It was 2009 when Taylor met Brendon Urie and Ryan Ross and straight away Brendon fell for Taylor, how couldn't he?

She was gorgeous, funny, sweet, caring and perfect for him, he loved the way her blue eyes shined, the way her red lips looked like roses and the way she laughed, he could sit and listen to her laugh all day.

They spent weeks together, the three of them, walking around the streets of New York, going out for meals, spending evenings together laughing in each others hotel rooms and just enjoying each others company, but more and more Brendon was falling in love with her.

Every time he saw her, and any chance he got, he would just stare at her, her gorgeous face, everything she said, he took in, clinging onto every word, not letting them go.

Brendon wasn't one to share his feelings without talking to his friends first, incase they knew anything he didn't and he didn't want to be made a fool of, so he spoke to the person he trusted the most, he decided to speak to Ryan about it one day, when they were about to go on stage for rehearsals, he pulled him aside and thinking about everything carefully before he spoke:

"Listen man, I really like Taylor, since the minute I saw her I've been falling more and more in love with her, I love being around her and I think I should tell her, what do you think I should do?!"

Brendon prepared himself for Ryan's answer, but before Ryan could answer they were pulled on stage, they didn't get to speak about it again.

That night the three of them were supposed to meet up for a meal, but when Brendon turned up at the restaurant, neither Ryan nor Taylor were anywhere to be seen, he headed back to his hotel room, checking everything, time, restaurant booking, date, he was sure everything was right, so why weren't they there? He brushed it off as him not paying attention and went to sleep, thinking about Taylor and how he could tell her how he felt.

The following day Brendon was on his way to breakfast when he bumped into Ryan and Taylor walking down the corridor, they seemed to be holding hands, his heard immediately sunk, he knew what was coming, but confused, he asked them where they were last night and Ryan simply replied,

"Didn't you get my text? We changed the restaurant at the last minute, we thought you knew, anyway man we have some good news, me and Taylor are a thing now."

"Oh.. right, I - I didn't know, hey man that's great, congrats."

He brushed past them and went back into his hotel room where he sat on the edge of the bed, and let the anger build up.

Brendon didn't know what to say, the person he trusted the most, the only person that knew how he felt about Taylor, had gone and asked her out with full intention of hurting Brendon. More and more anger built up, so much that Brendon couldn't stand it, so he grabbed his guitar and played it as loud as he could, he didn't care about the people in the rooms next door, he didn't care how hard he was strumming the strings, all he wanted to do, was smash everything in sight.

Brendon put his guitar down, and for the first time in years, he cried, he cried over a girl, he cried over his best friend betraying him, he cried over everything he could think of. He cried because he was so head over heels in love with her and there wasn't a single thing he could do about it.

He stopped hanging around with them and eventually stopped speaking to them both, because the pain was just too strong for him to even be near Taylor without wanting to say how he felt, and without wanting to hurt Ryan for what he did, but he knew he couldn't, because he wasn't that type of person, he couldn't hurt his best friend, even if he hurt him.