Brendon Urie : Trophy Boys, Trophy Wives : 20

"He was so amazing." Sonja sighed dreamily.
Teenagers. All this squealing was driving me insane.
"I mean, I got to meet Pete Wentz. At my house. That's just not realistic. I have to tell all my friends."
I stopped her. "No, don't you say anything."
"And why not?" she demanded, hand on her hips.
"I don't want your creepy, annoying, obsessive friends asking me anything." I replied.
Sonja's jaw dropped. "Mom!" she screamed, "Brendon is insulting my friends."
"Shut up. Mom's at work, genius." I huffed, "Think of it this way, I'm dating Emily and we're going to release a CD. That's total fuel for rumors."
"Oh...you suck."
"That's my job."
"Mom and Dad will be mad if they find out the band so getting signed. They'll get mad that you're not going to college."
I was about to leave before she said this. "I won't tell them." I retorted.
"There's no way you can get away with it."
I stared Sonja. "I'll figure this out later. Just don't tell Mom or Dad, okay?" I pleaded. It really did sound like I was begging.
Sonja locked sympathetic and hesitant at the same time. "They need to know, Brendon." she said.
"But you telling them will substantially lower your chances of ever meeting Pete Wentz again."
Her expression completely changed. "Okay, I won't tell."
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It felt so empty.
Not me.
It.
Everything.
It felt empty.
We took an early break from practice since I wasn't concentrating.
Ryan shoved a large piece of his pizza into mouth. The skinny kid. How did he eat so much?
"Brendon, don't be so depressed." Spencer said.
"I'm not. Where's Brent." I asked.
"Right here!" he called. He was sprawled across the couch playing Grand Theft Auto.
"You havent touched any pizza." Spencer pointed out.
"I don't like pizza." I grimaced at the box of Papa John's.
"That's a lie!" Bent yelled. "You love pizza. Almost as much as Emily."
"Shut up! He misses her!" Ryan scolded.
"Oh. Right. Sorry. He loves pizza more than his mom."
I shook my head and stood up. "Guys, I'm not hungry. I think I'm gonna go."
No one said anything when I left like I'd expected. I didn't care. I needed sleep.
And deal with things I left unsaid
Thanks.