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Chapter One: Bury yourself when tragedy strikes.





Brendon's POV



As I joined her on the window booth of the cafe I couldn't help but think...



Wow... she /is a looker!/



Her skin glowed like mother of pearl under the moonlight. Her hair fell just past her shoulders, the layers that framed her face were black as night. Her lips were ruby red. She had this Snow White look, mixed with Kate Beckinsale in /Underworld/... except she was real... and not something from a movie. I noticed the Monroe she was sporting just above her lip and how it complemented her beauty well. But it was her eyes that captivated me most. I would never forget them... eyes painted such a steely grey. They were piercing in all their sadness... enchanting in all their beauty to match her soft features.



You're staring, Brendon, teased my inner voice.

She looked up at me at that very moment and smiled. I felt as if she had heard my conscience too.



/Shit, //did/ I say that out loud?



I snapped back to reality and prayed she hadn't noticed me checking her out. I raised the coffee cup to my lips in aweak attempt to cover any signs that I had been drooling.



"Do you live around here or just passing through?" I tried to break the ice.



"I live here, but I'm thinking about moving..." she trailed off. "What about you?"



Way to go, Brendon... she doesn't know who you are... You actual managed /not/ to pick out another screaming fangirl this time.



"Passing through, I've been travelling around the past year," I smiled back. "You're not moving on account of me are you? Hope I haven't scared you. I promise... I won't stalk you or anything," I said with a scout's honour.



Trista laughed, "No, no it's not like that... if I thought you were any kind of psycho I would have run a mile by now and not be sitting here sharing a coffee."





Trista's POV

Even though I met him like 5 minutes ago, I feel so comfortable, thought Trista. He makes me feel safe.



"So how old are you?" I asked.



"19... and you? If you don't mind me asking..."replied Brendon.



"I'll be 19 in December," I said.



"I like your tattoos... I want to get one someday. That one's really beautiful," said Brendon as he reached across the table for my right hand. It took a moment to register and then I realised he was talking about the angel I had inked onto my inner wrist.



She was sitting on a side view, left knee propped up, and opposite arm supporting her while the other held out a small heart. The angel sported large black wings and it was as if she looked directly at you. Brendon wondered if it was meant to represent Trista for they shared many similar features.



"Thanks," smiled Trista. "It's my favourite one."



Brendon paused before asking wearily, "Who's Charlie? Boyfriend?" He noticed the cursive on her left wrist.



"No... Charlie's my girl friend. She was my best friend, but she... she died this year," I whispered.



Trista... what are you doing telling him your life story? You're too trusting... you're letting your guard down again. He could turn out to be just like Hayden,argued my conscience. And as if fate heard her thoughts, Trista's phone started ringing again.



I tried to brush of my inner voice and its constant whispers but as I saw my phone I realised an hour had passed. Guilt started to creep in at the thought of Hayden.



Is he still my boyfriend... where do I go from here? I can't leave with some guy I just met... but I can't go back... can I?



After a moment Trista looked up at Brendon."Ummm... well it's been nice meeting you but I really should get going," I said. "Thanks for the coffee."



I stood up, giving him a small smile and quickly left.





Brendon's POV

"Uhhh... don't go," I muttered pitifully after her. Shit, I scared her off.



"Was it something I said?" I whispered.



Dammit Brendon! You idiot. You didn't even get her number.



When I returned back to the hotel room Icould not stop thinking about her. My memories drowning out Ryan's complaints about his missing coffee.





Trista's POV

I returned to the apartment to find Hayden waiting for me in front of the television.



"Where were you?" He demanded. "It's late."



"I'm sorry, Hayden. I uhhh... had to get things for my textiles project."



He stormed up to me. I flinched as he raised his arms to hit me again. I braced myself for another beating. But instead he pulled me into afierce embrace.



"I wish you had answered baby. I was worried. Don't scare me like that again."



"Sorry baby, I didn't mean to. Uhh I'm going to finish my project, its due on Monday."



I went over to our makeshift study, working over my designs for class. It's what I do... it's my defence mechanism when drama arrives. Throw myself into another world from the one I'm in. I stay there until I forget, until the pain goes away. I then looked over at my acceptance letter for my internship at Whitehouse in Australia, but I couldn't go.



Hayden... Hayden wouldn't let me go. He needed me.



Tears swelled in my eyes, blinding me while I attempted to thread my needle. My life hasn't always been easy and it's hard to remember the last time it was, but I've made it so far. I'm still alive.



Music got me through family life, and after Charlie's death I never felt more alone. I put all my energy into my studies, turning to my clothes, my designs, focusing on my art.



Then it came to point I was being continuously beaten down, all my hard work criticized. All my art, my fashion, my music... just weren't enough. I started spending more time at work... I met people and then my life became endless raves of drugs and alcohol. Going out and partying every night, getting wasted. It was a dark time. I buried myself deep to distract me from the pain... til I forgot... so I was occupied 24/7.



And then I met Hayden. He made me smile again. He saved me from that world. He saved my dream from going to waste.



I remember when I first ran into Hayden at IADT* were we both attended. He was studying graphic design and I was from the fashion department. I over looked the smoking, because he really was a nice guy. Funny and infectious, he could make anyone laugh. He had such charm and sex appeal, he was the most wanted guy on campus. Then my so-called friends got to him... filled his mind with the same trash they filled mine and in short, he got hooked.



Hayden was my guardian angel... once, but those days are long gone.



I woke up the next day and headed over to IADT for class.





Brendon's POV



"I dreamt about her last night, Ry," I sighed.



Her vampire-esque beauty continued to haunt my dreams...

"She must have been some piece of work for you to forget my coffee..." he trailed off. I ignored him and continued to stare out the car window.



Ryan was driving us around Chicago to look for new tour costumes. I did a double-take as I imagined her walking on the sidewalk.



"Oh my god... Ryan it's her... that's her. Follow her man!" I pleaded urgently.



"What? Who? There is like a hundred people on the sidewalk, you gotta be more specific," he said. Ryan stared at Brendon as if he was a crazy person riding shot gun.



"RIGHT THERE!! With the black hair..." I pointed out. Ryan rolled his eyes at how idiotic Brendon sounded. "Trista..." I whispered.



"You're just seeing things Bren. Anyway we don't have time to go stalk after some mysterious girl you thought you met last night. We still have four other places to see before our meeting with Luca."



I sat back in my seat, and couldn't help but pout as we drove further away.





Trista's POV

I was raising the hem on one of my dresses when I heard a commotion enter the room.



"Ryan... we already talked about this! Just. Let. Go. Of the vest! Roses are your thing but we need something even more... extravagant for"Nothing Rhymes with Circus,'" argued the familiar voice. "Luca said he knows this amazing designer."



"Brendon you don't understand," insisted another, Trista assumed it belonged to the referred 'Ryan'.



Brendon...? Hmm sounds familiar.

Crouched low behind my mannequin, I attempted to peek round the side.



Is it possible...? Oh my god... it's him!

"Hey Trista... guess what? Wait, what are you doing down there?" asked Jackie, a college buddy.



"Shhhhhh.. would you shut up..." I eyed her. "What does it look like I'm doing, I'm raising the hem."



"Looks more like your perving," she smirked. "So I guess you noticed you just walked in then. Can you believe they're /here/? she asked rhetorically.



"Yeah... maybe... how did you know..."



"I cannot believe it's really him. THE Ryan Ross,"she interrupted, joining me on the floor.



"Ryan who...?" I whispered.



"God, have you been living under a rock in that crappy apartment or what!" she stared at me in disbelief.



"Kinda..." I muttered.



"Even Luca goes on about them all the time... Ryan Ross from Panic! At the Disco. And that's Brendon..."



"Urie," I finished. "I know that at least."



Our hushed voices silenced as we strained to eavesdrop on their conversation.



"Are you sure Luca? Cause we really need someone amazing... someone unique..." continued Brendon.



"Have I ever led you astray, Urie? Stop worrying... I have just the person!" said Luca. "Trist!!" I heard our teacher call out.



Oh dear god.



"Someone like... /her/!" exclaimed Brendon. Ryan turned around to see what had made Brendon jump.





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So guys... maybe its not as good at Down the Road... maybe its better I dunno... so review n let me know! =]



Hope I didn't disappoint and sorry for the wait... uni is hectic! XD



Much love,

autumn



*PS... IADT = International Academy of Design and Technology