Categories > Celebrities > Panic! At The Disco > A Road Called Loathing
When Margot walked back into the hotel room, Brendon was, quite obviously, in a very bad mood. He was slamming his things around the hotel room, kicking things that got in his way, and finally collapsing on the bed, grunting angrily.
“Brendon?” Margot said meekly, reminded of when they were both much younger and Brendon scared the shit out of her.
Brendon didn’t answer; he just continued to stew on the bed, staring angrily at a spot on the wall in front of him.
“Brendon?” she repeated, a bit louder and less frightened this time. “I--uh--you…” She was completely baffled as to what to say to him. I’m sorry? I didn’t mean to walk in on you while you were beating the meat? She nearly blushed just at the thought of saying that to him.
“Were you calling Spencer?” Brendon sneered, still not looking at Margot.
“Yes.”
“You just love talking to Spenny, don’t you?” Brendon sat up, his back to Margot. “Margot and Spencer. Always together, always happy with each other. Margot doesn’t need anyone but Spencer. Yeah, Spencer is all she fucking needs.”
It was at this time that Margot took a moment to look around the room. Apparently, in the hour or so she’d been on the phone with Spencer, Brendon had been able to get a hold of a bottle of what looked very much like alcohol. Rum? Scotch?
“Brendon,” Margot said, bending over and picking up the empty glass bottle. “Where did this come from?”
“The fucking buzz-fairy brought it.”
Margot tsk-ed and rolled her eyes, throwing the empty bottle in the trash. “Classy, Brendon. Real classy.”
“Don’t lecture me, Margot!” Brendon finally whipped around, and Margot saw that he was red in the face and he was crying. “You have Spencer, and Spencer has you, and I don’t have anyone!” He wailed, placing his head in his hands. Whatever it was that he’d been drinking, Margot thought to herself, it must have had a very high proof. As much as she disliked him, Margot found herself sitting on the bed beside Brendon, awkwardly slipping her arm around his shoulders.
“That’s not true. You’ve got Victoria--”
“Are you shitting me?” Brendon continued sobbing. “I fucking hate Victoria! She’s so fucking stupid! I can’t stand being around her! The only reason I’m dating her is because--because--I don’t even know!”
Against her better judgment, and probably because she knew he wouldn’t remember it in the morning anyway, Margot said, “Well…You’ve got me, Brendon.”
Instead of having the desired effect of calming him down, Brendon just began crying louder. “I’m so--so sorry for being so mean to you, Margot! Please forgive me! You forgave Spencer, you can forgive me, right?” Margot’s heart stopped. Was he talking about what she thought he was talking about? How had he found out? Margot calmed herself with the thought that it was just drunken babbling.
“It’s okay, Brendon. I do forgive you.” Margot stood and put her hand lightly on Brendon’s shoulder. “Come on, honey, how about you go to bed now? It’s late.” She wasn’t sure why she’d called him ‘honey,’ but it seemed to calm him down. He nodded, allowing Margot to tuck him into the covers of the bed. “Go to sleep, now.”
“No,” Brendon whined, grabbing Margot’s arm as she turned away. “Don’t leave me. Don’t leave me alone, Mar-Bear.”
“I--” Margot looked at Brendon, at how pathetic he looked, and she had to give in. “Fine.” Just until he falls asleep, Margot thought to herself, not wanting to wake up next to a hung-over Brendon. She slid in beneath the covers, flinching slightly when he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close. It probably would have been a long night if Margot hadn’t been so tired, and fallen quickly to sleep.
“Mmm…Victoria, you smell so good,” Brendon murmured in his sleep. It woke Margot, who gasped and jumped out of the bed. Brendon stirred, rolled over, and continued to sleep. Margot let out the air she hadn’t realized she was holding. She decided to start getting ready, since she knew it would take her longer than it would take Brendon.
By the time she was putting on her makeup, Brendon had heaved himself out of bed and looked at the clock.
“Shit,” he murmured, rubbing his face with his hand and yawning. “It’s already half-past one. We’re late.” He stood up and walked over to Margot, who, again, held her breath. “What happened last night? My head hurts…”
“Well,” Margot said, breathing a sigh of relief that he didn’t remember. “I came back to the room after calling Spencer--”
“Ooh, Spenny?” Brendon sneered, letting loose another yawn.
“Yes. And you were…passed out on the bed,” Margot lied.
“Hmm…Okay. I had this weird dream that you…never mind.”
“What?” Margot pressed.
“That you were taking over the world and eating everyone, fatty.”
“Fuck you, Brendon. You eat more than I do.”
“Yeah, but I manage to stay thin. When one has a tendency to gain weight, as you do, one should really try to cut back on the calories.” He came around behind her, grabbing at her tummy and squeezing it. “See? Right there.”
Margot jumped away and snarled, “Fuck you. Get ready so we can fucking leave already, alright?” She was really starting to prefer drunk, crying Brendon to normal Brendon.
“Ooh, I seem to have touched a nerve. I’ll bet Spencer tells you he’s perfect. Doesn’t he, Margot? Doesn’t he tell you that you’re beautiful, and perfect, and he loves you just the way you are?”
“As a matter of fact, he does,” Margot smiled now, knowing that she had a one-up on Brendon that he didn’t remember. “I have him, and he has me, and who do you have?”
Brendon’s smile faltered for a moment. It quickly returned, though not as broad as before. “I have Victoria.”
“You hate Victoria,” Margot said quietly, wondering if this was how Brendon felt whenever he was fucking with her mind and knew he was really getting to her. Patches of red were showing up on Brendon’s face, and he swallowed thickly. “You don’t even like Victoria at all. You don’t even know why you’re dating her.”
“That’s not--” Brendon began meekly.
“You’re alone,” Margot told him firmly, holding eye contact with him for an extended period of time.
“You--You’re such a fucking bitch, Margot. You really are.” Brendon walked into the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind him so that he could change. Margot tried to keep smiling despite the fact that a small mite of guilt was nipping at her insides.
It was a silent walk to the mechanic’s, where they were informed that the car was running better than ever, and should be perfect all the way to California and back.
“Brendon,” After an hour of pure silence, unbroken by even the radio, Margot decided it was time for her to be the bigger--er, better person. “I’m sorry for what I said to you before.”
“I don’t want to hear it, Margot. To be perfectly honest, I know that you meant every word that you said. And another thing: I may do a lot of shit that annoys you, and I may even bring you to tears, but I know something that would flip you on your ass, alright? And it’s because I know where the line is drawn that I don’t tell you. Some things are better left unsaid.”
“Oh, please!” Margot yelled, looking at Brendon with a look of pure disgust and nothing more than blind hatred. “Some things are better left unsaid? This is coming from you? You are the biggest bull-shitter I’ve ever met, Brendon. Get off your high-fucking-horse and look around you every once in a while. I can’t imagine that there’s anything that you think would hurt me that you wouldn’t have told me a long time ago! And you know what? I know something that would hurt you. You know how I know? Because you weren’t passed out when I got back last night. You did some babbling before falling asleep.”
Brendon’s mouth hung open and he stared at Margot, shocked. “What did I say?”
“No! Fuck you, Brendon! Fuck you! I’ll let you consider what might have been heavy on your mind last night, and draw your own conclusions!” Margot sat back in her seat then, crossing her arms and stewing in her anger.
Brendon tried to even out his breathing, sighing heavily before continuing in a calmer voice. “Look, I’m sorry I called you fat, Margot. There. Are you happy? You wanna tell me what I said last night?”
Margot didn’t answer, choosing to ignore Brendon and let him torture himself with what kind of information he might have disclosed. Which is exactly what he did.
For the next hour, Brendon was on auto-pilot, his mind completely not on driving. He was thinking about what might have happened last night after Margot had…walked in on him.
He didn’t even really know why he’d said her name. He hadn’t really been thinking of her. It was just…towards the end, her face just happened to pop into his mind, and he couldn’t help himself. He had been stressed out by the whole situation that followed that he’d gotten a bottle of scotch from the mini-bar, the lock of which wasn’t difficult to pick with one of Margot’s bobby pins. The last thing he remembered was noticing, vaguely, that the bottle was already half-empty.
And then he began wondering: what had he said? Brendon’s stomach churned unpleasantly every time he thought of what he might have said. And what could hurt him? What did Margot know? The only thing he could think of that could really hurt him would be if…she and Spencer were secretly dating, or something--
No! Brendon smacked himself in the head absently, earning a weird look from Margot, which he didn’t notice. He hadn’t meant to think that. In fact, he hadn’t thought that; the thought of Spencer and Margot in a relationship had just popped into his mind for a split-second, causing him stomach to churn once more. What was wrong with him?
Whatever it was, he hoped it would go away soon.
Comment+Rate+Subscribe, por favor! Los besos y los abrazos! OverAndOutxx
“Brendon?” Margot said meekly, reminded of when they were both much younger and Brendon scared the shit out of her.
Brendon didn’t answer; he just continued to stew on the bed, staring angrily at a spot on the wall in front of him.
“Brendon?” she repeated, a bit louder and less frightened this time. “I--uh--you…” She was completely baffled as to what to say to him. I’m sorry? I didn’t mean to walk in on you while you were beating the meat? She nearly blushed just at the thought of saying that to him.
“Were you calling Spencer?” Brendon sneered, still not looking at Margot.
“Yes.”
“You just love talking to Spenny, don’t you?” Brendon sat up, his back to Margot. “Margot and Spencer. Always together, always happy with each other. Margot doesn’t need anyone but Spencer. Yeah, Spencer is all she fucking needs.”
It was at this time that Margot took a moment to look around the room. Apparently, in the hour or so she’d been on the phone with Spencer, Brendon had been able to get a hold of a bottle of what looked very much like alcohol. Rum? Scotch?
“Brendon,” Margot said, bending over and picking up the empty glass bottle. “Where did this come from?”
“The fucking buzz-fairy brought it.”
Margot tsk-ed and rolled her eyes, throwing the empty bottle in the trash. “Classy, Brendon. Real classy.”
“Don’t lecture me, Margot!” Brendon finally whipped around, and Margot saw that he was red in the face and he was crying. “You have Spencer, and Spencer has you, and I don’t have anyone!” He wailed, placing his head in his hands. Whatever it was that he’d been drinking, Margot thought to herself, it must have had a very high proof. As much as she disliked him, Margot found herself sitting on the bed beside Brendon, awkwardly slipping her arm around his shoulders.
“That’s not true. You’ve got Victoria--”
“Are you shitting me?” Brendon continued sobbing. “I fucking hate Victoria! She’s so fucking stupid! I can’t stand being around her! The only reason I’m dating her is because--because--I don’t even know!”
Against her better judgment, and probably because she knew he wouldn’t remember it in the morning anyway, Margot said, “Well…You’ve got me, Brendon.”
Instead of having the desired effect of calming him down, Brendon just began crying louder. “I’m so--so sorry for being so mean to you, Margot! Please forgive me! You forgave Spencer, you can forgive me, right?” Margot’s heart stopped. Was he talking about what she thought he was talking about? How had he found out? Margot calmed herself with the thought that it was just drunken babbling.
“It’s okay, Brendon. I do forgive you.” Margot stood and put her hand lightly on Brendon’s shoulder. “Come on, honey, how about you go to bed now? It’s late.” She wasn’t sure why she’d called him ‘honey,’ but it seemed to calm him down. He nodded, allowing Margot to tuck him into the covers of the bed. “Go to sleep, now.”
“No,” Brendon whined, grabbing Margot’s arm as she turned away. “Don’t leave me. Don’t leave me alone, Mar-Bear.”
“I--” Margot looked at Brendon, at how pathetic he looked, and she had to give in. “Fine.” Just until he falls asleep, Margot thought to herself, not wanting to wake up next to a hung-over Brendon. She slid in beneath the covers, flinching slightly when he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close. It probably would have been a long night if Margot hadn’t been so tired, and fallen quickly to sleep.
“Mmm…Victoria, you smell so good,” Brendon murmured in his sleep. It woke Margot, who gasped and jumped out of the bed. Brendon stirred, rolled over, and continued to sleep. Margot let out the air she hadn’t realized she was holding. She decided to start getting ready, since she knew it would take her longer than it would take Brendon.
By the time she was putting on her makeup, Brendon had heaved himself out of bed and looked at the clock.
“Shit,” he murmured, rubbing his face with his hand and yawning. “It’s already half-past one. We’re late.” He stood up and walked over to Margot, who, again, held her breath. “What happened last night? My head hurts…”
“Well,” Margot said, breathing a sigh of relief that he didn’t remember. “I came back to the room after calling Spencer--”
“Ooh, Spenny?” Brendon sneered, letting loose another yawn.
“Yes. And you were…passed out on the bed,” Margot lied.
“Hmm…Okay. I had this weird dream that you…never mind.”
“What?” Margot pressed.
“That you were taking over the world and eating everyone, fatty.”
“Fuck you, Brendon. You eat more than I do.”
“Yeah, but I manage to stay thin. When one has a tendency to gain weight, as you do, one should really try to cut back on the calories.” He came around behind her, grabbing at her tummy and squeezing it. “See? Right there.”
Margot jumped away and snarled, “Fuck you. Get ready so we can fucking leave already, alright?” She was really starting to prefer drunk, crying Brendon to normal Brendon.
“Ooh, I seem to have touched a nerve. I’ll bet Spencer tells you he’s perfect. Doesn’t he, Margot? Doesn’t he tell you that you’re beautiful, and perfect, and he loves you just the way you are?”
“As a matter of fact, he does,” Margot smiled now, knowing that she had a one-up on Brendon that he didn’t remember. “I have him, and he has me, and who do you have?”
Brendon’s smile faltered for a moment. It quickly returned, though not as broad as before. “I have Victoria.”
“You hate Victoria,” Margot said quietly, wondering if this was how Brendon felt whenever he was fucking with her mind and knew he was really getting to her. Patches of red were showing up on Brendon’s face, and he swallowed thickly. “You don’t even like Victoria at all. You don’t even know why you’re dating her.”
“That’s not--” Brendon began meekly.
“You’re alone,” Margot told him firmly, holding eye contact with him for an extended period of time.
“You--You’re such a fucking bitch, Margot. You really are.” Brendon walked into the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind him so that he could change. Margot tried to keep smiling despite the fact that a small mite of guilt was nipping at her insides.
It was a silent walk to the mechanic’s, where they were informed that the car was running better than ever, and should be perfect all the way to California and back.
“Brendon,” After an hour of pure silence, unbroken by even the radio, Margot decided it was time for her to be the bigger--er, better person. “I’m sorry for what I said to you before.”
“I don’t want to hear it, Margot. To be perfectly honest, I know that you meant every word that you said. And another thing: I may do a lot of shit that annoys you, and I may even bring you to tears, but I know something that would flip you on your ass, alright? And it’s because I know where the line is drawn that I don’t tell you. Some things are better left unsaid.”
“Oh, please!” Margot yelled, looking at Brendon with a look of pure disgust and nothing more than blind hatred. “Some things are better left unsaid? This is coming from you? You are the biggest bull-shitter I’ve ever met, Brendon. Get off your high-fucking-horse and look around you every once in a while. I can’t imagine that there’s anything that you think would hurt me that you wouldn’t have told me a long time ago! And you know what? I know something that would hurt you. You know how I know? Because you weren’t passed out when I got back last night. You did some babbling before falling asleep.”
Brendon’s mouth hung open and he stared at Margot, shocked. “What did I say?”
“No! Fuck you, Brendon! Fuck you! I’ll let you consider what might have been heavy on your mind last night, and draw your own conclusions!” Margot sat back in her seat then, crossing her arms and stewing in her anger.
Brendon tried to even out his breathing, sighing heavily before continuing in a calmer voice. “Look, I’m sorry I called you fat, Margot. There. Are you happy? You wanna tell me what I said last night?”
Margot didn’t answer, choosing to ignore Brendon and let him torture himself with what kind of information he might have disclosed. Which is exactly what he did.
For the next hour, Brendon was on auto-pilot, his mind completely not on driving. He was thinking about what might have happened last night after Margot had…walked in on him.
He didn’t even really know why he’d said her name. He hadn’t really been thinking of her. It was just…towards the end, her face just happened to pop into his mind, and he couldn’t help himself. He had been stressed out by the whole situation that followed that he’d gotten a bottle of scotch from the mini-bar, the lock of which wasn’t difficult to pick with one of Margot’s bobby pins. The last thing he remembered was noticing, vaguely, that the bottle was already half-empty.
And then he began wondering: what had he said? Brendon’s stomach churned unpleasantly every time he thought of what he might have said. And what could hurt him? What did Margot know? The only thing he could think of that could really hurt him would be if…she and Spencer were secretly dating, or something--
No! Brendon smacked himself in the head absently, earning a weird look from Margot, which he didn’t notice. He hadn’t meant to think that. In fact, he hadn’t thought that; the thought of Spencer and Margot in a relationship had just popped into his mind for a split-second, causing him stomach to churn once more. What was wrong with him?
Whatever it was, he hoped it would go away soon.
Comment+Rate+Subscribe, por favor! Los besos y los abrazos! OverAndOutxx
Sign up to rate and review this story