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[A/N: Sorry it's late, I meant to put it up earlier but had a suprise History essay D: All done now though :D]

‘You what?’ I spluttered. ‘How old?’

‘Thirteen.’ Brendon looked confused, and slightly scared by my reaction. I wouldn’t blame him, as I was pretty sure my face showed my heart stopping for a few seconds.

‘You’re thirteen?’ I repeated stupidly ‘How can- waits, what year is it?’ I asked, suddenly suspicious.

‘1999.’ He answered promptly, though confusion still clouded his eyes.

‘1999.’ I repeated slowly. ‘And, what country is this?’ I was guessing America, as that’s where Brendon lived but I wanted to be sure.

‘We’re in America.’ He said it slowly, as though I was a particularly slow mental patient.

‘Are you from England? Your accent sounds British.’

I blushed. ‘Yes, I’m English. Sorry,’ I apologised realising he probably thought I was mad. ‘I was just put out by the date. Um, you probably think I’m crazy. I’ll leave you alone.’ What was I doing? No! Go back! Kiss him! Do something! But even as I thought about turning away, a hand caught my wrist. I looked down at it, dumbfounded.

‘No, sit, please.’ Brendon smiled at me hesitantly, and I saw interest glimmering behind the concern in his dark eyes.

‘Will you explain that last comment about the date?’

I scrolled through the last few minutes and realised what he was referring to.

‘Oh. Well, it’s a really weird story.’ I warned him.

‘Don’t worry, I’m good with weird. My parents are Mormons.’ He smiled more confidently.

‘Isn’t that sacrilege or something?’ I pretended to be horrified at the slight. 'But it’s really weird. Like, is-this-a-windup weird.’ I put on my serious face.
He studied me for a second, and then opened his mouth.

‘Try me.’ Brendon Urie challenged with defiance lacing his tone.