Title: Better off as Lovers shattered_ink
Beta: The amazingly awesome
this is also dedicated to her. She's amazing and has been amazing this last week or so while writing this.
Rating: T for swearing and sexual references
Characters/Parings: Brendon Urie/OC, Patrick Stump, Pete Wentz, Gabe Saporta, Victoria Asher, Spencer Smith, Ryan Ross, Jon Walker
Disclaimer: I do not know any of the people in this fic. This never happened as far as I am concerned. I own Charlie...and that's about it... As far as I know Stump doesn't have a sister...
Title belongs to Fall oyt boy
When Charlie woke up the next day the bus was parked. She checked her window and saw they were in a hotel parking lot. She figured they had made it to San Jose. She found her phone wrapped up in her blankets and checked her messages. There was a missed call and two texts.
The texts were from her brother, ‘When you get up we’re in the hotel. You’re sharing a room with Victoria.’
She had a voice mail message from Brendon. ‘Hey I guess you’re sleeping or something…but I’m in San Jose…call me.’
Charlie stayed in bed for a moment. She checked the time and saw it was about noon: lunch time. Slowly, she got out of the bed and grabbed some clothes. She went to the hotel and found her room; Victoria was on the bed watching TV. Charlie went to the bathroom and got in the shower; it was nice to have a real shower.
After she was dressed in jeans and a tee shirt, she fixed her hair and makeup.
“I’m going out…see ya.” Charlie went to the door; Victoria watched her.
“We were going to all hang out later. Are you going to meet up with us?” Victoria asked.
Charlie leaned in the doorway. “I don’t know. I’m meeting with Brendon. But as far as anyone else is concerned I’m with a bunch of friends.”
“Okay…well I’ll call you when we’re going out.” Victoria gave her friend a small smile.
Charlie returned it and went outside; she pulled her phone out of her pocket and dialed Brendon’s number.
“Hello?” he replied.
“Hey…so I haven’t eaten anything today. Do you want to get lunch or something?”
“Sure. I’m at a café right now drinking coffee…”
Brendon gave her the address and Charlie walked the few blocks up the road to meet him. He was seated at a table in the corner, with a hat on his head and sunglasses. She approached him and sat down.
“You look nice,” he said.
She shrugged. “I was happy to shower at a hotel.”
Brendon smiled. “I know all about that…”
A waitress came over with a pen out and a pad of paper in her hand. “Can I get you something, miss?”
“Um….cup of tea and a hot bagel, please…with cream cheese.”
The woman nodded and went back behind the counter.
“So, you’re here for a day?” Brendon asked.
Charlie nodded. “They play tomorrow night.”
“Yeah, I told Spence and the guys I’ll be back tomorrow.”
“So. South Africa?” she asked.
Brendon nodded, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. “It’s this big festival. We’re playing two dates.”
“Ever been before?”
He shook his head. “No…you?”
“Nope.” She looked as her tea was set down with her bagel.
“Thanks.” Charlie picked the food up and took a bite.
“So what did you want to do today?” Brendon asked.
Charlie looked at him. “I dunno. Let’s avoid alcohol for a start.”
Brendon gave a small chuckle. Charlie smiled back. When he smiled, it warmed her insides and made her feel all…gooey.
She wasn’t even sure if that was a normal analogy, but she liked it…even if it was weird.
“So how has it been, traveling with the Cobras?” Brendon asked.
She shrugged. “It’s been fun. Even if all the guys ever do is fart and laugh at it.”
“But it’s helpful having Victoria. I think she’s liked having a girl around.”
“I told you traveling with the Cobras would work.” Brendon gave her a knowing smile.
She rolled her eyes. “Whatever," but a small smile was on her lips.
An odd silence fell.
“So what should we talk about?” Charlie asked.
“We could play twenty questions. I mean, we’ve known each other for a while but we never talked properly. We could pass random trivia back and forth,” Brendon offered.
Charlie finished her bagel off and nodded. “Okay. You first.”
Brendon laughed. “Oh, you would.” He was silent for a moment as he thought. “Favorite…Dr. Seuss book?”
“Oh my God, you weren’t kidding when you said random trivia.”
Brendon shrugged in a most innocent matter; she rolled her eyes.
“Let me think. I guess Green Eggs and Ham. Patrick used to read it to me all the time when I was little.”
“Good choice. Mine would be…Cat in the Hat.”
“I’ll keep that in mind. So is it my turn to ask?” Charlie inquired.
He nodded. “The floor is all yours, Miss Stump.”
She thought. “Okay. If you could live in any home on TV, which would it be?”
“I really like Bree’s house on Desperate Housewives,” Brendon answered straight off.
Charlie laughed again; she seemed to do that a lot when she was around Brendon. “Why?”
“Because it’s always clean. And I mean, if Bree is doing the cooking, then why not?”
She smirked. “Good point. I went and bought the Desperate Housewives cookbook. Bree’s recipes are the only ones that I’ve gone through and actually cooked. As for what house I want to live in…I liked Buffy’s house.”
Brendon raised an eyebrow. “Charlie Stump, are you telling me that you are a Buffy nerd?”
Charlie frowned. “So what if I am?”
“It’s nothing bad I guess…” Brendon trailed off, looking down at his tea.
“Your turn, Mr. Urie.”
“Okay…um…what’s the longest you’ve gone without sleep?”
“When the seventh Harry Potter book came out, I went to one of the local parties, got the book and stayed up all night reading it.”
“Oh, you are a nerd.”
“Well, if you feel that way about me I can always leave.” Charlie made to stand up but Brendon grabbed her gently by the wrist.
“Don’t go…I’m sorry.”
She smiled and sat back down.
“What about you?”
“Very first time I went on tour. The night before the show I was up all night, I was so nervous. Ryan stayed up with me. We were just so jittery. So of course when we played, we sounded like shit.”
“I bet you guys sounded fine.”
“Don’t even try to be nice about it. We sounded so bad.”
“Whatever. How about…favorite Muppet?”
“Oh, that’s a hard one! Because I love Fozzie…but I love Rowlf the Dog. Miss Piggy was really cool too.”
“I love Miss Piggy…and Animal.”
Brendon for whatever reason was getting excited. “Yeah, Animal was amazing too.”
“Did you ever watch The Muppet Show when it was on?” Charlie asked.
Brendon shook his head. “Mom didn’t believe in television...”
“Oh right…Mormon. God that had to suck.” Charlie replied.
He shrugged. “It was all right. Just wasn't for me, you know?”
“Yeah. Religion has never really been my thing either.“
There was silence before Brendon spoke again.
“Want to go for a walk?”
Charlie stood up. “Sure.”
They put the bill money down on the table and left, walking up the street. They talked for hours, wandering around the city until they couldn’t possibly think of anymore topics to discuss.
“We should go to the Winchester house,” Charlie said suddenly.
“What’s that?” Brendon asked.
“You’ve never heard of it?”
“That’s why I’m asking.”
“It was featured on Ghost Hunters. They didn’t find anything, but it’s a really weird house. The woman kept building and adding on to it. She made rooms that led nowhere. It’s crazy. I’ve always wanted to go. It’s just up the street.”
“So you want to check it out because it’s supposedly haunted?”
She nodded. “Come on, it’ll be fun.” She grabbed him by the hand and dragged him down the street.
At the door, they paid for the full tour. For the middle of the day, their group was pretty big. While the tour guide talked about Sarah Winchester's weird paranoia, Charlie and Brendon slipped into the ballroom.
“Wow, this is massive,” Brendon commented.
Charlie did a twirl. “It’s beautiful. Must have been nice for family weddings and shit.”
Brendon went up to her and took her by the hand; they did a simple mini waltz while he hummed the tune to ‘That Green Gentlemen.’
There was a clearing of the throat from the doorway and they turned to see the tour guide. Apparently they were going to come into this room next. “If you wouldn’t mind re-joining the group, please. We can’t have guests go off and get lost. It’s very easy to do in this house.”
Charlie just laughed and they went back to the group, their hands still linked. When the tour ended, Charlie was shocked at how late it had gotten. “Patrick is going to be wondering where I am.”
He nodded, “Do you want to get breakfast before I leave for Vegas tomorrow?”
Charlie nodded, “Yeah. Same place as this morning?”
“Okay. I’ll see you then.”
There was an awkward silence before Charlie pecked him on the cheek and then took off running up the street.
Brendon watched her go until she was no longer in sight. He sighed and turned in the opposite direction, heading for his hotel.
“There you are!” Patrick called when he saw his sister walk up to the hotel a few minutes later. He pocketed his cell phone. “Where have you been?”
“I went to the Sarah Winchester house.” Charlie stuck her hands in her jeans pocket; it wasn’t a total lie.
Gabe came out of nowhere and picked her up. “We’re going to all get some dinner, you coming?”
“Only if you put me down,” she said simply.
“Oh, come on. I thought I’d just carry you down Main Street until we find some place to eat.” Gabe replied.
“You can carry me piggy back if you want,” Charlie offered.
Gabe set her down and then with help from Andy she got up on Gabe’s back. Her legs wrapped around his waist and her arms around his neck. Gabe’s hands went to hold her legs in place. “All right, let’s go get some food,” he said.
So they all walked down the street until they found a neat-looking restaurant. They sat at tables in the back and chatted mindlessly.
Towards the end of the meal Brendon sent Charlie a message and she was in the middle of responding when she felt like she was being watched. Closing her phone she looked up to see Patrick. “Whatcha doing?” he asked.
“What does it look like I'm doing, dumbo?”
“Texting your mystery boyfriend?”
She knew from the tone in his voice that he wasn't serious so she just put on a dramatic face. “Oh yeah, 'cause I know so many guys. For all you know I could be texting Gabe. He's my secret lover.” It was perfect timing, because Gabe had been texting someone.
Patrick looked over with a curious look on his face.
“Even if that was true,” Gabe began, “you couldn't even think of hurting me. I'm a lot bigger then you.”
Patrick shrugged. “You're not really my sister's type anyways.”
Charlie almost spit out her Sprite. “How do you know what my type is?”
“You've had boyfriends before...” Patrick said slowly.
“Yeah, and they lasted what, a week? You and Pete scared everyone off. Well Pete, maybe.” Charlie ate a french fry from her brother's plate.
“I could scare someone off if I wanted to.” He defended.
“Okay, you keep telling yourself that dearest brother.” She turned back to the remains of her dinner and finished what was on her plate before pulling her phone out to reply to Brendon.
“I scared you when we were younger.”
“Yeah, because you were my big brother, who, at the time, was bigger than me. Now I'm bigger than you.”
“By two and a half inches.”
“That's still two and a half inches that she has and you don't,” Gabe pointed out.
“I love you, Gabe.”
“I know you do.”
She looked back at her brother. “Don't even try and come up with a comeback. Just save it.”
Patrick frowned. “One of these days, Charlie...I'll get you back.”
“Uh huh...and by then I'll be the Queen of Sheba, right?”
“Oh, shut up.” But Patrick was smiling now.
Charlie kissed him on the cheek. “Love you.”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah.”
Charlie and Brendon’s relationship went on in secret for awhile. After he returned from South Africa he’d fly to a few of the cities just to see her. When they were together they would just talk for hours until she’d get an alert saying she’d need to get back to the venue or something. Saying goodbye was always the hardest.
The tour ended on the seventeenth and Charlie was home in Chicago for about a week before she flew out to Vegas for what she told Patrick was a weekend with her friends. He hadn’t yet picked up on how much she was gone during the tour, but he did think it odd when she just left for Vegas.
After she went through customs and was in a taxi, Charlie pulled her phone out to call Brendon.
Spencer picked up. "Hello?"
“Hey, Spence. Could I talk to Brendon?”
“Okay…” There was silence and then Brendon was on the line. “Hey.”
She smiled when she heard his voice. “Hey, I’m on my way. We’re just going down the strip right now.”
“Okay, awesome. You want me to order a pizza or something?”
“Yeah, I’m starving.” Charlie glanced out the window, looking at the sights and signs for various casinos and performers.
“Okay. I’ll see you soon.”
She smiled. “Okay. Bye.”
Once she hung up, Charlie texted Patrick letting him know that she had arrived in Vegas safe and sound.
The taxi pulled up outside Brendon’s apartment building about ten minutes later. The driver got out to get her luggage while she texted Brendon letting him know she was outside. He was out there with her in a matter of seconds. She paid the driver and then they carried her stuff inside.
“How was the flight?” Brendon asked after returning from putting Charlie's bags in the guest room.
“It was okay. Lucky for me, there was lots of turbulence.”
Brendon made a face. “That must have sucked.”
She nodded, dropping her backpack on the floor and then flopping down on the sofa.
Brendon brought her a plate with pizza and she took it gratefully. He sat beside her and an almost awkward silence fell as they ate.
When Charlie finished, she set her plate on the coffee table. “So...?”
Brendon looked at her, a small smile creasing his lips.
“What is it?” Charlie asked.
He leaned in towards her and kissed her. She was caught off guard, but was smiling when he pulled away.
“Was that okay?” Brendon seemed scared, like he had done the wrong thing. Charlie couldn't help but laugh.
“Yeah, it was fine.”
He smiled. “All right...cool.”
Charlie just laughed. She kissed him again and relaxed into his arms before they turned on the television.
When she woke up the next morning Charlie was in a bed. She thought for a moment about the previous night. There hadn't been any drinking involved; she had made sure of that. But she did remember doing the one thing with Brendon that had almost screwed up their relationship entirely five months before. A smile crossed her lips as she remembered everything, the entire evening in detail. While flipping through channels, they had kissed again, but they didn't stop at that. She hadn't exactly planned on her vacation taking this turn. When Charlie had asked Brendon if she could come visit, sex had been the farthest thing from her mind. Okay, maybe not the farthest.
She turned her head towards the faint sunlight that was coming through the window. She was alone in the bed and sat up. She was going to look for Brendon when the door to the room opened.
“Oh, good. You're awake.” He was smiling at her. “I made breakfast.”
Charlie cocked her head to the side. “You cook?”
“Of course I can cook.” Brendon set the tray with the food down.
Charlie moved the pillows so she could lean back in them and covered herself with the sheet. The plate had French toast which had been drenched in maple syrup.
“It looks good.” She gave him a small smile.
He handed her a napkin before getting in the bed beside her.
“Your feet are cold,” Charlie commented as she cut her food.
She rolled her eyes. “It's fine, you dork.”
Charlie ate the food and was nearly finished when her phone rang. It was 'I Don't Care' letting her know it was Patrick.
“Where is my phone?” Charlie asked, looking around the room for the source of the music.
Brendon found her jeans and tossed the phone to her.
Charlie held up her finger to indicate Brendon should be quiet before she answered.
“Ello guvnor,” Charlie greeted.
“You're in a good mood...”
“It's a beautiful day in Vegas, is all.”
“Okay, well, I just wanted to call you and let you know that we're going on tour at the end of the summer. I didn't know if you'd want to or not but you could come along, sell stuff for us again.”
“Does this make me the official Fall out Boy merch prostitute?” Charlie asked in all seriousness.
“Yeah, I guess so.”
“Who are you touring with?”
“Blink 182 and Panic. Panic is on the tour for about a month and we'll continue on with Blink.”
Charlie's eyes went wide. “Yeah, I'd love to go.” She was struggling to contain her excitement.
“Okay. I'll give you all the details when you get home.”
“All right, cool. I'll talk to ya later.”
Charlie hung up the phone and smiled at Brendon, “Were you aware that your going on tour with Fall out Boy and Blink 182 at the end of the summer?”
“No...did Patrick just find out?”
She shrugged. “Suppose so.”
Brendon grabbed his cell phone off of the floor and checked his messages. He nodded after a moment. “That was Spencer. He was calling to tell me about the tour.”
Charlie smiled. “We'll get to see each other more.”
“Yeah, but...Patrick doesn't even know about this. So unless you tell him, it's not like we can hang out all the time without arousing suspicion.”
She sighed. “I know.” She looked away a moment, then back to Brendon. “I'll tell him. And if he doesn't like it then he's just going to have to deal with it. I'll move out if I need to.”
Brendon was silent and watched as she went back to eating her food, “I feel like I'm making you choose...me or Patrick.”
Charlie swallowed her food. “I can't live with him always. And he needs to learn to let me go eventually. I don't know.” She leaned back into the bed. “It's not his fault. He promised mom when I was born he'd always take care of me. He has taken care of me, but I don't know if he's realized I can take care of myself.” She gave Brendon a smile. “It's okay. And don't feel like I'm having to choose. I wouldn't be with you if I thought I had to choose between family or a guy I like.”
Brendon gave her a coy smile. “I hope it's a bit more than just like.”
She giggled, “Well, yeah, now it's a bit more than like.”
His smile grew wider before he kissed her. She leaned into him, returning the kiss. Charlie was on her back with Brendon gently kissing her. Her leg spread a bit before she broke the kiss and looked at the plate still in the bed. The food had been finished but it would still make a mess.
Brendon followed her gaze, he picked it up and set it on the floor before returning to Charlie's arms.
He kissed her again, gently.
“We really shouldn't...” Charlie murmured as his lips went to her neck.
“I just don't think...we should spend the entire...three days I'm here having sex.”
“We won't.” He bit her earlobe gently. “I don't know when we'll see each other again once you leave. Might not be until the tour.”
“We'll see each other before then.”
“Still, though.” He kissed her again.
“Oh, whatever.” She smiled, and their lips were together again.