-Part Twelve-I met Brendon Urie... on QUIZILLA?!?!-Never Too Late-

//Aurora\\

I watched Ryan quickly excuse himself, running towards the front of the bus at which point he made many gestures and shoved everyone, including himself, out the door. I could've sworn he'd said something about Brendon getting lucky.

Brendon laughed as he looked up at me with an annoyingly cute smirk on his face and I swatted at his chest playfully until noting the particularly interesting predicament we were in. Meaning, me straddling him and him with his hands on my hips. Both of us smiling like we had some big secret to hide. Oddly enough though, it didn't feel wrong or nasty, it felt normal.

Been on the bus too long! This is not normal to do to a guy!

I told myself this over and over, but for some reason, I wasn't even blushing. I'd even acquired a peculiar confidence around these guys.

"I think we've ruined the poor sweet girl that came on to this bus running from a wedding." He joked, but I simply leaned down putting my head on my hands and my elbows against his chest. "That or you've made me what I was always meant to be... Nah, you were right, you guy have ruined me big time! I'm gonna tell your mommy on you!"

Brendon threw me off the bed and rolled over, landing right on top of me, not that I noticed, I was rubbing my, now very sore, butt. "Dude, warn a chick before you throw her off a flippin' bed!" I shoved him off me so he was laying next to me and sat up, allowing him time to come up with a comeback, "Well chick, warn a dude before you throw him off of flippin' you!"

Shrugging, I stood up, rubbing my butt still, before walking to the couch, Brendon following close behind.

No pun intended.

"Hey, I could do that for you?" His offer came out as more of a question and when I looked back at his brilliant smiling face, I blushed because I couldn't tell if he was joking or not.

"Oh yes," I joked back, just in case, "Please rub my butt Brendon!"

Just as I stuck my butt out towards him, Ryan rushed back on to the bus, going wide eyed at what he saw, "I'll, um..." Ryan appeared to be hypnotized by my butt and, as I looked back towards it, Brendon's extended hand, "Be back, uh, later."

We didn't have a chance to explain ourselves, or the fact that we looked like a dressed stripper about to give a personal dance to a client, before Ryan had rushed out, either about to laugh his ass off or turn the color of Mars. "Oh crap! I hope he doesn't think that this was real or anything! I don't just let guys randomly rub my butt, well, besides you Brendon."

I winked back, jokingly once more-

So you say...

... then finally pulled my butt away before Brendon could actually rub my butt because the look in his eyes said that he would without a moments hesitation. Whether for laughs or, I pray, anything more.

"Damn Ryan! Ruining our special moment! I was gonna finally have passed first base!" Brendon mocked fury as he stomped his feet childishly and I rolled my eyes, "Oh puh-lease! You probably haven't been at first base since, what? Seventh grade? Besides, I believe second base entitles groping my chest, with or without the bra has always been questionable, but I digress. We really are gonna have to tell Ryan what he saw wasn't what he thinks he saw because if he tells others what he saw everyone will think he saw something that didn't happen the way he saw it!"

I stomped my own foot, with determination, and glanced at Brendon's face which had a look of sheer confusion plastered on it's delicate features, "What?!" He yelled, furrowing his eyebrows.

"Oh shut up and come on! We have to tell Ryan everything was a joke!"

I slipped my hand into Brendon's, and I won't lie I enjoyed it more then I should have, tugging him towards the door, "Come on!"

When I think about Brendon as more of a friend, or when I touch him, my skin flares up like I'm on fire and my heart races faster then a Corvette at top speed. He'd done so much for me, heck he was kind of, in my own little world, giving me signs that maybe he liked me as more then a friend. Like I liked him.

But I know better then that, friendships turned into relationships are painful for everyone involved. Besides, there were only two things I was worried about, nothing more.

Why I didn't mind straddling a boy I'd met on the internet, a famous musician at that, and why I wanted to kiss him every time I thought of him?

"Damn thoughts..." I muttered, stomping out of the bus only to be met with many knowing, or so they thought, looks, but Ryan was nowhere to be seen. "Oh. My. God. It was not what it seemed!"

The guys simply laughed and Patrick walked over, eyebrows raised and with a teasing smirk on his pale face, "Then why are you holding hands? And I do believe you were on top of Brendon and he was grabbing your ass. Or so Ryan said. We might have heard him wrong, he ran off a bit too fast."

My jaw dropped as the others laughter started up again, even Jon and Spencer were laughing. Oh. My. Gosh.

"I swear! You guys could turn a girl lesbian!" This shut Pete up for about two seconds, but only long enough to talk, then he was back to laughing, "Why, because you can't have us all, only Brendon?!"

I growled, yanking Brendon closer towards me, "No! BECAUSE IF ALL GUYS ARE LIKE THIS, I DON'T THINK I WANT ONE! And fuck you Pete!"

"I thought you only wanted to do that with Brendon!" This time, I flushed a bright red, even for my tan skin and hurried along, vowing to get back at Patrick, Ryan, Pete, and Spencer. "That was soo immature and not true..."

My voice faltered and I guessed Brendon could heard it because he raised his eyebrows and attempted to hide a smile but he didn't do a good job at it because I saw that his cheek was slightly rounded, rounded like how his face got when he had a big smile on. The kind of smile that means he finds something very amusing and/or that he's happy.

He's laughing at you!

The second my inner voice told me that, I dropped Brendon's hand. That hurt, that hurt a lot.

Brendon didn't think it was funny that I like him, did he?! Because it wasn't funny, and it was downright cruel to laugh at my feelings!

Well, of course he did. He can get someone way better then you. No offense meant.

"Are you alright?" I heard him inquire, feeling his hand lightly brush mine, "Yeah." I replied, trying not to let my anger show too much, "I'm fan-freaking-tastic. Let's just find Ryan okay?!"

"Y-yeah. Okay."

\\Brendon//

I didn't understand what I'd done wrong. I'd joked with her, sort of, if you count me actually telling the truth in a joking manner, I'd tried to hint that I liked her without being too obvious, hell, I was even following her, trying to find Ryan even though I didn't care what he told everyone. AT least then, they'd think she was with me and back off.

You do act pretty possessive and protective. Maybe she doesn't like people thinking she belongs to them?

Is that why she was mad? Would she really be mad JUST because I didn't want the other guys to see her like just another girl they can mess with?

Once again, I tried to get her to grab my hand, but she wouldn't have it and instead stuck her hand in her pockets. "Are you sure you're fine? You seem kinda, I don't know, tense? Maybe frustrated?"

Aurora stopped so suddenly, I had to avoid running right into her, and turned to face me with a murderous look on her sweet face, "Ryan is out there spreading rumors about us being together and doing weird things! By now, just about everyone will think we were trying to screw today, that you were groping me and that I'm just some random slut for the bands!" So she's worried about her reputation... that made a bit more sense then he being mad about me, "Shouldn't you be upset too? I know you wouldn't want anyone to think we're together or anything like that."

Aurora tried to run, well stomp, away, something she was very good at, but I was too quick and grabbed both of her arms, pulling her back and turning her to face me.

"What are you even talking about?! I don't care what people think of me." Aurora tried to scratch her way out of my grip, scratching at my hands and fingers instead, but I wouldn't let her go that easy, "Would you just let go?! I want to find Ryan and try to stop these stupid rumors!"

"Not until you explain what you meant!" She glared up at me and I thought she might scratch my eyes out as a substitute for my hands, "Brendon... Let. Me. Go."

We began a war of wills until I finally just lost it. "I'm tired of this!" I nearly yelled and the look on her face showed fear for a moment, just a moment, then surprise as I leaned in and kissed her lips. Moving my right hand from her arm to the back of her neck was not only to deepen the kiss but to make sure that she couldn't run away. That was something Aurora had gotten to being a pro at, she ran from her family and friends, her wedding, she tried to run from reality and she tried to run from me, but there was no way I was letting that happen. Not right now anyway.

After what felt like forever, but was not nearly long enough for my taste, she got enough strength to shove me away, "What is wrong with you?! You are sick and twisted Brendon! You smile and laugh at my feelings for you and then you get my hopes up by kissing me! What kind of awful person would do that, would lead people on like that for giggles?!"

The sting of her hand as it made contact with my face hurt, but not even half as much as watching her run away, yet again, and the tears she tried so desperately to wipe away. Most likely so I wouldn't see them. It was an obvious failure because I did.

Being the idiot that I am, I didn't run after her or try to beg for forgiveness like a hero would for their heroine, mostly because I had no idea where that idea had come from.

That still made me the loser band guy, not the hero, and I wouldn't be until I was brave enough to kill the dragon. Metaphorically speaking.

I would never laugh at Aurora crying or-her... feelings for... me...?

WAIT WHAT?!

She just admitted she feels something, probably more then friendship, for you and you didn't chase after her?! Dude! We haven't been with a girl in forever and one that actually likes you, you let get away!
SHUT UP!

I was careful not to shout it aloud, though I was tempted to do it anyway, for fear of being called crazy.

But the voice was right, not in the sense that it wanted a bootycall, but in the sense that she had admitted to liking me, I'd heard it, I'd felt her hand afterwards, I'd had at least ten seconds to process it and reply, to tell her how I felt, and I didn't!

"Oh God, I'm such a damn idiot!" I leaned my back against the nearest wall, closing my eyes in an attempt to block out the world, and began to bang my head, harder each time until tears were in my eyes.

"Brendon, what're you doing? I can see it's not Aurora, but if I were you, I would be." My eyes opened long enough for a few tears to escape and see Ryan's face. I wanted to blame everything on him. Oh GOD, did I want to! But I knew that it wasn't his fault, I was just stupid. "Oh ya know, ruining my chances of ever being with Aurora and not stopping her from running away right after she told me she might feel something for me that's in a 'more then friends' sense. Did you finish telling everyone the lies about me and her being together? You might have to tell them we broke up because she's not gonna want to come within ten feet of me anymore."

Ryan grabbed my shoulders, pulling me away from the wall, then held my chin, turning it so he could look at the left side of my face, "Ouch dude. You're gonna need some serious make up to cover that."

He let go of me and I slammed back into the wall, causing him to sigh, "And as for Aurora, why don't you chase after her now?"

I opened my eyes, blinking my tears away, "Because it's too late?" I questioned, it seemed obvious to me.