Ryan ended up leaving around midnight. We had fallen asleep. I'm not sure how long we were sleeping, but I remember briefly waking up because he gave me a kiss on the cheek.

This is ridiculous. I shuffled down the hallway in the dance studio. There were various rooms in this place. I hated it. My room is at the opposite end of the entrance door, and they don't unlock the other doors closer to my room. So, I have to walk all the way around here. What's worse, I'm completely new to everything around here, it's hard trying to remember exactly where I'm going.

"Hey! Wait up!" Someone called from behind me.

I cringed and picked up my pace. Unfortunately, I've never walked all that fast in general. Soon, none other than Brendon Urie was next to me.

"Renna? Didn't you hear me calling you?" He asked, looking over at me. I didn't look at him at all. I didn't want to turn my head. I don't want anything to do with this creep. However... I try not to be completely rude when I can help it.

"Oh, sorry, must not have." I answered back in a very blank voice. I picked my pace up agian. Stupid kid followed right next to me, despite. "Brendon?"

"Yes?" He answered quickly.

"Is there something you need?"

"No... I just wanted to talk to you." He chuckled. What a weirdo. "Are you settling into your place all right?"

"Yes, I love where I live. It's homey, and I have Ryan and Brigette to keep me company."

"Ryan...?" He questioned, sounding as if he was speaking through clenched teeth. I laughed inside my head, to myself, remembering last night. "Can I take you out for lunch and coffee after your rehearsal?"

"I can't drink coffee..." I whipped dryly, an attempt to see if it would turn him away.

"Tea? Anything? Just a small lunch. Please, Renna?" He jumped in front of me and got on his knees, clasping his hands together. His lower lip puckered out and he made a pouty face. His eyes got really wide. Almost looked like he could cry. He's good.

I glared down at him. I hope my face was showing how unamused I am. I crossed my arms over my chest as well. "I'll think about it."

As if I really would.

"Brendon!" a few giddy voices screamed from not too far away. Still on his knees, he peered around me. I turned around, too. Four girls were on their way over to us. In sync they leaned in to each other and whispered something.

I can read lips pretty well and made it out. "Who's that?"

I assumed they were pissy because I had Brendon pleading to me on his knees. Without saying anything more I brushed past Brendon and continued the venture to my room.

Soon, things became very familiar to me, as I remembered certain aspects of the hallways from yesterday and I knew where I was going. I walked into the classroom. My fellow dancers were scattered around, some stretching, others doing their own thing. I spotted Brigette all by her lonesome sitting on the floor. She looked completely zoned out. Her hair fell limply and stuck to her face.

I sat down across from her and waited for a second to see when she would notice me. She really didn't, but that's when I saw it; her upper lip had been fattened.

"Who did it?" I asked, without sounding nosy, rather compassionate.

"Boyfriend." She answered very flatly. More flat than I had ever heard anyone speak. "Well... ex boyfriend." She sniffed and rubbed her lower eyelids a little. "Ren. I hate to ask you this, can I come stay with you for a while?"

"Of course." I leaned over and hugged her.

I remembered what it was like seeing one of my mom's old boyfriends hit her, and sometimes my sister and I. Then when I got older I also met a guy like that; the guy that I'm having a baby with. Being emotionally, and occasionally, physically abused like that makes you feel vulnerable and lonely. I didn't have anyone to hold me, or talk to when it would happen. That's all Brigette needed right now. Her body was shaking and I could tell it was getting harder for her to try not to cry.

She leaned into me a little more, took in a deep breath, and let it all out, "Thanks Ren." She lifted herself up. She no longer looked gloomy. Instead, she was the Brigette I knew. That fast she brightened up. "Hey, he's a loser. I'm fine."

"Good morning ladies!" Marge walzted in, using her cheerful tone. "Start stretching." she finished with a smile.

"So..." I began to Renna. My legs were spread far apart and I leaned towards the tip of my toes, "Brendon asked me out to lunch after this rehearsal."

"Say what!?" She screeched, withdrawing from her stretching position. Also attracting everyones attention. I looked around at the staring eyes, but tried to brush it off as nothing. "What did you say?" she then asked in a small whisper, although the staring was still going on.

"Nice going." I retorted, "Now everyone is all up in our bizznatch." She rolled her eyes at me. I just smiled, "I didn't say anything. More groupies came around, so I left."

"Well..." she trailed off, eyeing me, as we both went back to stretching. Before she started up again, she helped me onto my feet and stood up as well for our heel stretches. "Do you want to?"

"Are you crazy?" This time I attracted attention. "I'm not going anywhere with that fucking idiot."

"Why?"

"You want it numerically? One: I work for him; two: he creeps me out; three: look at all the girls that are constantly around him. Do you want me to die an angry, painful death?"

Brigette simply began laughing nonchalantly, as if my reasons weren't good reasons. We didn't finish our conversation. Every so often she would look up at me and laugh. Brigette makes me feel like I'm back home, before things became unbearable.

Maybe my reasons weren't good ones. Okay, well, the whole being murdered by his groupies is a good reason. I wouldn't doubt it happening. Working for him doesn't sound like a good reason not to go anymore. I should get to know him, because I'm going to be having a lot of physical contact with him. I'm going to be spending ninety-eight percent of my time with him for a while. He does creep me out, but I'm a freak as well; could it really hurt?

All of us girls worked on our routine. Some of us split up into groups to help each other out. I was surprised when a lot of them came to me for help. I don't want to say I'm making friends, but I am for sure starting to get along around here. I had to admit, for Marge almost being forty, she really can move. Our routine is great.

I glanced up at the only clock in the room, rehearsal is done in three minutes. All of the girls were gathering their things together. A knot formed in my stomach, and grew tighter. I forgot all about Brendon. Maybe he forgot. Hopefully he forgot. Maybe I can sneak out and not have anyone notice.

I slipped my sweatpants on and threw a hoodie on over my head. I held on tight to the hood so it would stay on my head, and so I could be sneaky. I slung my duffel bag over my shoulder and hurried out of the room, but enough to stay in the crowd of girls, careful not to be noticed. I peeked around on all sides of me, making sure he was nowhere in sight. The walk through the damn building was a long one, but I made it outside.

I let out a sigh of relief and brushed the hood off my head, flipping my hair a little bit. I began walking a little ways, seeing if I could flag a taxi.

"Hey, let's go!" Someone called and pulled up in a car I didn't recognize. Of course.

Knowing I had been caught, not reluctantly at all, I opened the passenger door and slid in. "Thanks Brendon." I heaved.

"No problem. So, there's this little place called the Beanabox. I love it there, I thought we would go and get some tea, or whatever you like, and they have these awesome finger sandwhiches that they give you. I'm sure you'll like it."

Does this kid ever shut up?

/3

Even though I want to deny it so much, I had a really great time with him. The Beanabox was great for not being so popular. Brendon and I ended up talking about everything and he's really not as bad as I thought. He didn't hit on me. Everything he did was polite and friendly. He did act like a friend. We goofed off while we were in there too.

The next week went by fairly fast. I enjoyed all the band members as I got to know them each day. The day I hung out with Brendon I helped Brigette move in that night. Ryan is over a lot too. Not as romantic with me, but still very sweet. He seems to be getting attached to Brigette. That's alright, they both deserve each other. And they compliment each other very well as a couple.

At dance rehearsals, I went on, worked all the blood and sweat out of me. I grew very sore and suffered from headaches and killer back pain during some days. It only grew worse as that week passed. Still, I couldn't give up on my dream, so I pushed on with it.

Brendon hardly spoke to me at all since our day together. Didn't look at me at all. Just went on with those other girls. Now that I think about it, I hardly see him with the same girls. Ryan says he's almost never home during the night and is out with a new girl.

Sounds like a womanizer to me.