Your Eyes Are The Size Of The Moon

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Fan Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic

Brendon Urie loved Stephanie Richards, but that all ended for reasons he wishes to not divulge. Is he able to win her heart again?

I'm no Barbie doll; I'm not your baby girl
So I've done ugly things and I have made mistakes
And I'm not as pretty as those girls in magazines
I am rotten to my core if they're to be believed
So what if I'm no baby bird, hanging upon your every word?
Nothing ever smells of roses that rises out of mud...


Stephanie sang with her heart into the microphone that was nestled in her hand as she pranced around the stage, her hair flopping in her face as he banged her head to the beat of the song. She was a natural. She had so much stage presence that you couldn't help but watch her when she performed. That was exactly what I was doing right now; gazing at her from the side of the stage as she launched into the chorus;

Why do you love me, why do you love me?
Why do you love me, it's driving me crazy.
Why do you love me, why do you love me?
Why do you love me, it's driving me crazy.
I get back up and I do it again
I get back up and I do it again
I get back up and I do it again
I get back up...and I do it again

You're not some baby boy
Why you acting so surprised?
You're sick of all the rules
Well I'm sick of your lies
Now I've held back a wealth of shit I think I'm gonna choke
I'm standing in the shadows with the words stuck in my throat
Does it really come as a surprise when I tell you I don't feel good?
That nothing ever came from nothing and oh man, ain't that the truth


She belted out another chorus after the verse with the voice that made go weak. Then the lights dropped and it all went quiet, save for a soft strumming of guitar;

I think you're sleeping with a friend of mine
I have no proof, but I think that I'm right.
And you've still got the most beautiful face
It just makes me sad most of the time.


Yet another chorus came out of her, and as the song ended, she refused to let this die, so she pranced about and swung the microphone wire around her neck and her arms before she gave in and the last beat of the drum sounded. The crowd went wild, and I could see why. She grinned at her bandmates before turning to the screaming crowd.
"This is The Beatles' 'Eight Days A Week' and is the last song we're playing tonight, so it'd mean a lot to us if you sing along as loud as you can." She said into the mic and the song began. She put every last ounce of energy she had left into that song; singing perfectly, banging her head forcefully to the beat, even getting on her knees and high-fiving the fans who had been pushed against the stage. When the song ended, once again, the crowd screamed the place down and she smiled.
"Thanks for coming tonight, you've been fucking amazing!" With that, she and her bandmates left the stage. They walked past me, not noticing I was there, picked up a bottle of water each and headed off backstage, talking about how much adrenaline they got, even though it was only a small gig in a bar. Steph suddenly stopped, turned and looked at me, frowning slightly.
"Brendon."
"Hey." She opened her bottle of water and drank from it heavily.
"You do know that we broke up 6 months ago, or did it just slip your mind? Things often slip your mind, don't they?"
"What do you mean?"
"Don't tell me you don't remember why we broke up! You slept with your ex!" She exclaimed, folding her arms.
"I told you before, it wasn't like that! She came back to me and said that she would kill herself if I didn't do it! She had gone crazy!"
"I don't want another argument Brendon. I've just had a really good gig, and an argument will ruin it."
"I know." A silence hung over us for a few moments.
"Brendon, why are you here?"
"I just wanted to see how you were." I said meekly. It was a complete lie.
"Well, I'm fine."
"I can see that."

Another silence. Time seemed to pass by like ice ages. I swear I could feel myself growing older in this silence where we stared at the floor or into outer space.

"Well, what an interesting and heated conversation we have going on here." I smiled at her sense of humour; the same sense of humour that kept me going all through the day. Another silence; waiting for one of us to say something. God, I hated silences, especially awkward ones like this. There were so many things I wanted to say; I wanted to tell her I loved her and I was sorry for what I did, but the words just got stuck in my throat. I couldn't take this anymore. I opened my mouth and anything that fell out would have to do.
"Steph, marry me." I blurted out. Not what I was planning to say just yet, but at least it broke the silence.
"What?"
"I've missed you so much. I'm a mess without you. You're the only person that makes me feel so happy, and I want that for the rest of my life." I waited for an answer and braced myself for some shouts and a slap, but I got nothing, so I carried on.
"I was going to ask you before we broke up, but things got little out of hand." I got down on one knee and produced a ring from my pocket.
"Stephanie Richards, will you marry me?"
"Yes." She gasped and I got up so she could fall into my arms. I took her hand and slipped the ring onto her finger before planting a soft kiss on her lips. She tasted just like she used to.
"I love you Brendon."
"I love you too Steph." I smiled and kissed her forehead before holding her tightly in my arms.

I was whole again.


Submitted: August 11, 2008

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NikiFM

Hey it's good

Tue, August 19th, 2008 9:53pm

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thanks =D

Wed, August 20th, 2008 11:31am

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