I Don’t Mind (Brendon Urie | One-Shot)

The breakup is the worst part of any relationship. All the time spent with that special someone, its now wasted. You remember all those things -- what you loved about that person. Even their flaws, hell at some point you thought they were cute. Even when you were annoyed at them, you forgave them.

Yet, I don’t mind. I don’t mind at all, about all the time we’ve spent together, the passion we had when we were together.

Now I am nothing. I became nothing when I fell. Thanks to that special someone. They told me something -- something I never thought I would hear from them. At first I didn’t believe them, I was in denial. I was, until I saw them with another special someone.

I have never cried so much in my life. Not even when I was a little kid, thinking it would be cool to jump high of the swing set.

I was wrong. Terribly wrong.

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“I don believe you,” I said flatly. This had to be a joke. We’ve been together too long, been through way to much together. That prick was breaking up with me. Doesn’t even have a good reason. Just: Oh I need a break.

“That’s not good enough Brendon!” I screamed, “Just tell me the damn truth.”

Those dark brown eyes that I used to love just to stare into, the same ones that used to make me blush, were now on his shoes. Speechless. He was never the best at ending things. Neither of us were.

“I don’t love you anymore,” he said quietly, obviously not having enough courage to look me in the eyes and give it to me straight. His words hurt, more than anything else.

How could I be so blind? The signs were there, becoming more distant, not much talking, even sleeping next to each other was a sign. No more of his comforting arm wrapped around me while I slept, closely snuggled up to his body. Though sometimes his light snoring was irritating, it somehow managed to let me fall asleep.

And waking up next to him might be even better.

Somehow he always was up before be, his hand tracing random patterns on my skin or tangling up my hair. The touch was relaxing, it just had this affect on me.

“Oh,” I said, feeling completely stupid. There really isn’t a way to respond to that. Unless you just go on with this crazy rampage, how stupid; wrong you think they are.

“Yeah,” replied Brendon, a hand rubbing the back of his neck, “I’m moving out later today, so um I’m going to get some boxes.”

All I could was nod my head numbly, while he mumbled, before walking out our -- now former apartment door.

I cant stay here.

Watching him move out, watching him leave, I just cant. Tears finally started to spill through my eyes. I grabbed a thin sweatshirt before walking out the apartment also. Making sure not to follow his way out.

It was a little bit of a hall, but I walked all the way to Ryan’s. Out of band, Ryan is my best friend. He was the one who practically set Brendon and I up. If it wasn’t for him we would have never dated. Now though. . .

God, I remember the first time I saw that boy.

He was on stage, singing, guitar in hands. He had the biggest most happiest smile on his face. He was sweaty, but playing a concert in the heat, who would be. His hair was just above his eyes, big brown eyes. I’m a sucker for those eyes. And lips.

“Lore?” asked Ryan in disbelief, now I was standing on his front porch, face all red, vision was blurry from all the crying I had done. Somehow I managed to get here safely.

All I could do was nod my head, in shame. Never did I think I would be at his front steps over a breakup with Brendon. Maybe because I never thought we would. Maybe because I was leaving soon, since it’s the end of summer to return back home and go back to school.

Without saying a word, Ryan pulled me inside, just wrapping his frail thin arms around me in a hug. My arms hung limply at my sides, letting him do all the hugging. After moments of silence I explained everything. What was all said, and how Brendon was now moving out of the apartment.

“He didn’t tell me anything, so it’s all new.” said Ryan after all the explaining. “From what I saw he was very much in love with you, why he would do something so stupid is beyond me.”

“I. . . I don’t get it either,” I managed out, wiping the last of my tears away.

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A few weeks have passed since that fucked up night. Brendon was no longer in the apartment, I don’t even know where he is currently living. I know it isn’t with Ryan, because that’s my temporary residence, until I get sell the apartment, and pack my shit up and go back home.

Thank god this whole ordeal is over. Of course I miss him, his stupid jokes that never failed to make me laugh, his arms that stayed locked around me, keeping me warm, (though I was never really cold, it was a good excuse).

Now he was gone. Our relationship is gone.

Lately my time has been spent with William Beckett. A good friend. With out him, I’d most likely still be a wreck.

He’s been a good friend, since I met Brendon. I kind of always a had secret crush on him, well more of admired him. He’s just a sweetheart. You cant not like that boy. But then Brendon came along, pretty much sweeping me off my feet.

Brendon is very charming, let me be the first to tell you.

He could get anyone to smile too. Though he was more outgoing, William had this cute, shy, thing going on for him. Which is totally adorable.

I should have stuck with William. Going with Brendon led me to this.

Which at the moment is nothing, absolutely nothing.

“Lore you coming?” asked William. Currently, we were sitting in his hotel room.

A party is going to be at Ryan’s. I just tagged along with William, having nothing else to do. Plus he helps get my mind off you know who. Being Ryan’s best friend, let alone band mate he obviously was going to be there right when the party started.

“Huh?” I asked, “Oh yeah, coming.”

He only smiled, holding his hand out for me to take, of course I did. He looked stunning. Though it was a simple pair of nicely fitting black jeans, and a buttoned up shirt, with a skinny black tie, the boy looked good. I couldn’t help but stare.

And I stood next to him in a rustic red dress, with yellow and blue floral print over it, spaghetti straps, just low cut enough to look good, not enough to look like… well a whore.

Pushing the elevator button, William was still holding onto my hand and the cheesy, typical elevator music played, he glanced at me for a short second with a smile on his face, just before the doors opened, letting us out.

Walking into the party was a completely different atmosphere. Immediately I felt suffocated and tense. He must be here already.

After being introduced to a few people I saw him. Chatting with Ryan, a pretty brunette girl latched on his arm.

Ryan noticed my blank stare and waved me over by him.

Was that man insane?

I couldn’t go by Brendon now, not after all that has happened and especially when he’s with another girl. Hesitantly, cautiously I walked over by Ryan, standing close to him, his arm was wrapped around me in a friendly, reassuring way.

I managed a small, yet weak smile to Ryan and a polite smile to Brendon and his date.

Even though we aren’t on good terms, it wouldn’t be right to be a complete bitch. Though I have every right to, just.. It didn’t seem like the time nor the place to be a bitch. If anything, he said he didn’t need me, he didn’t love me. Well fuck him. I don’t need nor love him anymore either.

I am fine on my own.

“Lore this is Brooke, Brendon’s um-”

“Girlfriend,” said Brendon, butting into Ryan’s words.

“Oh,” I said flatly. I looked up where her hand was reached out, for me to take. I did, managing a small smile and hello. She seems like a nice girl. I bet she doesn’t even know that Brendon and I dated, probably some innocent girl who he would break up with soon too. Join the damn club.

“Brendon’s told me a lot about you,” she smiled “Only nice things though.”

I smiled back, Brendon wouldn’t dare look in my direction. I excused myself going to find William before anymore awkward conversation could occur.

“You okay?” asked William. Soon as I found him, I wrapped my arms around his waist, my heads resting against him. I just nodded in response.

The night quickly passed along. Brendon stuck with his girlfriend, and I hung out with William and whoever he was socializing with. He didn’t seem to mind me tagging along with him the whole time. If anything he smiled, keeping affectionate gestures, such as keeping an arm around me, hugging me, even kissing the top of my head.

Yet the whole night I felt like I was being watched, especially when William led me outside.

“How are you doing?” asked Will, his arms rested gently upon my waist.

“Pretty good.”

“I’m having a nice time hanging out with you tonight.” he smiled, his face moving closer to mine, slowly.

“Me too,” I replied. Much as I think William is an extraordinary guy, I am not over Brendon, and if William is doing what I think he is, I don’t want too.

His breaths became shorter as he moved closer to me, before I could do anything the back door closed with slam, making us both jump, a shadow walking away, getting swallowed into the crowd.

“We should go back inside,” I said, untangling myself from Will. He sighed, following me inside. I quickly walked away before he could find me.

Walking into the living room Brendon sat on the couch, his date next to him. I took a seat next to Ryan. A break from William.

“Hey,” grinned Ryan, wrapping an arm around me, squeezing me closer to his body before releasing me.

“Hey,” I smiled back.

“Where’s lover boy?” spat Brendon. We all looked in his direction.

I didn’t know what to say. I was in shock of his choice of words. How dare that little prick say anything to me about having an interest in someone. He’s the one who broke up with me. Not other way around.

I couldn’t take it.

I stood up, looking down at the ground, quickly wiping away a tear before marching upstairs into the bathroom.

Somehow his words stung.

They just got to me. I suppose holding in a lot of needed crying since I started hanging out with Will could be part of it. Because William just seemed to make it all better. He seemed to take everything away. My thoughts of Brendon didn’t exists when he was around.

I kept pushing Brendon into the back of my mind when I was around him.

Finally a break down.

Sitting on the bathtub ledge, tissue paper in my hands, wiping away tears every so often, I heard a light knock on the door. At first I ignored the knock, not really giving a damn. Then it continued, more urgent, more annoyed that whoever it was, was being ignored.

“What?” I snapped opening the bathroom door. There stood Brendon. A pissed off Brendon was never good, because very rare did he get mad. More of a happy person, with a beautiful smile on his face.

“Why’d you just leave?” he asked, walking into the bathroom, closing the door behind him.

“Why do you care?” I questioned back.

“Answer the damn question!” he shouted, already becoming frustrated.

“No,” I replied, looking at him, “Why the hell do you give a damn anyways? Shouldn’t you be down there with Brooke.”

“Don’t bring her into this,” he said calmly as he could.

“Well don’t bring Will into this. If you don’t remember, you’re the one who broke up with me in the first place. So don’t you dare,” I poked a finger against his chest, “come in here bombarding me with questions, since after all you don’t love me anymore. You left me. So why’d you come here in the first place?”

He didn’t answer. Just stood there looking at me.

A small smile soon came across his lips, “Because I love you.”

I starred at him in shock, in disbelief.

“Are you out of your mind!?” I shouted again, I’m sure everyone downstairs could hear us.

Brendon didn’t say anything. Slamming his lips against my own, his hands gripped my face, he was not letting go. I was mad, he breaks up with me, and now decodes to kiss me? When he has a girlfriend. But I gave in. I always gave into his lips. My arms wrapped tightly around his neck. By the time we were down kissing, we were both panting.

“I missed you,” he mumbled against my hair, as we held each other.

“Why did you really breakup with me Brendon? I need to know.”

“I was stupid,” I laughed a little at his response, “I guess I thought it would be easier to brake up with you then hold a long distance relationship when you had to leave.”

“We could have worked it out,” I replied in a mumble against his shirt. This felt good; right, being in his arms.

“Could have?” he questioned, pulling me away from him, raising an eyebrow as he spoke.

“You have a girlfriend Brendon.”

“I know. She’s beautiful, funny, and is standing right in front of me.”