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“Who was that?” Spencer was now plunking out random keys, not really making any music at all.
“That was my mom,” Margot told him, choosing to stand beside the piano, because she knew they’d just end up standing up from the bench to fight, anyway.
“What did she have to say?” Plunk, plink, plunk, plink…
“Our next door neighbor died last night.”
He stopped playing. “You mean…”
“Brendon’s dad,” Margot said quickly. Spencer began to play once more, this time dancing his fingers lightly across the keys to play a song that Margot didn’t know the name of.
“Oh, that’s too bad. Are you going to the funeral?”
“Yeah, it’s on Wednesday.”
“That’s kind of soon. Are you going to drive? Or fly for time?”
“Well…” Here it was: the moment of truth. Just spit it out, and get it over with. “Well, you know, since Brendon lives right near here, and he’s obviously going to the funeral, too, it just makes sense for us to drive together, so he’s going to stop here and pick me up and we’ll drive together, and then we’ll drive back together, or I’ll fly back, if that’s a better idea, but for now, that’s the plan.” Margot said this all in one long, rambling breath, and didn’t breathe again until she had finished and Spencer was replying.
“Brendon? You’re going to drive with Brendon? For two straight days? I don’t know that I like that idea, Margot…” Spencer sat back, cracking his knuckles thoughtfully.
“I know, I don’t love it, either. But my mom pulled this incredible guilt trip on me, and she’s really upset right now, and I figured, you know, whatever I can do to make her happy…” Margot wasn’t fooled by his calm composure, because she knew it was only temporary until he worked himself up to the point of an explosion.
“You driving for two straight days, with only Brendon, makes her happy?”
“I don’t know, Spencer. She asked, and I said yes. I don’t see what the big deal is.” Oops. Margot realized only after she spoke that that was the wrong thing to say.
“You don’t see what the big deal is? Really, Margot? God, you’re so fucking stupid sometimes. Do you not remember what happened last time you took a road-trip with Brendon Urie? Or are you just fucking retarded?” Margot blushed, looking down at her toes.
“You know, we probably wouldn’t have gotten together if not for Brendon…” she said quietly.
“Yeah, and then you cheated on me, like, a month after we started going out. If you hadn’t called me immediately after he climbed in through your window and kissed you, you probably would have left me for him.”
“I don’t think that’s--”
“Bullshit. You actually thought that he cared about you, Margot. Only I care about you; remember that. And now you’re going to risk falling for his façade of a perfect, fairy-tale ending again?”
“I’m not risking anything here, Spencer. It’s just a drive. We’re both adults, now, well out of childhood, and nothing is going to happen. You know I can’t leave you, Spencer.” Margot stepped away from the piano, as Spencer had stood and was advancing towards her.
“I know you think you can’t. You’re very impressionable, Margot, and I don’t want to see you get duped again.” She stood very still as Spencer wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close.
“I won’t let myself get duped, Spencer. I love you, and I’m with you, and no road-trip with Brendon is going to change that.”
Spencer stepped away, looking closely at Margot, as though she were a specimen beneath a microscope. “I think you want to go on this road-trip, Margot. I think you want the chance to be alone with another guy, without me, for so long. You want to explore your options,” he accused, stepping closer once more.
“No,” Margot murmured, backing away as he advanced. “That’s not true, Spencer. I don’t know how you could think that.”
“You fucking slut!” he yelled, as though she hadn’t spoken. Margot was scrambling backwards, nearly tripping over her suitcase that sat by the door. He reached out and grabbed his girlfriend’s arm as she fell, yanking her back up, a distinct pop! hitting both their ears. Spencer froze, as did Margot.
3...2...1...Margot counted in her head. She had learned that if after three seconds nothing hurt, nothing was broken or damaged. “It’s okay,” she murmured, rubbing her arm where his grip was going to bruise in a few hours. “I think you just popped the joint…you didn’t dislocate it.”
“Look, I didn’t mean to,” Spencer said, reaching out once more, making Margot flinch. He cupped her face in his hand, tilting her head so that Margot was forced to look at her boyfriend. “I’m just worried. I just want you to be happy, and I know that Brendon made your life a living hell when we were kids. I love you, and I can’t just stand by while you let yourself be hurt again. I don’t think I can let you go.”
“Please, Spencer, don’t do this. I have to go. I promised my mother, and I’m not going to go back on that.”
“Margot--” Spencer sounded as though he were on the verge of another outburst, but he was cut off by honk outside. The couple was silent, and neither one moved nor breathed. A few moments later, there was a sharp, quick knock at the door. “Well,” Spencer said, stepping away and gesturing grandly at the door. “Answer it.”
Margot bit her lip, thinking. She could answer, and turn Brendon away. Tell him she was sorry, but she couldn’t go to his father’s funeral. Then, she would go to the zoo with Spencer, and spend a nice, uneventful day with her boyfriend, and not worry about history repeating. She took a breath and opened the door.
Brendon. If it were possible, he looked even better than when they were teenagers. He had grown a bit taller, his hair was a bit longer, and his face just seemed much more…mature. His eyes, however, looked exactly as they had the night he had climbed in through her bedroom window and confessed his love for her; big, brown, kind eyes that looked so…warm. And comforting. She had always thought that Brendon had the nicest eyes…
“Didn’t you hear me honking?” he asked, by way of greeting.
“Oh…I--um…Spencer was playing the piano, so…I didn’t hear, I guess.” She rubbed the back of her neck, blushing slightly.
“Oh. Well, do you have everything?” Margot nodded. “So…You’re ready to go?”
Margot looked at Spencer one last time. He was glaring at her, and he gave his head the slightest, smallest shake to the side, dictating to Margot what she should say. She looked back at Brendon. “Yeah, I’m ready.”
“Okay, well…”
“It‘s been a while, Brendon,” Spencer interjected, reaching out his hand for Brendon to shake, which he did.
“Uh, yeah…I guess it has. How have you been lately?” Brendon asked, standing a bit taller, as though to intimidate the other man.
“Great. You?” Spencer’s tone was almost…sarcastic. As though the conversation between himself and Brendon were a cynical mocking of real politeness.
“Great. Great job, great home, great life. It’s all great.”
“Great.”
“Yeah, well, we should go. It’s a long drive to Nevada, and all. So-long, Smith.” Brendon grabbed Margot’s suitcase, turned away from the doorway, and walked back to his car. He opened the backdoor and tossed the suitcase in, his feathers a bit ruffled from the less-than-desirable encounter with the guy that had won the girl all those years ago.
“Well…” Margot turned to her boyfriend. “I’ll see you in a few days. I love you.”
“…Yeah,” Spencer said, kissing her sideways as he kept one eye on Brendon. “See you. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t approve of.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it,” Margot said, turning away and trotting out the door. She got into the passenger seat of Brendon’s car, situating herself before turning to look out the window. She waved and blew a kiss to Spencer, who nodded curtly and closed the door. Brendon and Margot looked at each other as they pulled away.
It was going to be a long trip.
Oops, I guess I forgot to update this yesterday. Sorry about that. So...yeah. I don't know how often I'm going to be able to update once summer ends. I start classes on Tuesday, and I'll be pretty busy when that happens. Lots of shit. Anyway, go comment/rate/sub if you haven't, and make me happy. Look out for another update again, soon. OverAndOutxx
“That was my mom,” Margot told him, choosing to stand beside the piano, because she knew they’d just end up standing up from the bench to fight, anyway.
“What did she have to say?” Plunk, plink, plunk, plink…
“Our next door neighbor died last night.”
He stopped playing. “You mean…”
“Brendon’s dad,” Margot said quickly. Spencer began to play once more, this time dancing his fingers lightly across the keys to play a song that Margot didn’t know the name of.
“Oh, that’s too bad. Are you going to the funeral?”
“Yeah, it’s on Wednesday.”
“That’s kind of soon. Are you going to drive? Or fly for time?”
“Well…” Here it was: the moment of truth. Just spit it out, and get it over with. “Well, you know, since Brendon lives right near here, and he’s obviously going to the funeral, too, it just makes sense for us to drive together, so he’s going to stop here and pick me up and we’ll drive together, and then we’ll drive back together, or I’ll fly back, if that’s a better idea, but for now, that’s the plan.” Margot said this all in one long, rambling breath, and didn’t breathe again until she had finished and Spencer was replying.
“Brendon? You’re going to drive with Brendon? For two straight days? I don’t know that I like that idea, Margot…” Spencer sat back, cracking his knuckles thoughtfully.
“I know, I don’t love it, either. But my mom pulled this incredible guilt trip on me, and she’s really upset right now, and I figured, you know, whatever I can do to make her happy…” Margot wasn’t fooled by his calm composure, because she knew it was only temporary until he worked himself up to the point of an explosion.
“You driving for two straight days, with only Brendon, makes her happy?”
“I don’t know, Spencer. She asked, and I said yes. I don’t see what the big deal is.” Oops. Margot realized only after she spoke that that was the wrong thing to say.
“You don’t see what the big deal is? Really, Margot? God, you’re so fucking stupid sometimes. Do you not remember what happened last time you took a road-trip with Brendon Urie? Or are you just fucking retarded?” Margot blushed, looking down at her toes.
“You know, we probably wouldn’t have gotten together if not for Brendon…” she said quietly.
“Yeah, and then you cheated on me, like, a month after we started going out. If you hadn’t called me immediately after he climbed in through your window and kissed you, you probably would have left me for him.”
“I don’t think that’s--”
“Bullshit. You actually thought that he cared about you, Margot. Only I care about you; remember that. And now you’re going to risk falling for his façade of a perfect, fairy-tale ending again?”
“I’m not risking anything here, Spencer. It’s just a drive. We’re both adults, now, well out of childhood, and nothing is going to happen. You know I can’t leave you, Spencer.” Margot stepped away from the piano, as Spencer had stood and was advancing towards her.
“I know you think you can’t. You’re very impressionable, Margot, and I don’t want to see you get duped again.” She stood very still as Spencer wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close.
“I won’t let myself get duped, Spencer. I love you, and I’m with you, and no road-trip with Brendon is going to change that.”
Spencer stepped away, looking closely at Margot, as though she were a specimen beneath a microscope. “I think you want to go on this road-trip, Margot. I think you want the chance to be alone with another guy, without me, for so long. You want to explore your options,” he accused, stepping closer once more.
“No,” Margot murmured, backing away as he advanced. “That’s not true, Spencer. I don’t know how you could think that.”
“You fucking slut!” he yelled, as though she hadn’t spoken. Margot was scrambling backwards, nearly tripping over her suitcase that sat by the door. He reached out and grabbed his girlfriend’s arm as she fell, yanking her back up, a distinct pop! hitting both their ears. Spencer froze, as did Margot.
3...2...1...Margot counted in her head. She had learned that if after three seconds nothing hurt, nothing was broken or damaged. “It’s okay,” she murmured, rubbing her arm where his grip was going to bruise in a few hours. “I think you just popped the joint…you didn’t dislocate it.”
“Look, I didn’t mean to,” Spencer said, reaching out once more, making Margot flinch. He cupped her face in his hand, tilting her head so that Margot was forced to look at her boyfriend. “I’m just worried. I just want you to be happy, and I know that Brendon made your life a living hell when we were kids. I love you, and I can’t just stand by while you let yourself be hurt again. I don’t think I can let you go.”
“Please, Spencer, don’t do this. I have to go. I promised my mother, and I’m not going to go back on that.”
“Margot--” Spencer sounded as though he were on the verge of another outburst, but he was cut off by honk outside. The couple was silent, and neither one moved nor breathed. A few moments later, there was a sharp, quick knock at the door. “Well,” Spencer said, stepping away and gesturing grandly at the door. “Answer it.”
Margot bit her lip, thinking. She could answer, and turn Brendon away. Tell him she was sorry, but she couldn’t go to his father’s funeral. Then, she would go to the zoo with Spencer, and spend a nice, uneventful day with her boyfriend, and not worry about history repeating. She took a breath and opened the door.
Brendon. If it were possible, he looked even better than when they were teenagers. He had grown a bit taller, his hair was a bit longer, and his face just seemed much more…mature. His eyes, however, looked exactly as they had the night he had climbed in through her bedroom window and confessed his love for her; big, brown, kind eyes that looked so…warm. And comforting. She had always thought that Brendon had the nicest eyes…
“Didn’t you hear me honking?” he asked, by way of greeting.
“Oh…I--um…Spencer was playing the piano, so…I didn’t hear, I guess.” She rubbed the back of her neck, blushing slightly.
“Oh. Well, do you have everything?” Margot nodded. “So…You’re ready to go?”
Margot looked at Spencer one last time. He was glaring at her, and he gave his head the slightest, smallest shake to the side, dictating to Margot what she should say. She looked back at Brendon. “Yeah, I’m ready.”
“Okay, well…”
“It‘s been a while, Brendon,” Spencer interjected, reaching out his hand for Brendon to shake, which he did.
“Uh, yeah…I guess it has. How have you been lately?” Brendon asked, standing a bit taller, as though to intimidate the other man.
“Great. You?” Spencer’s tone was almost…sarcastic. As though the conversation between himself and Brendon were a cynical mocking of real politeness.
“Great. Great job, great home, great life. It’s all great.”
“Great.”
“Yeah, well, we should go. It’s a long drive to Nevada, and all. So-long, Smith.” Brendon grabbed Margot’s suitcase, turned away from the doorway, and walked back to his car. He opened the backdoor and tossed the suitcase in, his feathers a bit ruffled from the less-than-desirable encounter with the guy that had won the girl all those years ago.
“Well…” Margot turned to her boyfriend. “I’ll see you in a few days. I love you.”
“…Yeah,” Spencer said, kissing her sideways as he kept one eye on Brendon. “See you. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t approve of.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it,” Margot said, turning away and trotting out the door. She got into the passenger seat of Brendon’s car, situating herself before turning to look out the window. She waved and blew a kiss to Spencer, who nodded curtly and closed the door. Brendon and Margot looked at each other as they pulled away.
It was going to be a long trip.
Oops, I guess I forgot to update this yesterday. Sorry about that. So...yeah. I don't know how often I'm going to be able to update once summer ends. I start classes on Tuesday, and I'll be pretty busy when that happens. Lots of shit. Anyway, go comment/rate/sub if you haven't, and make me happy. Look out for another update again, soon. OverAndOutxx
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