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"No you're not." He replied.
Wasn't the thing she wanted his to say.
"Brendon, listen...I am."
"You can't be! You're 18!"
She sighed. "Do you think I want this?"
There was silence. "No."
"Okay."
"But, didn't we us-"
"I guess not, sweetie."
"But-"
"It was in the heat. I guess we didn't relize it."
"I guess not. I sure didn't."
"Brendon, do you relize what my dad's gonna think?"
"Jared's gonna be pissed."
"And the publicity on you guys."
"I can see it now. 'Brendon Urie, 21 get's Lilee Leto, 18 pregnant!"
"I'm lookin foward to that!"
"I mean, we're both celebertys and the publicity on BOTH of us is gonna be horrable."
She nodded. "I don't want it." She said.
"Lilee, you can't give it up. That's murder."
"I know..."
"Just, you have to fly back here."
"Okay. I have no choice but to drop out."
"I'm sorry Lilee."
"It's not your fault."
"Okay."
"I have to go."
"Okay, love you."
"Love you too."

She hung up. She called up the college.

"School of Visual Arts."
"Um, hello. This is Lilee Leto, a new student."
"Oh yes."
"I'm requesting to drop out."
"Why?"
"Family reasons."
"Oh. Well, we will miss having you around."
"Okay. Thank you."
"Do you have a destiation?"
"Las Vegas, Nevada."
"Oh. Well, hopefully in the future."
"Bye."

She heard a knock on her door.

"Come in."

Skye walked in. "Hey."

"Hey..ummm...how'd you know where I live?"

"Student directory."

"Oh."

"What are you doing?" Skye said refering to the large suit cases.

"Packing."

"Why."

"I'm going back to Las Vegas."

Skye's eyes widened. "Why?"

"Because...family reasons."

Skye shook her head. "Not according to this." She held out the box of her pregnancy test.

"What? Where'd you get that?"

"You dropped it."

"Oh crap."

"Crap is right."

"Please, don't tell anyone."

"I swear."

Lilee hugged her. "Thank you."

*LAS VEGAS*

Brendon was in his dressing room. He heard a soft knock at the door.

"Uhh...come in."

Ryan and Spencer walked in.

"Are you okay? You seemed upset out there..." Spencer said.

"Yeah, I'm fine."

"You were crying." Ryan said.

"Fine, I'm not okay."

"Good, why?"

"Lilee..."

"Lilee." Spencer said, signaling him to continue.

"Lilee's pregnant."

"What?" Ryan said. "How...what?"

Spencer staired at Brendon. "You're kidding me."

"No, sadly I'm not."

Ryan muttered something under his breath.

"Brendon, just..." Spencer was speechless.

"How can she effin be pregnant? She's 18 years old, Brendon! Do you relize what this could do to us? I mean..."

"Lilee and I already cleared that out."

"I don't give! She's 18, Brendon. 18!"

"You think I was expecting this to happen?"

"No." Spencer said. "Ryan, stop!"

"How can I? I mean! Brendon!"

"Stop! Both of you!" Brendon yelled. "It's not my fault!"

"It's never your fault Brendon!" Ryan said. "Think about how much damage this can be for us." And Ryan walked out.

Spencer looked at Brendon and shook his head. He walked out.

Brendon got up and shoved all the objects off of his desk angrily.