Categories > Celebrities > Panic! At The Disco > His Biggest Fan[tasy]
He touched down on Australian soil on a quiet Sunday afternoon. There were no more than 20 people on his flight, so remaining anonymous proved to be easier than expected.
Evelyn had promised to meet him at the airport, and as he pulled his cap a little further down to cover his face and turned up the collar on his coat, he hoped he wouldn't have to wait too long for her.
He was sitting on a wooden chair next to a plastic plant when he felt a gentle tap on his shoulder.
Preparing for a fan invasion, he took a deep breath and turned slowly.
Evelyn smiled down at him, and the relief in his eyes revealed how happy he was to see her.
"Hey," he stood, stooping low to grab his bag.
"Hey. How was the flight?" Evelyn asked conversationally as they started walking towards the exit.
"Uneventful," came the tired reply. Without even realising it, his eyes dropped and grazed over her belly. There was a modest amount of swelling beneath her white long sleeved shirt.
"I know, I'm getting fat, huh?" she teased, patting her tummy.
"Nah, not at all."
They had finally gotten to her little white car. Evelyn unlocked it and they climbed in.
"So how'd everything been thus far?" Brendon asked lightly, staring straight ahead as Evelyn drove, his fingers flicking the air conditioning vents.
"Yeah, good. I go for the ultrasound on Tuesday. Pretty psyched." Evelyn turned her face so he could see the excited glint in her eyes.
He smiled back at her, although nowhere near as excitedly.
"Cool."
"So, do the other guys know yet?" Evelyn finally asked.
"....No."
"Oh."
"Nothing personal. I promise."
"Sure." Evelyn let out a snort of indignation.
"No, really. Ev-" Brendon stopped mid-sentence, throwing his arms up in the air in frustration.
Evelyn turned into a side street and pulled to the side of the road. A silence ensued in the car, neither person wanting to speak first.
"Why are you here, anyway?" she asked forcefully, crossing her arms over her chest, her eyes sad.
Brendon forced himself to look away.
"God, I don't know. A part of me hoped you were playing a joke on me or something.
I just.. had to see you for myself."
"And..?"
"And... it's all a bit full on. Evelyn, I’m trying okay.”
Evelyn let out a deep sigh. “I told you…” she whispered to herself, doing a shoulder check to turn back onto the street.
Brendon heard her mournful whisper, but stared out the window bleakly, not letting on that he did.
*
Fifteen minutes later, Evelyn pulled into the garage of her little townhouse set at the back of a 10-block complex.
“Cool place,” Brendon said, looking around. He set his bags down beside the couch.
“Thanks. It was my grandma’s. She left it to me when she died.” Evelyn looked around her home objectively. The modest furnishings were her grandma’s and were bordering on 30 years old, however they looked as though they were bought yesterday.
All the colourings were complimentary - cream and whites with dark wood accents - right through the lounge room, kitchen and dining. Being a townhouse, they were basically merged into one room, with a small bathroom set off to one side.
“Grandma had exceptional taste,” he remarked, running his hands over the smooth wood and fabric of the couch in appreciation.
“Indeed. Come on, I’ll show you around.”
Grabbing his hand, Evelyn led him round the kitchen and lounge, showing him where to find everything, then led him upstairs to show him his room, which was right next to hers and the upstairs bathroom. There was a third bedroom up the end of the narrow hall, which Brendon supposed would be the baby’s room. She didn’t show him in there though.
Considering the size of the townhouse the bedroom was pretty spacious, and he commented as such.
“Yeah, Grandma had the place renovated a bit. She didn’t like feeling cramped up, think she was a bit of a claustrophobe.” Evelyn let out a low chuckle. Brendon didn’t know what to say, so he just nodded.
They headed back downstairs where they both ended up on the couch in front of the TV, both of them exhausted, but for different reasons.
Evelyn was the first to succumb to sleep, her legs tucked underneath her with her head resting on the arm of the chair.
Her arm was draped protectively over her belly almost instinctively, it appeared to an observing Brendon.
His eyes lingered on the mound of flesh beneath her hand for longer than he cared to admit, for reasons he wasn’t to sure of. He stared so hard for so long, it appeared as though Evelyn’s skin was moving beneath her hand. He blinked, then blinked again.
“No way..”
He watched as subconsciously Evelyn gently rubbed the exact spot where he’s seen the thin cotton shirt rising and writhing, and even in her sleep he could see the obvious bond she had with the unborn child.
He turned his curious eyes away, forcing them back to the TV, but he couldn’t get the images out of his mind. This was all real - too real - and come another few months, the little being in her belly was going to be born and would be in need of parents.
“Why so glum?” Evelyn mumbled some twenty minutes later, sitting upright in the chair and stretching her legs out.
“Not glum. Tired,” Brendon corrected, painting a smile on his face.
“Whatever you say amigo,” Evelyn said lightly. “I’m hungry. Time for dinner, me thinks,” Evelyn pushed herself up from the chair, and with a grunt fell back. She rolled her eyes at herself, making Brendon grin cheekily.
“Want a hand?” Brendon asked, rising to his feet and holding out his hand.
“Sure… thanks.” Evelyn was heaved to her feet. His hand lingered on hers for a moment longer than necessary.
“And there’s still another 4 months to go,” she murmured, pulling down her shirt. Without waiting for a comment from Brendon, she turned and ventured to the kitchen, rummaging through the fridge and cupboards for something quick and easy for dinner.
They sat in silence across from each other at the table, making short work of the tomato and cheese toasted sandwiches Evelyn had made.
Evelyn noted with some displeasure that everything had been awkward from the moment he’d arrived.
Phone conversations between them had remained the same after the initial shock wore off, but somehow Brendon had back peddled, and now was back to the shock stage.
She knew she was big for a little over 5 months - even her doctor was impressed at the rate her belly grew.
She had felt movements from just over 3 months and had watched them from 4, which also stunned her doctor. The thought of twins had come up numerous times, but Evelyn scoffed at the idea. The ultrasound in a few days would prove her right. She hoped Brendon could handle coming with her. At the moment he could barely look below her shoulders without staring in horror.
“So when do you head back,” Evelyn asked to get the conversation going.
Brendon had been deep in thought it seemed, as he looked up confused.
“Back where?” he looked suspicious
“Uh, to the States..” Evelyn chuckled.
“Oh, right. Umm, Ryan’s going to call me. On your phone.”
“So he knows where you are then? Didn’t they find that a bit suspicious?” Evelyn’s eyebrow rose.
“Well, no.. not really. I mean, after what happened last time we were together…” he trailed off, his face paling as Evelyn’s grew hotter.
“They think you’re here on a…booty call!” Evelyn blanched. “What the hell is wrong with you?” she fumed.
“I never said that, in fact I tried to tell them the opposite. But you know what Jon and Spence are like when they get going…”
“I can’t believe this, they pretty much think I’m your little Aussie slut, which is so far from the truth its laughable. And the only reason they believe that is because you are too gutless to tell them you knocked me up!” She stared at him accusingly for a moment, waiting for a response. Silence greeted her, but it came with a pained look that swept across Brendon’s face.
Evelyn rose from the table, waddling angrily up the stairway to her room.
Brendon cringed when her bedroom door slammed.
Evelyn had promised to meet him at the airport, and as he pulled his cap a little further down to cover his face and turned up the collar on his coat, he hoped he wouldn't have to wait too long for her.
He was sitting on a wooden chair next to a plastic plant when he felt a gentle tap on his shoulder.
Preparing for a fan invasion, he took a deep breath and turned slowly.
Evelyn smiled down at him, and the relief in his eyes revealed how happy he was to see her.
"Hey," he stood, stooping low to grab his bag.
"Hey. How was the flight?" Evelyn asked conversationally as they started walking towards the exit.
"Uneventful," came the tired reply. Without even realising it, his eyes dropped and grazed over her belly. There was a modest amount of swelling beneath her white long sleeved shirt.
"I know, I'm getting fat, huh?" she teased, patting her tummy.
"Nah, not at all."
They had finally gotten to her little white car. Evelyn unlocked it and they climbed in.
"So how'd everything been thus far?" Brendon asked lightly, staring straight ahead as Evelyn drove, his fingers flicking the air conditioning vents.
"Yeah, good. I go for the ultrasound on Tuesday. Pretty psyched." Evelyn turned her face so he could see the excited glint in her eyes.
He smiled back at her, although nowhere near as excitedly.
"Cool."
"So, do the other guys know yet?" Evelyn finally asked.
"....No."
"Oh."
"Nothing personal. I promise."
"Sure." Evelyn let out a snort of indignation.
"No, really. Ev-" Brendon stopped mid-sentence, throwing his arms up in the air in frustration.
Evelyn turned into a side street and pulled to the side of the road. A silence ensued in the car, neither person wanting to speak first.
"Why are you here, anyway?" she asked forcefully, crossing her arms over her chest, her eyes sad.
Brendon forced himself to look away.
"God, I don't know. A part of me hoped you were playing a joke on me or something.
I just.. had to see you for myself."
"And..?"
"And... it's all a bit full on. Evelyn, I’m trying okay.”
Evelyn let out a deep sigh. “I told you…” she whispered to herself, doing a shoulder check to turn back onto the street.
Brendon heard her mournful whisper, but stared out the window bleakly, not letting on that he did.
*
Fifteen minutes later, Evelyn pulled into the garage of her little townhouse set at the back of a 10-block complex.
“Cool place,” Brendon said, looking around. He set his bags down beside the couch.
“Thanks. It was my grandma’s. She left it to me when she died.” Evelyn looked around her home objectively. The modest furnishings were her grandma’s and were bordering on 30 years old, however they looked as though they were bought yesterday.
All the colourings were complimentary - cream and whites with dark wood accents - right through the lounge room, kitchen and dining. Being a townhouse, they were basically merged into one room, with a small bathroom set off to one side.
“Grandma had exceptional taste,” he remarked, running his hands over the smooth wood and fabric of the couch in appreciation.
“Indeed. Come on, I’ll show you around.”
Grabbing his hand, Evelyn led him round the kitchen and lounge, showing him where to find everything, then led him upstairs to show him his room, which was right next to hers and the upstairs bathroom. There was a third bedroom up the end of the narrow hall, which Brendon supposed would be the baby’s room. She didn’t show him in there though.
Considering the size of the townhouse the bedroom was pretty spacious, and he commented as such.
“Yeah, Grandma had the place renovated a bit. She didn’t like feeling cramped up, think she was a bit of a claustrophobe.” Evelyn let out a low chuckle. Brendon didn’t know what to say, so he just nodded.
They headed back downstairs where they both ended up on the couch in front of the TV, both of them exhausted, but for different reasons.
Evelyn was the first to succumb to sleep, her legs tucked underneath her with her head resting on the arm of the chair.
Her arm was draped protectively over her belly almost instinctively, it appeared to an observing Brendon.
His eyes lingered on the mound of flesh beneath her hand for longer than he cared to admit, for reasons he wasn’t to sure of. He stared so hard for so long, it appeared as though Evelyn’s skin was moving beneath her hand. He blinked, then blinked again.
“No way..”
He watched as subconsciously Evelyn gently rubbed the exact spot where he’s seen the thin cotton shirt rising and writhing, and even in her sleep he could see the obvious bond she had with the unborn child.
He turned his curious eyes away, forcing them back to the TV, but he couldn’t get the images out of his mind. This was all real - too real - and come another few months, the little being in her belly was going to be born and would be in need of parents.
“Why so glum?” Evelyn mumbled some twenty minutes later, sitting upright in the chair and stretching her legs out.
“Not glum. Tired,” Brendon corrected, painting a smile on his face.
“Whatever you say amigo,” Evelyn said lightly. “I’m hungry. Time for dinner, me thinks,” Evelyn pushed herself up from the chair, and with a grunt fell back. She rolled her eyes at herself, making Brendon grin cheekily.
“Want a hand?” Brendon asked, rising to his feet and holding out his hand.
“Sure… thanks.” Evelyn was heaved to her feet. His hand lingered on hers for a moment longer than necessary.
“And there’s still another 4 months to go,” she murmured, pulling down her shirt. Without waiting for a comment from Brendon, she turned and ventured to the kitchen, rummaging through the fridge and cupboards for something quick and easy for dinner.
They sat in silence across from each other at the table, making short work of the tomato and cheese toasted sandwiches Evelyn had made.
Evelyn noted with some displeasure that everything had been awkward from the moment he’d arrived.
Phone conversations between them had remained the same after the initial shock wore off, but somehow Brendon had back peddled, and now was back to the shock stage.
She knew she was big for a little over 5 months - even her doctor was impressed at the rate her belly grew.
She had felt movements from just over 3 months and had watched them from 4, which also stunned her doctor. The thought of twins had come up numerous times, but Evelyn scoffed at the idea. The ultrasound in a few days would prove her right. She hoped Brendon could handle coming with her. At the moment he could barely look below her shoulders without staring in horror.
“So when do you head back,” Evelyn asked to get the conversation going.
Brendon had been deep in thought it seemed, as he looked up confused.
“Back where?” he looked suspicious
“Uh, to the States..” Evelyn chuckled.
“Oh, right. Umm, Ryan’s going to call me. On your phone.”
“So he knows where you are then? Didn’t they find that a bit suspicious?” Evelyn’s eyebrow rose.
“Well, no.. not really. I mean, after what happened last time we were together…” he trailed off, his face paling as Evelyn’s grew hotter.
“They think you’re here on a…booty call!” Evelyn blanched. “What the hell is wrong with you?” she fumed.
“I never said that, in fact I tried to tell them the opposite. But you know what Jon and Spence are like when they get going…”
“I can’t believe this, they pretty much think I’m your little Aussie slut, which is so far from the truth its laughable. And the only reason they believe that is because you are too gutless to tell them you knocked me up!” She stared at him accusingly for a moment, waiting for a response. Silence greeted her, but it came with a pained look that swept across Brendon’s face.
Evelyn rose from the table, waddling angrily up the stairway to her room.
Brendon cringed when her bedroom door slammed.
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