Categories > Celebrities > Fall Out Boy > I believe this may call for a proper introduction
Brendon shivered and pulled his hood over his head. He may have been in Las Vegas, but it was still December 1st, and the world reckoned it should be chilly. Granted, he was wwearing just a t-shirt, hoodie, and jeans to block the cold, but that was beside the point. He continued hurrying down The Strip, bumpinginto people as he went. He reached a small side street that looked realitivly unused, and deciding he had nothing better to do, he went to explore it. There were little boutiques, a specialty guitar shop (Which he made a mental note to tell Ryan about) A dark, dungy Psyhic's office, an apartment building, and a few boarded up buildings. He reached the corner, turned onto the next street, and kept going. He repeated the process once more before coming to a stop in front of a small cafe. The sign read "Spin and Sip" and had a picture of vinyl records leaning against a steaming mocha latte. The latter sounded good to Brendon, so he went inside. It was very urban, all painted in bright colours. There were table and chair sets all over the place, a front desk with a cash register and a menu above it, and in one corner a group of bean bag chairs surrounded by racks of CD's, tapes, and records. There were 2 or 3 people sitting seperatly, sipping on drinks or reading the paper. Brendon liked the vibe he got from this place. It had a good atmosphere. It didn't seem very mainstream, which was perfect for Brendon. He walked up to the counter and ran the silver motel bell.
"Coming!" A voice called. And from the back room walked the prettiest girl Brendon had ever seen. She was short, he guessed no taller then 5"1, and skinny to the extreme, but still had an amazing figure. Her straight black hair was pulled back into a tight bun on the top of her head, which had 2 drumsticks stuck through it, criss-crossed. Her jade-green eyes surveyed him through oval-framed black rimmed glasses. Her pale, pale skin and dark hair set off her eyes and bright smile perfectly. She was wearing a plain black shirt and red apron over black jeans. "Jamie" was printed in a standard font on her name tag. If Brendon didn't believe in love at first sight before, he did now.
"Hi." Brendon stuttered out. The girl smiled.
"Hello, may I help you?" She said politly in a rich voice.
"Uh, coffee?" Brendon said. The girl giggled at Brendon's nervous nature. Real smooth, Urie Brendon thought to himself.
"Well, you're in a coffee shop, so it's kinda required we carry more then one kind. Wanna be more specific?" She said, smiling again.
"Do you have coloumbian?" He asked. She nodded.
"Yep. Grab a seat and I'll bring it over." She instructed. Brendon sat down at a neon orange table, mentally kicking himself for being such an idiot. He was BRENDON URIE. He was supposed to be an energetic front man, not some fumbling fool. A few mintues later Jamie appeared at his table with a cup and saucer, and a hot pot of coffee. Brendon noticed her hand shaking as she poured his cup of coffee.
"Are you alright?" He asked her. She sighed and pushed loose hair off her forehead.
"Yes, I am. Just exhausted. I've worked double shifts all week, and the lack of sleep is finally getting to me." She answered, giving him a tired smile.
"Well, you can join me if you like. Sit here and rest for a mintue." Brendon offered. Jamie looked at him for a moment, then grinned.
"I'd like that." She said. She retirved another cup, poured herself a drink, and sat accross from Brendon. "I believe this calls for a proper introduction. I'm Jamie Mandler." Jamie said, extending a hand. Brendon shook it.
"I know." He blurted out. Realizing this sounded stalkerish, he added "I read your name tag." Jamie laughed.
"Well, seeing as you don't have a nametag, would you like to tell me your name?" She asked. Brendon blushed.
"Urie. Brendon, Urie." He said.
"Well Mr. Urie, would you like me to get you a martini, shaken, not stirred?" She teased. He nudged her foot uner the table, and she grinned. This was the start of a beautiful friendship.
Or maybe, something more?
*And that's the first chapter! Hope you liked it! Thanks for reading! Next chapter soon!*
"Coming!" A voice called. And from the back room walked the prettiest girl Brendon had ever seen. She was short, he guessed no taller then 5"1, and skinny to the extreme, but still had an amazing figure. Her straight black hair was pulled back into a tight bun on the top of her head, which had 2 drumsticks stuck through it, criss-crossed. Her jade-green eyes surveyed him through oval-framed black rimmed glasses. Her pale, pale skin and dark hair set off her eyes and bright smile perfectly. She was wearing a plain black shirt and red apron over black jeans. "Jamie" was printed in a standard font on her name tag. If Brendon didn't believe in love at first sight before, he did now.
"Hi." Brendon stuttered out. The girl smiled.
"Hello, may I help you?" She said politly in a rich voice.
"Uh, coffee?" Brendon said. The girl giggled at Brendon's nervous nature. Real smooth, Urie Brendon thought to himself.
"Well, you're in a coffee shop, so it's kinda required we carry more then one kind. Wanna be more specific?" She said, smiling again.
"Do you have coloumbian?" He asked. She nodded.
"Yep. Grab a seat and I'll bring it over." She instructed. Brendon sat down at a neon orange table, mentally kicking himself for being such an idiot. He was BRENDON URIE. He was supposed to be an energetic front man, not some fumbling fool. A few mintues later Jamie appeared at his table with a cup and saucer, and a hot pot of coffee. Brendon noticed her hand shaking as she poured his cup of coffee.
"Are you alright?" He asked her. She sighed and pushed loose hair off her forehead.
"Yes, I am. Just exhausted. I've worked double shifts all week, and the lack of sleep is finally getting to me." She answered, giving him a tired smile.
"Well, you can join me if you like. Sit here and rest for a mintue." Brendon offered. Jamie looked at him for a moment, then grinned.
"I'd like that." She said. She retirved another cup, poured herself a drink, and sat accross from Brendon. "I believe this calls for a proper introduction. I'm Jamie Mandler." Jamie said, extending a hand. Brendon shook it.
"I know." He blurted out. Realizing this sounded stalkerish, he added "I read your name tag." Jamie laughed.
"Well, seeing as you don't have a nametag, would you like to tell me your name?" She asked. Brendon blushed.
"Urie. Brendon, Urie." He said.
"Well Mr. Urie, would you like me to get you a martini, shaken, not stirred?" She teased. He nudged her foot uner the table, and she grinned. This was the start of a beautiful friendship.
Or maybe, something more?
*And that's the first chapter! Hope you liked it! Thanks for reading! Next chapter soon!*
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