"No, mom, don't cancel your trip, Go. I'll be fine. I promise."
Brendon seemed to be doing much better since the whole accident happened, even the doctors said so. Most of the cuts on his face and head had healed up, even his internal injuries had healed pretty well. Well enough that the doctors were allowing him to go home a few weeks early, which was great.
"But who's going to get you home and make sure you have everything --" His mother began tentively.
"Well, my mother has been working alot lately, I'm sure it wouldn't be a problem if I stayed over for a few days." I insisted quickly. Brendon's mother had came to say goodbye before she left on her trip, but then she began saying how much better it would be if she stayed, and Brendon was trying to convince his mother to continue her plans to go and not cancel her business trip, and me, Becca, and the guys were all over trying to get her to go. All of us knew that he didn't want her to stay when It came to sure an important opportunity that she had been waiting to go for ages.
"We can make sure he get's home alright." Spencer told her quickly.
"And Jon and I don't even live that far from Brendon, If anything goes wrong we'll be right down the street." Ryan insisted quickly.
After a few more mintues of persuading, she finally gave in. "Fine, alright... It seems like you're in good hands."She sighed in deafeat. She stood up from her chair next to Brendon's bed and moved closer to the door. "I'll be back a week from Sunday, call if there's a problem."She told us as she said 'goodbye' and waved as she walked to the front of the hospital.
"Bye, mom." Brendon gave a little wave and smiled.
"Bye, Mrs. Urie." The rest of us chimed in.
The six of us hung out for about another hour or so in Brendon's room, telling jokes and talking. Ryan, Jon, and Becca decided to leave early, we bid our farewells and planned to meet him at the diner on the Monday coming up. (William wholeheartedly went along with reschduleing the meeting after the unfortunate accident.)
The remaining three of us stayed in the room for a bit longer, before I checked the time and realized it was alot later than I thought it was, 9:56 PM. "Hey, you really to go?" I asked Brendon.
"Yeah, just give me a couple mintues to change." He responded as he leaned up from his bed, walking over to where his clothes were folded in a neat pile, his shoes and Converse placed to the side.
"We'll check go and check you out. " Spencer said as he stood up, I followed on his heels, making sure to shut the door behind me.
It didn't take that long to get back to Brendon's house, but the three of us easily struck up conversation to pass the time. By the time we got to his house, it was oly about 10:30.
"Alright, I'll see you guys on Monday. " Spencer waved from his car as we walked to Brendon's door and watched as Spencer drove off down the dimly lit street. Brendon fumbled with the lock until it finally popped open and we both walked in as I set his bag by the staircase.
"I'm really glad you decided to come," Brendon said to me, "things would have gotten pretty monotenous around here if I was by myself."
"I'f your mother would have even let you, " I reminded him with a smirk as we both walked to the kitchen. "Are you hungry?" I asked as I leaned against the counter.
He shrugged, leaning against the counter close to me. "No, I'm alright." he said quietly as he looked down at his shoes. What was wrong with him? Brendon never acted like this. My God, did he not tell us something? Was he dying?! Did he have cancer, or something? Oh God, Oh God...
"Are you alright?" I asked as I looked up at him, worried. He was acting so... strange.
"Yeah." Brendon answered. He took he deep breath. "Do you ever wonder in the morning when you're trying to chose breakfast, let's say that you're really into waffles. Do you ever wonder that if you chose waffles, the waffles might not like you as much as you like them?"
I couldn't help but laugh softly, biting my lip. "Uhm, I guess. I'm pretty sure breakfast foods don't have feelings, though, Bren."
"Hypothetically." Brendon told me. "But, what if, they didn't like you back?"
"I would still eat the freakin' waffles, anyway. It's food."
Brendon sighed, moving his feet around on the linoleum floor. "So you would take your chances?" He asked quietly, and all of a sudden there was a weird seriousness in the room.
"Uhm, yeah." I said quietly. "I would definently take my chances."
Where was he going with this?
