Categories > Celebrities > Panic! At The Disco > Time to Dance
I fell back asleep on the couch, and awoke to the sound of birds outside the window. Looking back over at the clock, it read 8am. I decided that was a more acceptable time to get up and I walked into the kitchen to make some breakfast. After looking in the fridge, it was evident that no one had been shopping. Since I had no idea where I was, I decided to change and go in search of supplies for breakfast foods. Sneaking downstairs, careful not to make a noise, I found my suit case and changed into one of my favorite outfits: Dark jeans, the same flats I wore to the concert, and a green "Ithaca is Gorges" teeshirt that my brother had gotten me for Christmas two years before. I may have been in Nevada, but it was the end of February, so I grabbed a jacket I bought on my last trip to Toronto. I brushed my teeth, straightened my hair, and put on my usual make up. I grabbed my yellow Coach purse and made my way upstairs, again careful not to wake the girls. When I reached the top of the stairs, I noticed Brendon was up. He was sitting on the couch I had slept on last night and was watching cartoons on the rather large screen. As I got closer I noticed he had bed head and he was wearing Superman boxers with a white teeshirt. Man, he had pale legs! But then again, I was pretty pale myself. After an early teenage case of skin cancer, I never went out without sunscreen and of course avoided tanning beds. I couldn't decide whether or not to say anything or just leave. I settled on asking him where I could find food for breakfast.
"Good morning," I said sitting down beside him.
"Good mourning yourself,' he said turning off the TV. "And I guess it is Happy Birthday too!" he said winking.
"I guess it is. I almost forgot," I lied."How did you sleep?" I said, changing the subject.
"Like a baby," he said laughing. His boyish grin appeared again, and I couldn't help but smile.
"Well, I was going to go find supplies for pancakes to make everyone for breakfast. Wanna tell me where to go?" I asked. "You don't exactly have anything in the fridge."
"Yeah, we haven't exactly been shopping in a while. If you let me get dressed, I'll drive you to the supermarket," he said getting up.
"Great!" I said standing up as well. I noticed he was only slightly taller than I was. That was one thing I hated about being tall, all guys seem short! And from what I noticed, not a lot of girls were taller than the guys they were dating, and I liked heels to much to wear flats.
Brendon went back to his room, and 15 minutes later came back looking and smelling refreshed.
"I hope you don't mind, I jumped in the shower," he said, running his fingers through his hair. He looked almost normal in jeans and a teeshirt.
"Not at all. I'd rather not have to smell you," I said laughing. He stuck out his lip in a sad expression, but all I could do was laugh.
"So I smell, huh?" he said lunging towards me. I took off for the door, Brendon not far behind. I didn't get very far. The stitches hurt.
"Ouch," I said, clutching my scarred chest.
"Are you okay?" Brendon asked, concern taking over his former playful expression.
"I'm fine," I said, as he stepped closer, slinging an arm over my shoulder.
"You smell good," he said, the wind blowing my hair in his direction.
"And now you do too," I said said, pulling away and walking towards the car. "So I'm thinking pancakes. Is that good?"
"I know Jon will like that. He has a thing for pancakes," he said following.
"Well, he's from Chicago. Whenever I visit there, there seems to be a pancake house on every flipping street!" I said laughing. These boys really were just like everyone else.
We got into a smaller car this time, a sleek black Honda Civic. As soon as I got in the car, Brendon started flipping with the music dial. He settled on what must have been a classical station, however an opera, in Italian, was coming through the speakers.
"I hope you don't mind. I just like this stuff in the morning before I've eaten," he said, glancing at me.
I laughed. "No actually, I'm a big fan of opera. I don't think I've heard this one though."
"It's 'Time to Say Goodbye.' I don't know what opera though," he said, looking more relaxed.
For the next 5 minutes, we discussed music genres and how one must experience all genres more than once to appreciate the art of music. He pulled the car into a small organic food store, and we went inside. Grabbing a burlap bag, we began looking for the ingredients. Brendon kept trying to add weird things to the list.
"But pancakes need kiwi!" he said.
"If you really want it," I told him, giving him my "you're weird" face.
He laughed and put it back. This continued for other items like pepper, vinegar and a strange looking steak sause. After finding all the ingredients, he insisted on paying.
"Since it's your birthday and all, it's the least I can do," he said, giving the cashier a tip.
Back in the car, we listened to a cd this time, one that I had never heard before.
"Who is this?" I asked, recognizing the familiarity of Mozart's "Moonlight Sonata."
"Actually, it's me several years ago," he said humming along with the tune.
"I love this song. I'll put it on and dance to it in my room sometimes," I said closing my eyes, picturing my room back home.
"I bet that dance doesn't involve a chair," he said laughing.
"But of course! Can't you see it?" I wondered if he had seen my tape. So I asked.
"Actually, you were one of the 5 tapes we did see. Ilana, Breanne and Jen were too. And also the girl that poisioned you. Ironic isn't it," he said, his expression growing grim. "I can't apoligize enough for what happened. We never thought that something like that would happen. I'm just glad you aren't suing us. What with your dad being an attorney and all. The lawsuit with Brent is enough for right now," he said.
I swear I saw tears forming in his eyes, but we turned back into the driveway of the house and when we got out, he must have wiped his eyes. When we went inside, it was evident that others were up. Making my way to the kitchen, I found Jen on the phone. She looked surprised, then hung up quickly.
"Who was that?" I asked.
"No one. Wrong number," she said quickly. "Where have you been?"
"Brendon and I got stuff for pancakes," I told her.
"Did I hear someone say pancakes?!" Jon asked, flying out of nowhere in boxers and a teeshirt. Man these boys have such elaborate pajamas.
We all laughed and I set to gettiing the supplies together.
"What do you think you are doing?" Ryan asked, shooing me out of the kitchen. "It's your birthday. Go relax or something."
"Well I should call my parents," I said, biting my lip.
"Good girl. I'll call you when I've made a couple so Jon doesn't eat them all," he said, going back into the kitchen.
I laughed, found my phone and dialed my home number. My mom answered. I filled her in on the past week, realizing no one had probably told her about my trip to the hospital. It was good to hear her voice, and I began to get homesick. However, when I got to the part where I had a summer job, I became excited and forgot all about wanting to be back in Indiana.
"Good morning," I said sitting down beside him.
"Good mourning yourself,' he said turning off the TV. "And I guess it is Happy Birthday too!" he said winking.
"I guess it is. I almost forgot," I lied."How did you sleep?" I said, changing the subject.
"Like a baby," he said laughing. His boyish grin appeared again, and I couldn't help but smile.
"Well, I was going to go find supplies for pancakes to make everyone for breakfast. Wanna tell me where to go?" I asked. "You don't exactly have anything in the fridge."
"Yeah, we haven't exactly been shopping in a while. If you let me get dressed, I'll drive you to the supermarket," he said getting up.
"Great!" I said standing up as well. I noticed he was only slightly taller than I was. That was one thing I hated about being tall, all guys seem short! And from what I noticed, not a lot of girls were taller than the guys they were dating, and I liked heels to much to wear flats.
Brendon went back to his room, and 15 minutes later came back looking and smelling refreshed.
"I hope you don't mind, I jumped in the shower," he said, running his fingers through his hair. He looked almost normal in jeans and a teeshirt.
"Not at all. I'd rather not have to smell you," I said laughing. He stuck out his lip in a sad expression, but all I could do was laugh.
"So I smell, huh?" he said lunging towards me. I took off for the door, Brendon not far behind. I didn't get very far. The stitches hurt.
"Ouch," I said, clutching my scarred chest.
"Are you okay?" Brendon asked, concern taking over his former playful expression.
"I'm fine," I said, as he stepped closer, slinging an arm over my shoulder.
"You smell good," he said, the wind blowing my hair in his direction.
"And now you do too," I said said, pulling away and walking towards the car. "So I'm thinking pancakes. Is that good?"
"I know Jon will like that. He has a thing for pancakes," he said following.
"Well, he's from Chicago. Whenever I visit there, there seems to be a pancake house on every flipping street!" I said laughing. These boys really were just like everyone else.
We got into a smaller car this time, a sleek black Honda Civic. As soon as I got in the car, Brendon started flipping with the music dial. He settled on what must have been a classical station, however an opera, in Italian, was coming through the speakers.
"I hope you don't mind. I just like this stuff in the morning before I've eaten," he said, glancing at me.
I laughed. "No actually, I'm a big fan of opera. I don't think I've heard this one though."
"It's 'Time to Say Goodbye.' I don't know what opera though," he said, looking more relaxed.
For the next 5 minutes, we discussed music genres and how one must experience all genres more than once to appreciate the art of music. He pulled the car into a small organic food store, and we went inside. Grabbing a burlap bag, we began looking for the ingredients. Brendon kept trying to add weird things to the list.
"But pancakes need kiwi!" he said.
"If you really want it," I told him, giving him my "you're weird" face.
He laughed and put it back. This continued for other items like pepper, vinegar and a strange looking steak sause. After finding all the ingredients, he insisted on paying.
"Since it's your birthday and all, it's the least I can do," he said, giving the cashier a tip.
Back in the car, we listened to a cd this time, one that I had never heard before.
"Who is this?" I asked, recognizing the familiarity of Mozart's "Moonlight Sonata."
"Actually, it's me several years ago," he said humming along with the tune.
"I love this song. I'll put it on and dance to it in my room sometimes," I said closing my eyes, picturing my room back home.
"I bet that dance doesn't involve a chair," he said laughing.
"But of course! Can't you see it?" I wondered if he had seen my tape. So I asked.
"Actually, you were one of the 5 tapes we did see. Ilana, Breanne and Jen were too. And also the girl that poisioned you. Ironic isn't it," he said, his expression growing grim. "I can't apoligize enough for what happened. We never thought that something like that would happen. I'm just glad you aren't suing us. What with your dad being an attorney and all. The lawsuit with Brent is enough for right now," he said.
I swear I saw tears forming in his eyes, but we turned back into the driveway of the house and when we got out, he must have wiped his eyes. When we went inside, it was evident that others were up. Making my way to the kitchen, I found Jen on the phone. She looked surprised, then hung up quickly.
"Who was that?" I asked.
"No one. Wrong number," she said quickly. "Where have you been?"
"Brendon and I got stuff for pancakes," I told her.
"Did I hear someone say pancakes?!" Jon asked, flying out of nowhere in boxers and a teeshirt. Man these boys have such elaborate pajamas.
We all laughed and I set to gettiing the supplies together.
"What do you think you are doing?" Ryan asked, shooing me out of the kitchen. "It's your birthday. Go relax or something."
"Well I should call my parents," I said, biting my lip.
"Good girl. I'll call you when I've made a couple so Jon doesn't eat them all," he said, going back into the kitchen.
I laughed, found my phone and dialed my home number. My mom answered. I filled her in on the past week, realizing no one had probably told her about my trip to the hospital. It was good to hear her voice, and I began to get homesick. However, when I got to the part where I had a summer job, I became excited and forgot all about wanting to be back in Indiana.
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