Categories > Celebrities > Panic! At The Disco > His Biggest Fan[tasy]
Over the next few weeks that followed, Evelyn kept in contact with the guys through Brendon, mostly by email or instant message, but occasionally by phone.
She found Brendon to be a pleasant distraction in the early hours of the morning when she found it hard to sleep, and he seemed to feel the same judging by the afternoons and early evenings they spent conversing.
The night they had shared together wasn't spoken about, and as a strong friendship forged between them, it became a memory Evelyn savoured but deep inside her she believed it would never happen again.
As much as it made a tiny region of her heart ache, she accepted it and promised herself she wouldn't dwell on it overly much; she had made a wonderful friend, and that was enough for her.
She had never brought up the note either, or the little PS written hurriedly on the bottom.
The one-off was easily enough forgotten, as long as there were no complications. And as the weeks flew by, a nagging part of Evelyn suspected that there was something left over from that night that could change her life as she knew it.
*
It all came to a head one very early morning before dawn while she was chatting on the phone with the guys but mainly Brendon as the rest one by one fell asleep.
She had her phone on loudspeaker and it rested on her pillow. Evelyn was lying on her stomach, her head resting on her crossed arms as she spoke humourously about the many reasons why Australia was better than America, when suddenly a cold shiver shot down her spine, followed by the urge to vomit. She gagged mid-sentence, and she had to sit up and take a few deep breaths until the stronger urge had subsided.
"Hey, Ev? You okay?" Brendon's voice floated to her. Evelyn nodded, then realised he couldn't see her.
"Yeah, I'll be right. My guts are churning a bit." She let out a sigh. The feeling in her stomach just wouldn't go away.
"Ah okay. Well hey - you go to bed okay and I'll talk with you later." Brendon's voice was soft and cajoling.
"Yeah, I guess I should. All these late nights have been making me really buggered. And I fully blame you," Evelyn teased softly, picking up the phone, turning of loudspeaker and pressing it to her ear.
"Oh! Oh! What!? ME!? I don't think so, missy," Brendon returned, his voice raising feigning offence. Evelyn chuckled. She heard Spencer tell Brendon to shut the hell up and go to bed, making her chuckle turn into a rolling laughter.
"We should hang up," Brendon said quietly, reluctantly.
"We should," Evelyn agreed.
"Goodnight Ev."
"Good morning Brendon."
She found Brendon to be a pleasant distraction in the early hours of the morning when she found it hard to sleep, and he seemed to feel the same judging by the afternoons and early evenings they spent conversing.
The night they had shared together wasn't spoken about, and as a strong friendship forged between them, it became a memory Evelyn savoured but deep inside her she believed it would never happen again.
As much as it made a tiny region of her heart ache, she accepted it and promised herself she wouldn't dwell on it overly much; she had made a wonderful friend, and that was enough for her.
She had never brought up the note either, or the little PS written hurriedly on the bottom.
The one-off was easily enough forgotten, as long as there were no complications. And as the weeks flew by, a nagging part of Evelyn suspected that there was something left over from that night that could change her life as she knew it.
*
It all came to a head one very early morning before dawn while she was chatting on the phone with the guys but mainly Brendon as the rest one by one fell asleep.
She had her phone on loudspeaker and it rested on her pillow. Evelyn was lying on her stomach, her head resting on her crossed arms as she spoke humourously about the many reasons why Australia was better than America, when suddenly a cold shiver shot down her spine, followed by the urge to vomit. She gagged mid-sentence, and she had to sit up and take a few deep breaths until the stronger urge had subsided.
"Hey, Ev? You okay?" Brendon's voice floated to her. Evelyn nodded, then realised he couldn't see her.
"Yeah, I'll be right. My guts are churning a bit." She let out a sigh. The feeling in her stomach just wouldn't go away.
"Ah okay. Well hey - you go to bed okay and I'll talk with you later." Brendon's voice was soft and cajoling.
"Yeah, I guess I should. All these late nights have been making me really buggered. And I fully blame you," Evelyn teased softly, picking up the phone, turning of loudspeaker and pressing it to her ear.
"Oh! Oh! What!? ME!? I don't think so, missy," Brendon returned, his voice raising feigning offence. Evelyn chuckled. She heard Spencer tell Brendon to shut the hell up and go to bed, making her chuckle turn into a rolling laughter.
"We should hang up," Brendon said quietly, reluctantly.
"We should," Evelyn agreed.
"Goodnight Ev."
"Good morning Brendon."
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