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I'm feeling a bit rusty... beginnings are always the hardest for me. I can see the middle events... and even a possible ending already. I'm just stuck on how to best write how to get to where I want to!!!!!!!!!! If that makes sense =p ... well it does to me... the point is... forgive me if I'm a lil itty bitty sucky at the start LAWL

Chapter 2: Hello Miss Murder.


Brendon's POV

"Someone like... /her/!" I cried out as my eyes fell upon that familiar and haunting face.

Oh my god, Trista!

Trista stumbled forward from behind the mannequin as Jackie shoved her forward.

"See, your coffee was so worth it," I whispered to Ryan. Ryan rolled his eyes however couldn't help but silently agree.

"You own me one," he whispered back. I chose to ignore him and turned my attention back on Trista.

"Brendon... Ryan... this is Trista Meurtre. Trista this is... well I'm sure you know who they are... enough with the small talk lets get to business..." rambled Luca as Trista tried to restrain her jaw from gaping wide open.

"Oh yeah sure... Brendon Urie... infamous Panic! at the Disco. How could I not know?" she whispered sarcastically to herself.

Luca led up front with Ryan. I subtly slowed down my pace so I was walking along side her. "I didn't know you went here," I whispered.

"You never asked," shrugged Trista. Like she gave me the chance. "You never said you were in... a band," she added.

"You never asked," I smirked.

We made our way to Luca's studio, which was filled with mannequins, rolls of fabric, sewing machines and every possible item a fashion designer would need. There was a large pin board which took up most of the back wall. Upon it were hundreds upon hundreds of photographs and sketches. On closer examination I realised a large majority were of the band, different Polaroids of us in costume labeled first set and second set.

"Wow," gasped Ryan as he examined the dressed mannequins in the room. "Luca, when did you make this? This one is amazing... it's so beautiful!"

"Why thank you," grinned Trista.

"Haha Ryan my boy, you managed to pick out the only one I didn't make," chuckled Luca.

"Yeah... no problem," Ryan nodded meekly, pulling his fringe behind his ear unnecessarily.

"So have you ever been to one of our shows?" I asked as Trista joined me by the pinboard. I couldn't help but smile as she blushed. "No... sorry can't say I have," she said in a regretful tone. "But I've seen the costumes before."

"That's a real shame, you're missing out," I said.

"So I've heard," she laughed playfully.

"Not to worry, I'll make sure you do by the end of the year."

"Mmmm hmmm, if you say so," she smirked, one eyebrow raised.

"Trista," interrupted Luca. "Take the Polaroids and do your thing. Try work with the boys, they may surprise you. And remember to..."

"Work it! I know Luca," she smiled.


Trista's POV

So ten minutes later, there we sat in one of the empty courtyards, away from prying eyes, away from screaming fangirls. The boys sipped their coffees while I mulled over potential designs.

"Just so we're clear... you still want to keep the circus feel, but take it a step up, right?" I asked. The boys nodded in reply. "Okay Brendon the cream dress shirts and black pants are hot." I realised how that sounded, and I hope he didn't read too much into it. I was just giving my professional opinion after all.

"Anyway, the blazer is a good look for you so let's keep it but maybe... I'm picturing it longer? How do you feel about tight leather pants, but tasteful leather?" I could see Brendon trying not to laugh and is started to grin. "Okay I know how it sounds but trust me. Let me do up some samples and if it turns out horribly ridiculous I'll move to plan B. I reckon for Jon, simplicity is best... and Spencer too. The whole black pants, white long sleeves and vests, just so we keep the cirque atmosphere. I think with a slight alteration or two help you "step-up" the look... I guess you could say."

She held the one final Polaroid in her hand and turned to Ryan. "And now we come to Mr. Ross... shall we put you in black pants as well?"she grinned sarcastically.

"I don't need a stylist," replied Ryan.

"Yeah, I know. I thought you'd say something like that..."replied Trista, as she scratched at the back of her ear in mild annoyance. "Well I can work with your style think the scarves are a good thing... I'm just trying to do my job. I'd suggest a new make-up style but I'm Ryan doesn't need help with that."

Brendon's POV

I noticed her voice was border-lining sarcasm. "I think make-up would be a great idea," I said. I ignored Ryan as he shot me a dirty.

"I used to have to tie you down to get even a hint of eyeliner on you," Ryan whispered murderously.

"What I'm open to new ideas for this tour Ry..." I replied cautiously.

Ryan was about to reply when a fourth voice interrupted,"Hey gorgeous..."

I looked up to find a tall dark stranger. He had been talking to Trista. My stomach knotted as he kissed her on the cheek. "Whatcha up to?" he asked her.

Ryan eyed Brendon from the corner of his eye, watching his face momentarily fall then recover. Brendon's gaze remained focused on Trista and the affectionate stranger, who Brendon could only assume to be her boyfriend.

Of course she'd be taken, dumbass. Here's to wishful thinking.

"Ohhh not much, Luca's got me on a new project. He wants me to design some costumes for their band's upcoming tour," replied Trista. Hayden took a good look at the two handsome guys sitting across from his girlfriend.

"Hey man. I'm Hayden," he spoke, offering his hand to shake mine firmly. "I'm Brendon. Nice to meet you," I tried to reply convincingly.

"Ryan," said Ry as he nodded curtly, with further handshakes exchanged.

"You two are very lucky if she's working on your costumes. This girl is /amazing/!!" he smiled at us before turning to Trista. "Well I'm finished for the day. I'll see you at home."

And with that he left. There was an awkward silence in the air as Trista tried to avoid Brendon's gaze. She absentmindedly shuffled through the Polaroids wondering what to say next, until Brendon decided to say what was on his.

"So that guy a friend of yours... roommate?" I asked hoping the answer was anything but..."

"Boyfriend actually. He's my boyfriend," she replied hesitantly. Ryan scoffed at how obvious the answer to that question was.

"Don't hold back on the enthusiasm," said Ryan. Under the table, my leg made contact with Ryan's shin.

"Is everything alright?" I asked her.

"Yeah, everything is just..."

/Complicated/, thought Trista.

"Fine," she smiled. "Anyway, so now that I've run over some possible ideas and there are no objections yet I'll need to take measurements for the whole band. Luca has your old measurements but that was a few months ago but I always like to take my own. You may have grown taller or gotten skinnier on tour... well you get the idea."

"I'm free tomorrow!" I piped. Ryan gave me a stern look. "I mean the band... is free."

"Tomorrow... ummm I'm booked out in the morning and I've got work at night. You good for the afternoon?" she said.

"For band related matters... always," I smirked.


****

The next day, Trista looked over her sketches as she sat in the same courtyard waiting for Brendon. He offered to pick her up instead and take her to a studio so she wouldn't have to catch a taxi.

"That guy is pretty good looking... but I don't think you quite captured the twinkle in my eye," she heard Brendon's voice as he leaned over her shoulder.

"It's not you," she said, hastily shutting her sketch book.

"I was only teasing." Brendon gave her a playful nudge, which caused Trista to wince in pain. Unfortunately she wasn't very subtle.

"I'm sorry. Sometimes I don't know my own strength," joked Brendon

"Ohh.. aha ha... nah you're alright... my muscles are a bit sore that's all."

"Ready to go?" he grinned.

"Yeah, I'm ready," she smiled.

"And just so you know, I really liked your sketches. Do you have any others... like that isn't of the band?"

"Thanks Brendon. Yeah I have a few, but you're not gonna see them," she laughed as they strolled to the car. He noticed Trista moved differently than normal, today she walked much slower and almost awkwardly, as if in pain.

"Trist are you alright?" his voice full of concern.

"Yeah I'm fine... I didn't warm up very well at the gym last night so yeah... and then this morning I knocked over a table and... I can be really clumsy," she finished abruptly.

Uh oh. Like I haven't heard that line before.