"You've got to be kidding me!" I gaped.

"No, I swear to God. She didn't even apologize to the kid!" Brendon told me as he took another drink of his Coke.

Even though I had only known Brendon Urie for only a few months, it seemed like I had know him forever. I wished that every guy could be like Brendon; sweet, funny caring. He was probably one of the best things that I happened to me since I was forced to move to Summerlin. After the problems my mother, brother, and I had back home, things were pretty hectic, out of place. During the first month of living in Summerlin, it didn't change much. I was pretty convinced that my mother had been wrong about moving. Then, I was introduced to Brendon and his friends at school, and things seem semi-normal again. And ever since then, this is how we usually spent our nights. Sitting on the curb out in front of my house, drinking Coke, and telling insane stories. He meant alot to me, so I was happy to be able to spend time with him outside of school. And since it was the summer after the end of senior year, we had all the time in the world. The one thing about it I didn't like, though, everyone was talking about the future, and college, plans. God, my family could barely afford tuition for one kid, but two?

Suddenly, Brendon stood up, setting the empty glass soda bottle on the curb. He looked down at his watch and bit his lip. "Whoops, curfew."He said quickly, pulling his hoodie on. "See you tomorrow?" he asked, giving me a hug.

"Yep, I'll be here." I smiled.

"Alright. Bye, Kaylin." He called as he jogged lightly across the street to his house.

Brendon and I had never been "together" but I have to say, we were really close. If something happened to him... God, I would die.

I grabbed his empty bottle up from the curb, walking up the driveway to my house. I could hear my mom in the living room watching T.V, and my brother probably wasn't even home, he usually never was, he had "more important things to do". Walking into the kitchen, I dropped the empty bottles into the recycling.

"I think I'm going to go to bed." I said to my mom as I headed for the staircase. "Good night." Might as well.

"Night. Love you." I heard her call from the living room as I made my way up to my room. It was usually always quiet at night in my house, except on occasion when Ian and my mom got into arguments over things like his education. Which, frankly, I didn't get. Ian was one of the smartest guys in every one of his classes, and it seemed like he had the whole rest of his life planned out perfectly. My mom, on the other hand, thought that his plans were all wrong, which is usually why the fights would break out. Hell, I didn't even know how the fights started. I figured I need to stay out of it, though. There was no reason to get involved.

I threw my jacket onto my bed and glanced over at the digital alarm clock on my small bedside table. 10:45 P.M. It's not like I had anything important to stay up for, tomorrow was Saturday, Brendon, the rest of the guys, and my best friend Becca had planned to meet some guy named William at the diner up the street. Apparently, the guys want us to meet him. Really bad. Knowing them, it had to be a meeting that involved something good for Ryan's, Spencer's, Jon's, and Brendon's band. Their band was just the four of them, Panic! at the Disco. All of them had dreams of getting signed, and I didn't doubt that they would in the future.

Pulling on some sweats and I tank-top, I climbed into bed, pulling the blankets tightly over me. I had so much on my mind, it seemed hard to focus on one thing at a time. My mom, Ian, But, eventually, sleep came over me.

When I woke up the next morning, I had three missed calls and four texts from Spencer, and four missed calls and six text messages from Becca. None from Ryan, Jon, or Brendon. Huh. I leaned up groggily in bed, holding the phone to me ear as I called Becca back.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Becca, is everything --"

"Kaylin! I've been trying to get to you all morning." Her voice seemed quick and paniced.

"Calm down, what's wrong?" I asked.

"It's Brendon... He's hurt... really bad."