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“Margot, honey.” Donna Miner knocked lightly on her daughter’s bedroom door, speaking in a quiet voice similar to what one uses when talking to a hospital patient. Her daughter had been acting strangely since getting home from school that day, and she was wondering what could be wrong.
“Yeah, Mom,” Margot said quietly. Her mother still heard, though, and walked in, closing the door behind herself and sitting at the foot of Margot’s bed. Margot was curled under the covers, staring at the wall that her bed was up against.
“Honey, what’s wrong? You’ve been in such a foul mood since you got home from school.” She reached out and rubbed her daughter’s back, wondering if it was what she thought it was.
“Nothing, really. It’s just…Spencer got in a fight today, is all, and he got suspended for a week.” Well…that was part of it. Spencer had gotten into a fight, and the fight was what had upset her…
“Spencer? Fight? He doesn’t seem like he could hurt a fly. Who did he fight?”
“Brendon,” Margot mumbled, burying her head farther into her pillow. Yes, that was the part that really upset her: Brendon. Everything about Brendon right now. She was used to reacting to his teasing and taunting, but when he was trying so desperately to win her heart, she was just as clueless as could be.
“Ah. I was wondering when they would have at it. A little sooner than I thought, but then again, Brendon’s never been one for mincing words.”
“What are you talking about? Why would you think that Brendon would fight Spencer?”
“Honey, when you started dating another boy, of course Brendon was bound to get upset.”
“Why would you think that?”
“Do I have to spell it out for you, Margot? You and Brendon have obviously got the hots for each other. It doesn’t take a genius to figure it out after sixteen years.” With no further explanation, Margot’s mother stood and left the room, closing the door behind herself and leaving her daughter to her thoughts. But Margot wasn’t the only one doing a lot of thinking that night…
“Fuck,” Brendon murmured, staring up at his ceiling. He’d been laying like this in bed for a few hours already, he wasn’t sure exactly how long. His thoughts seemed to be flocking around in one endless circle, coming back to the same points over and over, and revealing nothing new. Margot was dating Spencer, but Spencer was all wrong for Margot; and Brendon had had to show Margot that he was willing to fight for her, so he had done so; and now, both boys were suspended and Margot was angry with him, but not with Spencer, as she was still dating Spencer; but he was so wrong for Margot…
He groaned and gave up. Brendon needed to talk to Margot, but he couldn’t do so without leaving his house, and he was grounded. Brendon thought for a moment, wondering how he could get a hold of Margot.
Finally, he heaved himself out of bed, opening the door to his bedroom very quietly, so as not to disturb his parents. He padded down the hall to the bathroom, which just happened to be right across the lawn from Margot’s bedroom. The only problem? The only way to see into Margot’s bedroom was to stand on the ledge of the bathtub and squeeze his head through the tiny window in the shower. How was he to attract her attention? Brendon solved his problem by chucking a bar of soap at the girl’s window, hearing it hit with a low thud. He waited. He hoped he wasn’t waking her; it was nearly one in the morning.
After a few moments, the curtains rustled and Margot’s window slid open. She glared over at him, trying desperately not to laugh at the sight of his head popping out of the tiny window. Luckily, it was dark, and Brendon couldn’t see the corners of her mouth twitching.
“What do you want, Brendon?” she whisper-yelled, anger returning when she remembered what had happened.
“We need to talk,” Brendon whispered right back.
“About?” Margot knew perfectly well what about, and she even agreed that they did need to talk, but she figured she’d make Brendon work for it, first.
“Everything. Listen, I--Oh, this is fucking pointless. Stay right there!” he ordered, his face disappearing behind the window as he closed it. Brendon ran out of the bathroom and back to his room, clambering out his window and jumping onto a tree branch that hovered a few inches away. He allowed himself to drop to the ground before tearing across the lawn, headed in the direction of Margot’s bedroom window. He climbed the rope-swing hanging down from the tree outside her room, heaving himself onto her sill and dropping in through her window. When he finally stopped moving, he was panting heavily, sitting on Margot’s bed.
“What are you doing?” she whispered frantically, throwing furtive looks at her door to see if her parents had been awaken by the commotion.
“Talking,” he said through heavy breaths.
“Why did you run here?” she asked.
“The sooner I got here, the sooner I could see you…and we could talk.”
“Well, that’s very nice, but I told you: you’re too late.”
“It’s never too late, Margot.” Brendon held out his hand to her, which she took, hesitantly, and sat down beside him.
“Maybe not when you’re running after another bimbo at school, whose only aim is to say that she’s dating the Brendon Urie, but it really is too late for me, Brendon. I’m dating Spencer, and we’re happy--”
“Bullshit.” Brendon grabbed Margot’s other hand, making her look at him. “You are the farthest thing from happy, I know it, Margot. Have you heard the way he talks about you? Of course you have, because he does it when you’re standing right there. How does that not bother you?”
“It does bother me,” Margot told him quietly, looking down at her bed to avoid Brendon’s eyes.
“Then why do you let him do it?” Brendon demanded.
“You don’t understand.”
“What don’t I understand?”
“You don’t understand what it’s like to need someone to…someone to want you.”
“I want you.”
Margot smiled without humor. “You think you want me, Brendon. What would your friends say if we were walking down the halls together? Holding hands, kissing, being a couple…”
“I don’t care,” Brendon told her. “I don’t care what they’d say. What’s more, I wouldn’t be friends with them if they said anything against it.”
“You say that now, but when it comes down to me or your friends, your life, and your reputation, you’ll choose them. I don’t have to worry about that with Spencer, because we’re all each other has. It’s very…convenient.”
“These things have nothing to do with convenience, Margot. In fact, most of the time, these things are very inconvenient, but that doesn’t mean it’s not the right thing to do.”
“Love is supposed to be easy, Brendon, it’s not supposed to be work.”
“Bullshit!” Brendon stood, dropping Margot’s hands and backing away. “That is total bullshit, Margot! Nothing is easy, especially not love. If it’s easy, then it can’t be love. Like you said, you’re only with Spencer out of convenience.”
“I didn’t--that’s not--You’re putting words in my mouth!”
“Oh, really? Did you not say that it’s convenient to be dating Spencer?”
“Yes, but--but, I didn’t mean to--I mean--”
“Ha! You can’t even talk your way out of this Margot! But you’re defending it, anyway. You’re being the stubborn, hard-headed Margot; the real Margot! The Margot that you can’t be when Spencer is around, because he’s got you wrapped around his finger. How, I don’t know, but you’re fucking--”
Brendon’s words were cut off by Margot, who had stood up when he’d called her stubborn and hard-headed. As he began accusing her of being whipped by Spencer, she delivered a firm, hard slap to the face, shutting him up, momentarily.
“Be quiet, Brendon! Be quiet! You’re wrong! You don’t know anything, okay? I am--”
But neither teen found out what she was, because, at that moment, Brendon crashed his lips against hers, grabbing Margot’s face in his hands and running his fingers through her hair. After a moment’s hesitation, Margot slid her arms around Brendon’s neck, pulling their bodies closer. It was far different than any kiss that Margot had shared with Spencer, and better by far. Brendon’s mind was clouding over, unable to concentrate on anything but Margot’s soft, kissable lips beneath his. Margot’s heart soared, seemingly weightless--
Margot woke up early one morning, sunlight pouring in through the window beside her bed and setting her face aglow with golden light. She yawned, sitting up and stretching, trying to remember the dream she’d just had. A very strange dream it had been, too: she dreamed that she had gone on a road-trip with the boy that used to live next door to her, Brendon. She’d been having this dream a lot lately…
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I'm baaaaaaaack! You guys asked me to publish the second I got back, and I have! I wrote this while I was in Arkansas on my iTouch, and then, when I got near civilization and wi-fi, I emailed it to myself so I could put it on my computer when I got back, edit it speedy-quick, and upload it to you loverly readers. Oh, I'm so happy to see all your smiling young faces! I feel like a junkie that's just getting his fix after a looooong period of withdrawal. Oh, does it feel good. I actually got four new chapters done in Arkansas, all on my little iTouch, haha. I still have to get them up on my computer and edit/change/proof-read them, but I promise to upload ASAP. How about we have a deal? If I get...10 comments in 24 hours, I'll upload again this same time tomorrow, sooner if we hit 10 sooner. Sound good? Good. So...go comment! Subscribe, if you haven't! I love you all, and am glad to be back. OverAndOutxx
“Yeah, Mom,” Margot said quietly. Her mother still heard, though, and walked in, closing the door behind herself and sitting at the foot of Margot’s bed. Margot was curled under the covers, staring at the wall that her bed was up against.
“Honey, what’s wrong? You’ve been in such a foul mood since you got home from school.” She reached out and rubbed her daughter’s back, wondering if it was what she thought it was.
“Nothing, really. It’s just…Spencer got in a fight today, is all, and he got suspended for a week.” Well…that was part of it. Spencer had gotten into a fight, and the fight was what had upset her…
“Spencer? Fight? He doesn’t seem like he could hurt a fly. Who did he fight?”
“Brendon,” Margot mumbled, burying her head farther into her pillow. Yes, that was the part that really upset her: Brendon. Everything about Brendon right now. She was used to reacting to his teasing and taunting, but when he was trying so desperately to win her heart, she was just as clueless as could be.
“Ah. I was wondering when they would have at it. A little sooner than I thought, but then again, Brendon’s never been one for mincing words.”
“What are you talking about? Why would you think that Brendon would fight Spencer?”
“Honey, when you started dating another boy, of course Brendon was bound to get upset.”
“Why would you think that?”
“Do I have to spell it out for you, Margot? You and Brendon have obviously got the hots for each other. It doesn’t take a genius to figure it out after sixteen years.” With no further explanation, Margot’s mother stood and left the room, closing the door behind herself and leaving her daughter to her thoughts. But Margot wasn’t the only one doing a lot of thinking that night…
“Fuck,” Brendon murmured, staring up at his ceiling. He’d been laying like this in bed for a few hours already, he wasn’t sure exactly how long. His thoughts seemed to be flocking around in one endless circle, coming back to the same points over and over, and revealing nothing new. Margot was dating Spencer, but Spencer was all wrong for Margot; and Brendon had had to show Margot that he was willing to fight for her, so he had done so; and now, both boys were suspended and Margot was angry with him, but not with Spencer, as she was still dating Spencer; but he was so wrong for Margot…
He groaned and gave up. Brendon needed to talk to Margot, but he couldn’t do so without leaving his house, and he was grounded. Brendon thought for a moment, wondering how he could get a hold of Margot.
Finally, he heaved himself out of bed, opening the door to his bedroom very quietly, so as not to disturb his parents. He padded down the hall to the bathroom, which just happened to be right across the lawn from Margot’s bedroom. The only problem? The only way to see into Margot’s bedroom was to stand on the ledge of the bathtub and squeeze his head through the tiny window in the shower. How was he to attract her attention? Brendon solved his problem by chucking a bar of soap at the girl’s window, hearing it hit with a low thud. He waited. He hoped he wasn’t waking her; it was nearly one in the morning.
After a few moments, the curtains rustled and Margot’s window slid open. She glared over at him, trying desperately not to laugh at the sight of his head popping out of the tiny window. Luckily, it was dark, and Brendon couldn’t see the corners of her mouth twitching.
“What do you want, Brendon?” she whisper-yelled, anger returning when she remembered what had happened.
“We need to talk,” Brendon whispered right back.
“About?” Margot knew perfectly well what about, and she even agreed that they did need to talk, but she figured she’d make Brendon work for it, first.
“Everything. Listen, I--Oh, this is fucking pointless. Stay right there!” he ordered, his face disappearing behind the window as he closed it. Brendon ran out of the bathroom and back to his room, clambering out his window and jumping onto a tree branch that hovered a few inches away. He allowed himself to drop to the ground before tearing across the lawn, headed in the direction of Margot’s bedroom window. He climbed the rope-swing hanging down from the tree outside her room, heaving himself onto her sill and dropping in through her window. When he finally stopped moving, he was panting heavily, sitting on Margot’s bed.
“What are you doing?” she whispered frantically, throwing furtive looks at her door to see if her parents had been awaken by the commotion.
“Talking,” he said through heavy breaths.
“Why did you run here?” she asked.
“The sooner I got here, the sooner I could see you…and we could talk.”
“Well, that’s very nice, but I told you: you’re too late.”
“It’s never too late, Margot.” Brendon held out his hand to her, which she took, hesitantly, and sat down beside him.
“Maybe not when you’re running after another bimbo at school, whose only aim is to say that she’s dating the Brendon Urie, but it really is too late for me, Brendon. I’m dating Spencer, and we’re happy--”
“Bullshit.” Brendon grabbed Margot’s other hand, making her look at him. “You are the farthest thing from happy, I know it, Margot. Have you heard the way he talks about you? Of course you have, because he does it when you’re standing right there. How does that not bother you?”
“It does bother me,” Margot told him quietly, looking down at her bed to avoid Brendon’s eyes.
“Then why do you let him do it?” Brendon demanded.
“You don’t understand.”
“What don’t I understand?”
“You don’t understand what it’s like to need someone to…someone to want you.”
“I want you.”
Margot smiled without humor. “You think you want me, Brendon. What would your friends say if we were walking down the halls together? Holding hands, kissing, being a couple…”
“I don’t care,” Brendon told her. “I don’t care what they’d say. What’s more, I wouldn’t be friends with them if they said anything against it.”
“You say that now, but when it comes down to me or your friends, your life, and your reputation, you’ll choose them. I don’t have to worry about that with Spencer, because we’re all each other has. It’s very…convenient.”
“These things have nothing to do with convenience, Margot. In fact, most of the time, these things are very inconvenient, but that doesn’t mean it’s not the right thing to do.”
“Love is supposed to be easy, Brendon, it’s not supposed to be work.”
“Bullshit!” Brendon stood, dropping Margot’s hands and backing away. “That is total bullshit, Margot! Nothing is easy, especially not love. If it’s easy, then it can’t be love. Like you said, you’re only with Spencer out of convenience.”
“I didn’t--that’s not--You’re putting words in my mouth!”
“Oh, really? Did you not say that it’s convenient to be dating Spencer?”
“Yes, but--but, I didn’t mean to--I mean--”
“Ha! You can’t even talk your way out of this Margot! But you’re defending it, anyway. You’re being the stubborn, hard-headed Margot; the real Margot! The Margot that you can’t be when Spencer is around, because he’s got you wrapped around his finger. How, I don’t know, but you’re fucking--”
Brendon’s words were cut off by Margot, who had stood up when he’d called her stubborn and hard-headed. As he began accusing her of being whipped by Spencer, she delivered a firm, hard slap to the face, shutting him up, momentarily.
“Be quiet, Brendon! Be quiet! You’re wrong! You don’t know anything, okay? I am--”
But neither teen found out what she was, because, at that moment, Brendon crashed his lips against hers, grabbing Margot’s face in his hands and running his fingers through her hair. After a moment’s hesitation, Margot slid her arms around Brendon’s neck, pulling their bodies closer. It was far different than any kiss that Margot had shared with Spencer, and better by far. Brendon’s mind was clouding over, unable to concentrate on anything but Margot’s soft, kissable lips beneath his. Margot’s heart soared, seemingly weightless--
Margot woke up early one morning, sunlight pouring in through the window beside her bed and setting her face aglow with golden light. She yawned, sitting up and stretching, trying to remember the dream she’d just had. A very strange dream it had been, too: she dreamed that she had gone on a road-trip with the boy that used to live next door to her, Brendon. She’d been having this dream a lot lately…
...O.O
DON'T KILL ME!
I'm baaaaaaaack! You guys asked me to publish the second I got back, and I have! I wrote this while I was in Arkansas on my iTouch, and then, when I got near civilization and wi-fi, I emailed it to myself so I could put it on my computer when I got back, edit it speedy-quick, and upload it to you loverly readers. Oh, I'm so happy to see all your smiling young faces! I feel like a junkie that's just getting his fix after a looooong period of withdrawal. Oh, does it feel good. I actually got four new chapters done in Arkansas, all on my little iTouch, haha. I still have to get them up on my computer and edit/change/proof-read them, but I promise to upload ASAP. How about we have a deal? If I get...10 comments in 24 hours, I'll upload again this same time tomorrow, sooner if we hit 10 sooner. Sound good? Good. So...go comment! Subscribe, if you haven't! I love you all, and am glad to be back. OverAndOutxx
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