was better than them, when I'm actually very self conscious about it...hence staying in the lower bands. I had decided to let the band director choose what he wanted me to play, and I'm kind of thankful he put me in the 'percussion', he said we were going to play at least one piece that involved a lot of piano so that he could let me "show my stuff a little." I'm not one to bask in the lime light but I love the attention when I play the piano!
As we walked in, Casey ran over to our friend Kimber and they began the typical "Oh my gosh, I haven't seen you in forever,"... try a week.
I was putting my stuff down in the back and about to head towards the keyboard, which was not supposed to be touched by anyone that didn't play it, meaning me and Armstrong (the band director). My head still down as I searched for my music folder, I heard someone playing a random song on MY keyboard. This was one place where I did not hold back and I wasn't afraid to be myself, so, prepared to completely destroy this person who thought they could invade my territory, I stood up and turned to march over and put this intruder in their place. As soon as I looked up, I froze. It was HIM! Brendon was standing there playing, completely oblivious to everything around him.
Feeling that strange sense of confidence again, I walked up behind him and got close to his ear whispering "Hey there stranger."
He jumped and spun around, his abrupt movement knocking me off balance. As I stumbled back, about to fall, I felt his arm go around my waist, pulling me back towards him so that I wouldn't fall.
Regaining my composure, I looked at him, only inches from his face since he had not let go of me yet.
"So what do you think you're doing playing on my keyboard?" I asked in a sweet voice before giving him an evil glare.
"Your keyboard? I believe I was the one who held the position of keyboardist extraordinaire last year."
He smiled, knowing I couldn't argue that point.
How had I not seen him before if he was in this class last year...Oh yeah, I wasn't in this class, I was in the middle band! Stupid me.
Thinking he had won this argument he let go of my waist and turned back to the keyboard. Before he could start playing again I grabbed his arms and leaned up to once again whisper in his ear.
"Well, I guess you're not that good because you've been demoted... to the triangle."
I couldn't help but laugh as he turned around with a shocked look on his face.
"What are you talking about? I was not." OK, defensive much?
"I'm just kidding, but seriously I'm only in here because I'm supposed to be playing the piano parts."
He just stood there for a second before giving me a mischievous smile.
"I guess we'll have to fight for it."
Without warning he jumped on me, knocking me to the ground. I was in shock, this kid barely knows me...what the hell! I tried to push him off but he grabbed my arms and pinned them above my head. Of course by this point everyone in the room was staring at us.
"What are you doing? Get off of me!" I yelled, but he just laughed, not moving.
Armstrong walked out of his office at the sound of the commotion we were causing. When he saw where everyone was staring, he walked over and started laughing.
"I see you two have met!" I gave him a quizzical look. "Sorry I didn't mention it before but you two are both going to be on keyboards. I can't pass up the opportunity to have you two playing together, you're both amazing pianist and I have some ideas that will showcase each of your talents."
With that he walked to the front of the room and everyone took a seat.
Brendon didn't move, he just stared at me.
"We seem to find ourselves in this situation quite a bit." I said breaking the silence between us. As if breaking him from a trace of some sort, he looked away and let go of my arms. But he was still sitting on top of me, causing the drummers to stare at us.
"Um that was your cue to get off of me."
I tried to be polite about it but I was growing more and more self conscious with the way he was now looking at me. He continued to stare at me for a minute before he spoke.
"And what if I don't want to get off of you?"
I couldn't tell if he was joking or being serious so I just stared at him.
He continued without much notice of my silence.
"There's something about you, I haven't been able to stop thinking about you all day."
I was stunned. Did he really just say that? I couldn't speak.
He looked at me as I tried to think of something, anything to say.
A disappointed look fell over his face and he started to get up.
"Wait..."
Before I could think about what I was doing I grabbed him and pulled him toward me, bringing his gorgeous face, his perfect mouth, closer to mine.
Just as I was about to kiss him there was a very loud and intentional throat clearing that sounded like it came from right next to us.
"I hate to break this up but I have a class to teach and we're getting nowhere with everyone focusing on you two."
We both looked up to see Armstrong standing over us.
"Uh...."
He just laughed at us and walked back to the front. Brendon got up and helped me to my feet. Once we got up we tried to distance ourselves from one another. I guess I'll just have to wait until the end of class to let him know that I can't stop thinking about him either!
We spent the rest of the class glancing at each other, every time we caught each others eye he would smile and I would start blushing like crazy.
We finished class a few minutes early so Brendon and I took the opportunity to talk about what happened.
"So um, was that a mistake, you know a momentary lapse of judgment?"
He looked up from the floor, waiting for my response.
"Well, I'm not sorry that it happened..."
He just smiled and quickly said "Good, you know I felt like such an idiot when you didn't say anything..." he trailed off.
Shakily I grabbed his hand. "So just in case it wasn't clear enough before, I kind of like you..." It was my turn to trail off and stare at the floor.
"So where do we go from here?" He looked almost panic stricken as he asked.
Afraid of him not feeling the same way I did, I decided humor was my best option.
"Well, typically you go to your next class considering the bell is about to ring..."
I peeked up from the floor to see if he got that I was joking, or if he just thought I was a complete nut job. He stared at me for a second before smiling half-heartedly and letting out a small chuckle. Ok, he obviously wanted an answer that was of the non-smartass variety. But I don't think I could handle the rejection if he was going for the I like you but lets be friends route...
So I took the cowardly way out and answered him with a question instead.
"Where do you want it to go?"
He looked down and shuffled his feet, thinking of how to respond. Griping my hand tighter, he sighed before answering.
"I know we just met today and all but I really like you too and well, I was hoping you might want to go out sometime..."
I was so overwhelmed and thrilled with what he was saying I didn't listen to the rest.
I leaned up to kiss him on the check but as my luck would have it he decided to look up in the same instant; resulting in me catching his mouth mid sentence. If his mouth had actually been my intent I'm sure this would have gone horribly wrong and ended with a broken nose or something.
After a moment of shock, and neither one of us moving, he actually kissed me. His lips are quite frankly perfect and irresistible so it wasn't that hard for me to go with it. What seemed like an eternity later, less than a half minute in reality, we pulled away both with huge, goofy grins.
"So I guess you got an answer out of me after all..."
He laughed lightly. "Yeah, but if you were just going to interrupt me, why bother asking me a question in the first place?"
He flashed a gorgeous grin and I'm pretty sure my heart just stopped because...wow. I couldn't do anything but shrug. All coherent thought had vacated the premises.
"Well before we make anything official, can I ask you one question?" He was all business now.
"Of course, ask away."
It's a miracle, I can speak again. I have to admit I'm a little nervous about what he might ask but I don't care as long as I can be with him.
With an extremely serious look on his face, he crossed his arms over his chest and looked me in the eye.
"What is your favorite cookie?"
I just looked at him for a minute, trying to figure out why he would ask me such a random question. I tried matching his serious attitude but failed as I began to laugh.
"Well I would have to say snicker doodles...but you know, cherry turnovers are better than cookies."
His arms fell to his sides and he stared at me with a bewildered look on his face. I started feeling that horrible doubt that I have felt so many times before in my life. Great, he must think I'm a complete idiot now...
"No way! I can't believe you said that. That is the exact same answer I give to that question."
I just stared at him thinking he was making fun of me or something.
"Are you serious?" I asked, not sure if I believed him.
"I'll prove it." I watched him scan the room "Spencer!" he yelled and a guy I recognized as one of the drummers came over to us.
"Hey Bren, what's up?" He glanced over at me with a strange look on his face; no doubt he had seen the incident at the beginning of class.
"What do I say when someone brings up the wonderfully delicious topic of cookies?"
Spencer just looked at him for a second and shook his head.
"You always say something about snicker doodles and cherry turnovers, which are not cookies so I don't know why you bring them up."
With that he shook his head once again and walked away.
"See I told you!"
I just laughed at him. How could you not, the boy looked like a kid in a...well a cookie factory.
"That's just too weird..."
We just stood there for a second before I spoke.
"So my question isn't as entertaining, but what's you're next class?"
He grabbed a piece of paper from his back pocket, unfolded it and looked it over.
"Ugh, I have Lit."
I quickly grabbed my own schedule and looked at it just to make sure I was right before I said anything.
"ME TOO!"
He smiled but it quickly disappeared.
"Wait, who do you have it with?"
I looked back down at the paper. "Herring."
The smile instantly reappeared. "Awesome, so do I!"
A moment later the bell rang, so we grabbed our stuff and walked to class together.
As soon as we entered we grabbed seats next to each other in the back. I set my stuff down in the corner seat and told Brendon I would be right back. Leaving the room, I practically ran to the water fountain, I hadn't had anything to drink all day and I was dying!
When I got back into the classroom my heart sank. The one person I actually hated, Christy, happened to be in this class, and even worse she was now occupying the seat on the other side of Brendon...flirting with him.
I slowly made my way back to my seat; head down with a defeated expression on my face. Christy always got whoever she wanted; she was beautiful, funny, the biggest slut in the school...you know the type.
Okay so maybe that's not true, she isn't funny at all.
Nevertheless it seems Brendon is her newest victim of choice and there is no way I can compete with her.
As soon as I sat down I put my face in my hands and tried to ignore the scene playing out in my head where Brendon instantly forgets all about me and falls for the evil charms of the She Devil sitting next to him.
I honestly thought this year was going to be different, maybe even good, but all the confidence and hope I had this morning just disintegrated... How could I have been so stupid to believe Brendon had meant anything he had said to me...so stupid and gullible...
I was so wrapped up in my doubt and self pity I didn't hear Brendon trying to get my attention. When he reached over and placed his hand on my shoulder I nearly fell out of my desk.
I looked up and realized he was trying to talk to me.
"Kadence, what's wrong?"
I looked past him at the more than pissed expression on Christy's face as she glared at me. Brendon had obviously dismissed her and her whorish ways. I looked back at him and smiled.
"I just have a headache, I haven't eaten today..."
It wasn't a lie but I couldn't tell him what I had really thought.
He smiled and reached in his messenger bag pulling out a small bottle of Advil.
"Here, take these and if you want I can take you to get something to eat after school."
I took the aspirin he handed and nodded my head.
"That would be great."
The teacher started talking the usual bullshit about what she expected from us but I ignored her, smiling to myself and slightly blushing every time I noticed Brendon glance over at me. I found myself blushing quite a bit today...and it definitely was not bothering me.
Maybe, just maybe, this would be a good year after all...
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It's no wonder I avoid sleeping as much as possible. I can't take the pain of remembering all the good times we shared.
Ugh. Seriously...who in their right mind would be calling me this early? Wait, I have no idea what time is it anyway? I honestly don't care right now though. I'll deal with who ever it is later.
Or not.
I really need more sleep. Regardless of what I'll face once I wake up again.
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Notes:
So first of all I hope you enjoyed the first chapter!
I'm not sure when I'll post the next one. I'm probably going to wait and see what kind of response this gets before i decide. So if you want more, you know what to do.
Secondly, I need some help. When I write, I basically type really long, continuous paragraphs that i have to go back and separate later. Which i hate doing. So if anyone is interested, I would love some help!
That's all for now!
~K.
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