Fall Out Boy || We've Been Planning Something Big
Chapter 3 : Fall Out Boy || We've Been Planning Something Big || 03
Ever wonder what the back story to the "A Little Less Sixteen Candles..." music video was? This is the story that wasn't told, the story behind the one you saw. Welcome to a world where vampires roam the street, and it's either hunt or be hunted. Better watch your back, because dodging a dagger -- or a pair of fangs -- is a lot harder than it looks...
"Come on! You look fine, god, lets go!" Caitlin insisted, pulling a hesitant Angela into the club with her.
"I look like a hooker," Ange hissed. "And I have a fake ID to match!"
"Oh, shut up," Caitlin said good naturedly. "You look fine. You look better than fine, actually, you look great."
"Not as good as you," her uncomfortable friend replied.
Caitlin wore a miniskirt, a flirty top, and wedge-heeled sandals. Her hair was long and blond, tied up in a clip. Her blue eyes were shockingly clear and bright, accented by heavy eye makeup, with lips that were full and plump, painted a deep red.
"Shush," she commanded. "You look fabulous."
Angela looked herself over, and reluctantly had to admit that Caitlin was right.Herskinny jeans sat perfectly on her hips, and heroff-the-shoulder top matched her flats. Her straight, mahogany-colored hair was bound up in a tight ponytail, with a few strands left loose, pushed to the sides of her face. Her chocolate-colored eyes were rimmed in black eyeliner and mascara and silver shadow. Caitlin swore that Ange looked like she'd stepped off the cover of Teen Vogue.
"Come on, where's the Ange I know and love? It's my birthday, and you know what I want?"
The dark-haired girl shook her head. "I don't know, but I bet youre going to tell me."
"I want to see you walk through this club like you own the place."
"Can't I just get you a gift card?"
Caitlin laughed. "You snuck into a club. You might as well enjoy yourself while you're here." She spotted the bar. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go get a birthday drink."
Angela didn't have the chance to protest as Caitlin dashed away. Meanwhile, the beat of funky techno music pulsed in her ears, and she headed to the dance floor. The rhythm flowed through her, and movement came naturally to her arms and legs. Her anxiety melted away.
She felt eyes watching her, and wasn't surprised when she felt a hand on her shoulder. She turned around, coming face-to-face with a boy she didn't know.
He was tall, with black-brown hair. His eyes were brown, with a spark of life in them that caught Angela by surprise. He was dressed casually in faded blue jeans and a white band t-shirt for some obscured indie band she had never heard of. On his feet were a tattered pair of Converse.
"You know," he said, his voice musical, "if I could rearrange the alphabet, I'd put U and I together."
Angela rolled her eyes. "Really? Because I would put F and U together."
The boy made a face like "ouch," but continued on. "Could I buy you a drink?"
"No thanks. I don't take drinks from guys with bad pick up lines. Besides, I'm not old enough to drink."
"Neither am I. That's what a fake ID is for, right?"
Angela shrugged. "No thanks."
He tried once more. "My name is Brendon." The techno had paused in favor of a melodic slow song. "Do you want to dance?"
She looked him over. He was pretty good looking, and even if he was going about it the wrong way, he was trying to impress her. That had to count for something, right? Angela smiled. "Yeah, alright."
Brendon put his hands on her waist and she put her arms around his neck, and together they moved slowly back and forth. Their eyes met, and it was like lightning. Shocks of electricity shot through their bodies; their skin prickled.
Brendon impulsively lowered his mouth to hers, and their lips collided. Angela saw fireworks in the darkness behind her eyelids.
Angela's eyes shot open. She was in her room at Hunter headquarters, and the memory of the first time she met Brendon was only a dream. She went to push her hair out of her face and found that her cheeks were slick with tears. Her hair and pillow were soaked. How long had she been crying?
That night had started an endless supply of heartbreak. If she hadn't listened to Caitlin and just gone home that night, Ange would never have set eyes on his beautiful face and fun-loving smile. She would never have handed herself over, body and soul, to the one she called Brendon, only to have him tear her whole world into pieces. Brendon was the cause, and the result was this life she now led. The one that entitled little sleep and blood-drenched clothing, sleeping like a vampire and giving up her dreams of college. And the sad part was, she had done it all for him. She'd sworn vengeance on the one who had changed him so that no one would ever go through what she had gone through.
If she hadn't met him she would neverhave fallen in love, and then she would never have to deal with the night she lost him.
The moon hovered, bright and full, over the sleeping earth, it's silver face occasionally obscured by a passing storm cloud. In an apartment on the ground below, Angela sat cross-legged on her bed, the phone pressed to her ear. The hum of the dial tone was replaced with the musical tones of the number she was calling. The girl became more agitated with every ring she heard. "Hey, you've reached Brendon Urie. You know the rest."
She waited for the beep. "Hi, it's me. Where are you? You said you'd call me tonight. It's one in the morning. Call me when you get in. I love you, and I'll talk to you later."
Now, Angela was not the kind of person to sit by a phone all night waiting for a boy to call her. But Brendon wasn't just any boy. He was her boyfriend, and he had never let her down before: if he said he would call, he would call, and that was that.
Sighing, she decided to get some sleep. Brendon was perfectly able to take care of himself, she knew that. In the morning, there would probably be a message waiting on her answering machine reassuring her that he was fine.
"It's me. Why didn't you call? Where have you been for the past two days? I'm starting to worry, Brendon. Call me back as soon as you get this."
"Brendon Urie, where the hell are you? If you don't call by tonight, I'm filing a missing person report. Now I'm scared, and I miss you...
Angela hung up the phone, hoping she didn't look as ashen as she felt. She hadn't heard from Brendon in three days. That wasn't like him, and she was afraid that something terrible had happened to him.
She jumped at the sound of someone knocking. She flew from her spot on the couch to the door. Her heart leapt when she saw who was standing in the doorway. She fumbled trying the get the door open as quickly as she could.
"Brendon! Oh, my God, where have you been? It's been three days!" She threw her arms around his neck, holding him tight. She felt his fingers stroking her hair, and smiled contentedly.
"Has it been three days? I'm so sorry, Ange, I didn't know," Brendan apologized profusely for worrying her.
The two broke apart, and Angela looked at him closely. Despite the fact that it was hours before dawn, Brendon was his normal self, with a lively, youthful look on his face--he had no trace of the tired, hollow eyes that Angela knew she had, after three nights ofno sleep.
"Do you want to take a walk?" Brendon asked. And even though it was three-thirty in the morning, Angela followed him out the door.
They walked down the darkened city streets, streetlights illuminating the way. Brendon had shoved his hands deep in his pockets, his eyes transfixed on the ground. Ange, meanwhile, seemed restless. She looked around her, up at the moon and the stars, across the street at parked cars they passed, while her hands twirled her hair, straightened her t-shirt, scratched her nose.
Brendon stopped walking. He grabbed Angela's hand and pulled her into a passionate kiss. Through the kiss, he could tell how much she had missed him, how much she had longed to be with him the past three days.
They finally pulled apart, a smile plastered on Angela's lips. "Not that I'm complaining, but what was that for?"
Brendon still held her hands. "Ange, I love you so much. I want us to be together forever. I want to spend an eternity with you."
"Eternity is a long time, Brendon. I don't know if we have forever here on earth," she replied jokingly.
"We could. I already do." Angela's face was instantly suspicious. "Is there something you aren't telling me?"
He looked deeply into her eyes. "I love you, Ange."
"That's not what I asked. Brendon, what happened when you were gone?" she demanded.
Brendon sighed. This was not going at all the way he had planned it. "I was walking home from your house three nights ago, when this guy stopped me on the road. He was a Seer, and he could See that..." he trailed off.
"What could he See?" Ange prompted him.
"Ange, I don't want to die."
"Nobody wants to die, but it's a part of life. We all have to someday."
"Well, that someday was creeping closer and closer for me. He Saw that I was supposed to die within the month. I didn't want to. I couldn't leave you." He softly touched her cheek, watching her eyes fill up with some emotion he couldn't quite place. For some reason, it reminded him of loss.
"Who was it?" she asked quietly. He didn't answer right away. "God damnit, Brendon, who was it?"
"His name is William. He's the leader of the Dandies." Tears spilled onto Angela's cheeks. "Oh, Ange, whats wrong?" he asked tenderly, holding her close. "Don't you see? You won't wake up to find me dead. We can be together forever."
She pushed him away. "Brendon, you're already dead," she choked out. Then she turned and ran, as fast as she could away from him. She heard him screaming her name, but she ignored him.
At that moment, a deep, pure hatred for the vampire called William was born in her soul. He had killed her love, her one and only. She vowed that he would pay.
At that same moment, Brendon swore that he would have her again. She would be in his arms, and stay there, forever. Nothing, not even death could touch them. And he would stop at nothing...not even death.
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