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08 March 2008 @ 09:18 pm
high life scenery - five: bringin' on the heartbreak. [part 1]  
[x] Haha, so we're back again with chapter five.
So, school's out and summer's about to begin, hopefully we'll be quick with updating. This entire chapter will be in Matt's POV unless stated otherwise. So, enjoy reading and don't forget to comment! :D
Chapter title and cut text is from "Bringin' On The Heartbreak" by Def Leppard.



Unit 815 Bel Air Summit
2301 Roscomare Road
Los Angeles, California 90077


August 8, 2007
3:30pm




Lizz


“Laceeeeeeeeyy! Brendon just called; he said he’s almost near to pick you up!” I relayed the information the boy Lacey is dating recently just gave me to her. I had to scream out loud since she was inside the bathroom, taking a shower.

“OH FUCK. I just started shampooing!”

“Well, you better hurry, honey.”

“Yeah, I’m trying to – OW!” Lacey yelped, followed by a string of curses.

“What happened in there?” I asked, pressing my ear against the bathroom door.

“The fucking shampoo fell on my toes! Motherfucker!”

I didn’t have any other choice but to laugh at her. That’s my sister for you, a very strong curser. If I’m not mistaken, she can curse in 5 different languages (or maybe that’s just me exaggerating). “Calm down, Lace. You’re just nervous. Jesus Christ, you’re acting like you’re going on your first date with this boy.”

I waited to get a reply, but no answer came. The water inside was running so I guess she can hardly hear me anymore. I shrugged and went back to my original place, sitting on our comfortable red suede sofa in the middle of the living room, watching 10 Things I Hate About You. With a bowl of popcorn in my hand, I resumed playing the DVD but it wasn’t until seconds later that the doorbell rang.

That must be Brendon,

I again got up from my seat, walked towards the door and opened it, revealing Brendon Urie. “Hey, lookin’ good, eh?” He was dressed up in a red polo, dark denim jeans (they’re pretty tight, I must say) and an awesome pair of sneakers.

“This old thing? Nah.” He laughed and went inside as I opened the door wider for him. “So is Lacey ready?”

I was about to answer him when I heard the bathroom door in our bedroom open. There was visible running around the room and then the sound of hangers being pushed back and forth. “Knock yourself out,” I tell Brendon, “you can help her if you want to. I still have a movie to finish.”

Brendon shrugged and walked towards the slightly open door that led to the bedroom. “Lacey?”

The moment Brendon spoke out Lacey’s name, I heard a loud yelp come from the bedroom. My head turned to Brendon’s direction and I could hear him stuttering out an apology. I couldn’t help but laugh a bit when the slightly red-faced vocalist sat down beside me.

“Excited much, are we?” I raised an eyebrow at him and a mischievous smile.

“It was an accident, shut– ”

“Sssh! It’s my favorite part and I don’t wanna miss it!” I shushed him accompanied with a glare. 10 Things I Hate About You is mine and Lacey’s favorite movie and the part where Heath Ledger is about to sing to Julia Stiles is coming up and I don’t want anyone interrupting me singing along to “Can’t Take My Eyes Off Of You”.

“I love you, baby! And if it’s quite alright, I need you baby to warm a lonely night! I love you baby, trust in me when I say…”

Brendon burst out laughing but I continued to show off my singing skills. Just then, Lacey finally came out of the bedroom. “Hey, don’t make fun of my sister AND Heath Ledger!” Brendon stood up from the couch and walked towards Lacey, giving her a smile and a small peck on the lips.

“Aww…so where are you guys going?’

“I don’t know, maybe hang out at Starbucks or somewhere like the mall?”

“Well, wherever you go, enjoy the paparazzi chasing you around.”

“We’ll be on the down low.”

They soon left the apartment and went on their date before Brendon leaves tomorrow for Las Vegas and won’t be back in LA until God knows when. The movie was almost nearing to an end with Julia Stiles reading the poem she made for Heath when suddenly, the house phone rang.

“DAMNNIT!” I was forced to pause the movie just when Julia was about to say the last lines of the poem. I would have to rewind it back to the start of the poem. “Hello?” I answered with a tone of annoyance.

“Lizzie, honey?”

“Mom?” This is a surprise. Mom doesn’t really call unless there’s a special occasion or something.

“Yes, is Lacey there? Put me on speakerphone so the two of you could hear me.”

“Nope, she just left a couple of minutes ago. She went on a date.”

“A date?”

“Yes mom, you know, with a guy and they go around the city trying to find something to do.”

“I know what a date is, Lizzie.”

“I was just kidding, mom. Anyway, what’s up? You just interrupted me in the middle of my favorite movie.”

“I’m sorry, honey but this is important. Your cousin Heather will be launching the first collection of her new clothing line in a matter of days in a local fashion show here in San Francisco and she wants you and your sister to take part in her fashion show, to walk down the runway in her designs. Are you willing to go through it?”

“Did you really have to ask that question, mom?”

“I guess I’ll take that as a yes. Will Lacey agree?”

“Of course she will! Nothing can absolutely stop her from going through with this. When’s the fashion show?”

“On the 24th, I believe. Thank you, honey. Book a flight now and inform me about your arrival date right away.”

Mom and I talked about other stuff a bit more since she misses us a lot, but then I told her that we’ll have a lot of time to talk when Lacey and I get to San Francisco. She reluctantly agreed but was also excited at the same time. The moment we hanged up, I called Lacey.

-




Starbucks Coffee Shop
6th & Grand
Los Angeles, California



4:10pm

Brendon


I’m inside Starbucks again. Thankfully, however, that this branch isn’t where all the kids roam. I mean, there are a few, but they didn’t seem to mind us or they just didn’t recognize me/us. I ordered for Lacey and I since the girl was outside of the shop, talking on her cell phone. The barista finally came over to the counter and was ready to ask for my order when she gave me a look. Crap, I think she recognizes me. To make things worse, the barista looks like she’s a high school student, working here part time. Fuck.

“Um, I’ll have a tall toffee nut latte and a tall caramel macchiato.” I told her my order before she could ask. I guess that snapped her out of her daze as she punched in my order and I handed her the money.

“Name, please?”

“Um,” Quick! Just say a random name! “Trent.”

She looked at me skeptically but wrote it down on the cups anyway. Whew. That was a close call. I sat down on one of the many chairs around and waited for Lacey and our drinks. Lacey soon came back inside with a visible grin on her face. She sat down on the chair opposite me.

“You look happy.”

“Yep!”

“So, are you going to tell me what happened?”

“Lizzie just called me saying that our mom called to inform us about our cousin’s, Heather James, new clothing line that will make its premiere at a local fashion show and she requested our presence to walk down the runway!”

I excused myself for a moment since I just heard somebody yell out two specified drinks for a Trent. I came back to the table and handed the toffee nut latte one to Lacey. “Trent?”

“The barista was trying to figure out if she recognized me or not. I just gave her a fake name.”

“Trent from that old MTV cartoon, Daria?”

“I was thinking more along the lines of Trent Reznor,” I laughed.

“God of Nine Inch Nails, huh? Good choice.” She grinned and took a sip off her coffee, “So what do you think of the news?”

“It’s great! I mean, wow, going for runways now, huh?”

“It has always been a dream of ours to take part in a fashion show. Okay, so it’s family, but it’s still something! I can’t wait to fly to San Francisco. We get to see our parents again after a long time and the friends we left behind. Damn.”

Whoa, San Francisco?

“San Francisco? It’s going to be in San Francisco?”

“Yeah, that’s where Lizzie and I were brought up until we moved here to LA. Why, is there a problem?”

Well, yeah, kind of. But I didn’t tell her that.

“No, no, why should there be a problem?”

“Well,” she bit her lower lip, “for a moment there you seemed – I don’t know – worried?”

Tell her the truth man. “Well…not really.” That’s a lie! “Eh, maybe just a little bit.” Oh, yeah? “Okay, yes I am.”

“Aww, what are you so worried about?” I opened my mouth to say my response but no words came out because I’m still not sure of what I’m worried about, or I just couldn’t bring myself to tell her. I mean, we’re just dating or seeing each other. It’s not like we’re officially a couple, right? I’ll just have to make something up.

“Um, I’m just worried about you in general, you know? I’m always worried about people close to me and since because you’re a special part of my life, I have every right to be extra worried about you.” I reached towards her and pinched her nose for a second. She giggled and now I believe she bought what I said. It wasn’t exactly a lie, it was the truth – I just left some parts out of it, like you know, being worried that some guy might try and steal her away.

She smiled at me, not knowing what to say. “You surprise me, Brendon Urie.”

“How so?”

“So far, you’re the only man who has left me speechless after a compliment.”

“Compliment? I was just merely stating the truth.” I smiled back at her.

The two of us got up from our seats and exited the coffee shop. With the use of her free hand, she placed on a pair of black sunglasses over her eyes. “Is that to cover your eyes from the sunlight or to hide away from the paparazzi if ever they pop out?”

She shrugged. “For multiple uses I really don’t know.”

“Well, you can just keep them away,” I stopped walking and so did she. I took her sunglasses and secured it on top of her head. “There we go.”

“And this is because why?”

“I like looking at your eyes rather than through big dark lenses.”

She laughed this time. “Flattery won’t get you nowhere, Urie.”

“Oh, yeah? Then try and stop me from doing this,” I suddenly leaned towards her and kissed her on the cheek. “Let’s see you counter that.”

She bit her lower lip, trying to fight the grin that wanted to form on her lips. “Alright, you win.”

I smiled and intertwined my fingers with hers.

-

Matt


This is so boring. I live a boring life.

So I’m stuck at home, playing this old school shooter game called Quake. I’ve been playing the same game for the past two hours just because I don’t have anything better to do but waste my time playing games. I wonder what my friends are doing at a time like this. Derek’s probably out with Sommer, along with Travis and Lauren. They invited me to go with them, but then I would just be some sort of fifth wheel, so I just declined the offer.

I wonder what Lizz is doing?

Right at the exact minute/second I was thinking about her, my cell phone rang to the tune of “Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds”. She gets her own ring tone so I will know it’s her calling and that I have to answer it because she’s important to me and I want to hear her voice.

“Los Angeles Crisis Hotline, how may I help you?” I decided to joke around a little even though I knew she wasn’t going to buy it.

“Haha, whatever Matt,” I could hear her giggle a bit in the background. “Anyway, I hope I wasn’t interrupting you or anything.”

I looked at the game: I was just standing idly at the center of a room, waiting for my enemies to start shooting at me. I put the game on pause. “Nah, you’re not. Anyway, what’s up?”

“Mom just called.”

“Is that a good thing or a bad thing?”

“Well, she did come bearing good news, so I guess it is a good thing.”

“What’s the good news?”

“Our cousin Heather James is launching the first collection from her new clothing line and she wants Lacey and I to be part of the fashion show.”

“Wow! That’s awesome! Rocking the runways now, huh?”

Lizz laughed. “Yeah, I know. It’s going to be so amazing I can tell.”

“Where is it gonna be? Is it going to be played on live national TV?”

“Well, that I’m not sure, but it’s going to be in San Francisco. Heather gave Lacey and I one ticket each so we could bring a friend with us, and guess what? I want you to come to San Francisco with me!” She announces with much enthusiasm.

I paused for a moment, absorbing everything she just said.

“You want me to what!?” Did I just hear her right? Am I hearing things or do I just need to clean my ears a bit more?

“I want you to go to San Francisco with the two of us. It’s going to be awesome! Please, please, please come!”

“But why did pick me? You could always pick Fleur or Peyton or Lauren or whoever. They’re the ones who are into this kind of stuff more than I am.”

“Well, yeah, I could. But I want you to be there! I’m sure the girls will understand.”

“But–” Why am I even hesitating? “Can I call you back later? I just need to think about it.” What’s there to think about!? Lizz is going; shouldn’t that be a good reason to go? Ugh, I hate my brain.

“Oh, okay, but just call me right away when you’ve decided. Talk to you later, then?”

“Of course,”

“Alright, bye!”

When we ended our call, I immediately called Travis to tell him about the fucking dilemma I’m in.

-




The Porch
8420 Sunset Boulevard
Los Angeles, California 90077


6:35pm

Travis


Derek, Sommer, Lauren and I are all out on a double date-slash-hang out session, eating Cajun and Creole food like jambalaya, seafood gumbo and white chocolate banana bread pudding. Matt was supposed to come with us but he said he’s going to feel like a fifth wheel or something. We all tried to persuade him to come and just treat it like some hang out crap like we always do, but nope, he still declined.

“I don’t have a girlfriend,” he tells us earlier.

“You don’t need a girlfriend to hang out with us tonight. That isn’t your ticket, Matt.”

“Whatever, go on without me.”

“We’ll just bring you takeout”

“Sure,”

Jeez, what kind of a reason is that? Just because he doesn’t have a girlfriend doesn’t mean he can’t come. Well whatever, he's going to get a girlfriend soon anyway – well, as soon they admit to each other what they feel. Oh yeah, come to think of it, does Lizz even like Matt in that way beyond friendship? She should. She better or else hearts will be broken.

“Dude, eat your food, it’s getting cold.” Derek reminds me with his mouth full.

“Did you mom ever tell you not to talk with your mouth full?”

Derek swallowed his food. “Shut up, Richter and for the record, yes, she did.”

“So, what’s eating you Trav? You look like you got a lot in your mind.” Sommer says.

“I’m just…thinking about Matt, that’s all.”

Derek turned to Lauren. “Your boyfriend’s gay, Laur. He thinks about other men more than he does about you.”

Derek certainly picked the wrong time to joke around Lauren since this caused my girlfriend to almost choke on her pasta. Thank God it wasn’t anything serious. I’m afraid I might have to do the Heimlich maneuver on her. She started coughing and reached for the glass of water on the table. I patted her back and asked if she was okay and she nodded.

“Look what you did, Der,” I glared at him. Sommer hit him on the arm at the same time and scolds him.

“You almost gave me a panic attack. My best friend could have been rushed to the hospital for all you know.”

He laughed a bit but his face turned serious a second later. “Sorry, Laur. I didn’t mean to.” Anybody who is friends with Derek knows that whenever he apologizes, he really means it.

“It’s okay,” Lauren forgives and assures him with a smile.

“Consider yourself lucky that you’re friends with a forgiving person,” I was still rubbing her back and then kissed her forehead when I felt my phone vibrating in my pocket. Matt’s name flashed on the screen again and again.

“Yeah, Matt?” I answer. “We were just talking about you.”

“Talking about me? Wha – what are you guys talking about?”

“Nothing really important. Anyway, why did you call?”

“I need your help.” He sounded so serious. I turned to the rest of the group to let them know something serious is up. “I’m in a fucking crisis!”

“Okay, should I put you on speakerphone?”

“And have the whole restaurant hear me? No way. Just relay to them whatever needs to be told.”

“Basically everything, you mean?” He affirms it. “So what seems to be the problem?”

Matt tells me the entire story about the two sisters flying to San Francisco in a matter of days and how Lizz invited him to go with her to some fashion show they’re going to be on. He told me all this and I had to tell the other three again. “Can I just put you on speakerphone? It’s pretty tiring to tell the same story to them.”

“No way. It’s too embarrassing and besides, it’s rude and I want to save you guys the possible humiliation of getting kicked out of the restaurant for talking too loud on the cell phone.”

“Alright, I get your point, Ms. Mannerisms,” I rolled my eyes and continued. “So what’s the problem about that? I thought this was a crisis? I thought you burned down your fucking house,” I laughed which wasn’t a good move since Matt practically shouts at me through the line.

“This isn’t the best time to joke around, Trav!”

“Alright, alright, jeez…I was kidding. Don’t get your knickers in a twist,”

“Are you going to listen or not!?”

“Alright, I’m listening, I’m listening! God, do you have man-period or something?”

“I’m gonna fucking hang up if you don’t stop with all the jackass jokes!”

“Okay, okay! I’m sorry, I’m going to stop now, alright? So, what’s this crisis you tell me?”

Matt finally calmed down, thank the Lord. “Should I go or not?”

“Is this a trick question?”

“What is he saying?” Derek asks.

“He’s asking whether he should go or not to San Francisco.”

Derek reaches out and grabs my phone away from my grasp and from my ear. “What kind of a question is that!? Of course you go! This is a chance for you two to get some chemistry happen!” Derek then passes my phone to Sommer.

“We all think you should go, Matt. It would make Lizzie really happy.” And then she passes it on to Lauren.

“It would make us all happy too. Oh, and Derek says not to forget to buy us all souvenirs. Here’s Travis.” And she finally hands back my phone.

“Yeah, don’t forget to get lots of documentation.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, I won’t. I’ll see you guys then. And don’t forget my take out! I’m dying of starvation over here!” Matt groans.

“That’s what you get for not coming with us,” I laughed. “We’ll drive over to your house as soon as we’re finished. See ya, Matt.”


PART 2!