Genna kept up by his side and stared him over. Dark brown hair, chocolate brown eyes and fair skin. It was with a sudden jolt that she suddenly remembered who this was. "Brendon? Brendon Urie?!" Genna exclaimed exasperatedly.

He smiled his confirmation and she squealed in delight, throwing her arms around his neck. Brendon seemed taken aback for a split second before laughing and hugging her back.

"This is insane!" Genna said breathlessly, letting him go. The corridors were beginning to empty.

"Yeah, that's what I thought, too. What class do you have now?" he asked.

"I don't! I have an hour before my next class."

"Great! Me neither. Let's go." He led the way and they ended up outside the cafeteria where tables were set up.

Genna was absolutely thrilled. "It's been… years!"

"How old were we?" he pondered. "We were in 7th grade when you moved."

"Yeah. I was twelve. Man. It seems like ages ago!" Genna sat down across from him at an empty table. "Did you move here or are you still in South Carolina?"

"Technically still in Carolina," he said, pushing his hair out of his eyes. "At least my parents still are. But I have to say this now – you're dad! I was absolutely shocked and proud, actually, to see how far he's gone!"

"Oh yeah. Right. He's really happy about it, of course," Genna said.

"I mean, you're practically a celebrity now, aren't you?"

Genna snorted. "Unfortunately."

Brendon laughed but didn't push the subject.

"So are you still in New Jersey?" he asked.

She nodded. "Yeah, I am. With Dad, of course."

"And your mom…?" Brendon trailed off.

"She died," Genna said.

Brendon looked genuinely upset. "I'm sorry to hear it," he said seriously. "What happened, if you don't mind my asking?"

"Not at all," she answered. "She died in a car crash five years ago."

"That's terrible, I'm sorry."

Genna shrugged and said, "I've had plenty of time to dwell over it. But my dad and I got through it okay. We own a couple horses up at the house, so that kept us busy. Still does."

"Horses! You've always wanted horses," Brendon remembered.

Genna laughed once. "You remember the strangest things." Her phone went off. She gave Brendon an apologetic look before answering, "Hey Dad."

"Not stuffed in any lockers yet, are you?"

"Not high school anymore," Genna reminded him.

"Given any autographs?"

"I've actually decided to set up a booth," she answered. "Just to keep things moving."

He laughed. "You win. So how're your classes?"

"Fine. Oh Dad! You'll never believe who I met here!"

"Not a boy. Tell me it's not a boy."
"Well it is, but-."

"The answer is no."

"Shut up! It's Brendon!"

"Sorry?"

"Brendon Urie. Remember? Best friend since we were four?"

"Really?"

"Absolutely!" Genna smiled and made eye contact with Brendon who smiled back.

"That's bizarre. Do you need me to do a background check? Seems like a stalker story to me."

"Dad!"

"Fine. Listen, I have to go, we're about to sit down with the writers."

"All right. Call me tonight. Love."

"Love."

She heard his phone click off and she closed her own.

"Sorry. He said he'd call," Genna apologized.

"You know I've been meaning to get this in – do you remember when we were six and my cousin came to visit?"

"Yes, I do! Um, um, Analeigh!"

"Yeah, she goes here, too."

"No!"

"Yes!"

Genna laughed. "She's older right, a year older?"

"She's a sophomore, yeah."