Same POV as the past 2 chapters, so lets just say, it. Beebo's POV unless stated otherwise.
I just cried. And cried. Kyla was outside the door, trying to get in.
"Brendon, please, just let me in."
"NO!"
"Ryan wants to talk to you."
"Who cares?"
"You should, he's your boyfriend."
"So?"
"You can't ignore people forever, just come out..."
"I don't want to."
"Then I'm coming in, I have the key."
"Fuck..."
I heard the key get inserted.
"Brendon, come on."
"No."
"Please?"
"I don't want to."
"Just talk to Ryan, he seems worried."
"Fine..."
Ryan walked in and placed an arm over me.
"So, Bren, do you wanna talk?"
I shook my head.
"You sure?"
"Yeah."
"You know, there was this kid, I think Dylan was his name, and he asked if you were okay."
"Don't mind him, he met me at the park earlier."
He kissed me.
He pulled away. Thank god...
"So, what do you want to do?"
"Nothing, just sit here."
"C'mon, lets do something, you don't need to sit here, it'll be fun."
"No, I just need some time, alright?"
"Fine, but, just talk to someone, like Kyla, or me, or just someone."
"I will."
"Good. I need to go home for dinner. Bye sweetheart."
"Bye."
He left and I got up and grabbed my phone.
16 missed messages from Dallon
Great...
Dallon: hey, im sorry
Dallon: why did you leave
Dallon: please let me know that youre fine
Dallon: are you ok???
Dallon: come on, I couldnt follow because I wouldve lost my car
Dallon: please, answer me
Dallon: im worried
Dallon: Brendon?
~4:45~
Dallon: i saw ryan outside your house
Dallon: are you dating him
Dallon: brendon
Dallon: i am concerned
Dallon: if you dont pick up soon, ill come in
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Why are you talking to me? {FINISHED}
FanfictionBrendon Urie is your average aesthetic person, loves pastels, drinks Starbucks almost everyday, he is pretty popular. Dallon Weekes is a punk kid. He wears a lot of dark colors, and he is somewhat mute, only speaking when he has to, like during clas...
