"Brendon Urie!" I yelled getting his attention as I helped my friend Sarah into the car.
"What Maggie?" he yelled back.
"You are the biggest asshole I've ever met!" I turned to Sarah and said, "I'll be right back okay?" She nodded through her sobs and I shut the passenger door. She wouldn't want to hear this.
"What Maggie? You going to give me a stern talking to?" he asked as I marched across the lawn.
"Damn right I am," I said as I stood in front of him. "What and the fuck did you say to her?"
"I asked her what's wrong and she told me she didn't want to talk about it. So I guessed the obvious reason that I did something. She told me 'that's not it, just drop it' So I told her I was sick of guessing and she better fucking cheer up because she's depressing the hell out of me," he said like I should have known that already.
"You fucking retard. I'm going to kill you!" I wanted to lunge at him and rip him apart! Jon appeared at my side holding me in place with his arm around my waist.
"What?" Brendon asked in confused anger.
"Remember her brother Madden? Remember he's in the hospital?" I asked trying to keep myself calm.
"Yeah, Sarah said he was getting better," he said.
"He's not," I said quietly. All expression fell from his face and I tried hard to hold in tears. "He got worse, way worse. He died yesterday Brendon."
His face broke out in pain as he tried to walk towards the car. I put my hands to his chest to stop him.
"Listen first," I told him, "at first she kept demanding that the doctors show her him. They tried to keep her from seeing him. Apparently he was a mess of tubes. She's just coming to terms that he's gone."
"I have to-I just," he studdered out. Finally he pushed passed me to the car. I buried my face in Jon's chest and cried. I cried for Madden. I creid for Sarah and I cried for Brendon. Jon wrapped his arms around me and kissed my head. He never said a word...he didn't need to.
BRENDON'S POV
I'm so stupid! I'm such an asshole! I have to fix this. I ripped the door open and saw Sarah doubled over cluthcing her stomach while she sobbed.
"Baby," I coo-ed and she looked at me through watery eyes. I pulled her to me and she cluthed my shirt and cried harder. "Baby, baby," I said quietly in her ear, "I'm so sorry." I picked her up out of the car and carried her into the house. I brought her up to my room and laid her down on the bed. I held her close to me trying to calm her down until she fianlly passed out of exhaustion. Maggie came to check on her once.
"How is she?" She asked me quietl.
"Sleeping. Maggie, look I'm really sorry. I was such a dick to you," I told her.
"Just take care of her and i'll forgive you," she told me. Then she left.
For the next three days Sarah was practically a zombie. She didn't eat much. She either slept or stared off into space. Slowly she stopped crying so much. One day as I was getting ready to go downstairs Sarah spoke.
"I love you," she blurted out looking at me briefly. I walked over and sat next to her on the bed. I pressed my lips to her hair and said, "I love you too Sarah. I'm here when you need me."
"I think I'll always need you," she said quietly.
SARAH'S POV
It was true. I needed Brendon like I needed oxygen.
"That's fine with me," he said lightly as he pulled me to his chest. I let out a soft sigh and breathed in his sent.
"Why is this so hard?" I asked Brendon. I wasn't going to cry. There were no tears left.
"It's hard to lose someone you love," he said. I knew he didn't even know where to begin with trying to comfort me. I finally turned to look him in the eye. For the first time in days I saw the worry on his face. Worry for me. It made me sick to think that I put that worry there. I ran my hands over his face smoothing it into the carefree Brendon I knew and loved. I pressed my lips to his gently and I felt him stiffen in shock. I pulled away and leaned against him.
"He was my best friend. My closest brother. What annoys me the most is that there was nothing I could do to help him. I couldn't donate an organ or give blood. The disease just took him away from me," it was the first time I really talked about Madden in the past tense. "I miss him more than anything. But," I paused.
"But?" Brendon urged. I looked up at him.
"I think I'll be okay. Madden wouldn't want me to dwell on this. He would hate seeing me this way."
"I think he would baby," Brendon said kissing me lightly. "He wants you happy and so do I."
And in that second I knew Madden was always there. He'd always be there. He'd always be my brother.
