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05 September 2009 @ 12:38 am
Better off as Lovers  

Title: Better off as Lovers

Author: Me

Beta: The amazingly awesome shattered_inkx 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...
XX

Charlie Stump had always been her brother’s baby sister. She had followed Patrick around for as long as she could remember. When Pete came into the picture she became his adopted sister.

Best friends almost.

Of course being her big brothers meant that they would protect Charlie at all costs from boys at school. This would occasionally piss Charlie off and she wouldn’t talk to either boy for a week at least.

Of course when their band Fall Out Boy made it big, dating went down the drain for Charlie. She was known as Patrick’s sister, and soon realized guys only wanted to date her because of her brother’s fame. Or they wanted her to get them signed to a record label. And of course, girls only wanted to be her friend because they fancied Pete and Patrick.

For the most part, however, she dealt with it. Her two friends since childhood were still her friends and she at least knew they liked her for her, and not because of her brother.

When the Believers Never Die Part Deux tour rolled around, Patrick and the guys decided they needed someone to sell merch for them. Charlie jumped at the chance because she needed the money. When there was a meeting at the Crush Management Offices in January, she tagged along.

So she was seated at a table, lost in her own thoughts, when Pete pulled her from the meeting.

“Charlie, you want something to drink?”

She looked at him. “Yeah, thanks.”

He smiled and poured her a glass of soda, slid it across the long business like table. She smiled back and took a sip.

The door opened. “Pete!” Gabe cried.

“Hey man,” Pete greeted, pulling Gabe into a brief hug.

Charlie sat there in silence a moment, drinking her coke and taking in the appearance of the singer. She and Gabe had an…interesting relationship. They were very good friends, but most of the time they poked fun at each other.

“Hey little Stump,” he said.

Charlie frowned. “That's not even funny.”

She wasn’t even short. In fact, Charlie was taller than her brother. She had long strawberry blonde hair and very light freckles across her nose. However, she wore glasses. In truth, if you saw her with Patrick, you knew they were siblings.

“Whatev little Stump.” And with that, Gabe took a seat at the other end of the table and began having a heated conversation with Pete about the new music Cobra had been busy writing.

Once the meeting began, they talked briefly about the merchandise situation and then moved on to other topics. Charlie pulled out her iPod and zoned out, listening to music her brother had given her - mostly shit bands, but she was going to listen and tell Patrick he’d be a fool to sign them.

At some point Charlie was jerked awake as she fell out of her chair. Patrick was standing over her, pointing at his watch, implying that it was time to go. She removed the ear buds. “Okay, I get that I needed to wake up. But did you have to push me out of the chair?”

Patrick shrugged. “Come on. A bunch of us are meeting at Angels and Kings for a drink. Do you want to come or go home?”

Charlie thought about it. “Who's going to be there?”

“Gabe, Pete, Joe, Andy, Ryan, and Brendon.”

Charlie was on her feet instantly. “Yeah, I’ll go.”

Patrick eyed her. He knew how she felt about Brendon and he didn’t like it one bit. “All right. Go get your things.”

Charlie went to grab her stuff, passing Victoria Asher on the way and waving. She put on her hoodie (scolding herself for wearing her purple Viva la Cobra one) and went to meet the others, who were waiting by the car outside.

“Nice jacket,” Gabe whispered in her ear.

“Shut the fuck up, Gabe,” she replied before getting into the vehicle.

To her slight dismay, Gabe slid into the car seat beside her. She chose to ignore him by putting the hood up on her jacket and listening to her iPod until the car pulled up outside the club a few minutes later. She stepped out of the car and saw Ryan and Brendon waiting for their group to show up. Charlie’s heart skipped a beat as she pulled the hood down and walked over to the guys.

“Charlie!” Brendon cried, pulling the girl into a huge hug.

“Hey, Bren!”

Pete saw his friend’s annoyed expression. “Easy… He doesn’t think of her that way and you know it.”

Patrick looked up to Pete and shrugged before going over to shake Ryan’s hand. They noticed they were starting to attract a crowd and since the club didn’t open for another hour yet, they decided it was best to go in now.

They all sat at a table in the back where they couldn’t be bothered when the doors opened. When the waiter came, Charlie ordered a daiquiri. The bartender here knew how to make them for her, while of course the guys all ordered the hard stuff. Vodka and red bull, tequila shots. As the night wore on and Charlie watched the guys get incredibly drunk, she had a feeling she might regret coming with them later.

When Patrick went to use the toilet, however, her thoughts of regret were pushed away. Brendon asked her to go dance with him. She thought about it briefly, wondering if she really wanted to deal with any crazy fan girls tonight. But she also thought that if they were bothered, security would deal with it. So she stood up, took Brendon’s hand, and they went to dance.

The song playing on the dance floor was fast and hot. They danced and grinded. Charlie couldn’t help but have fun with Brendon. He danced like a moron at times and couldn’t help but giggle. When ‘Just Dance’ ended, they made their way to the bar. Brendon put some money down and they ordered drinks.

“So you’re selling merch for your brother?” he asked, sipping his beer.

Charlie nodded, taking a sip of her own drink. “I’m hard up for cash so I’m going on tour with them. Should be interesting - sharing a bus with four guys for a month.” She shuddered. “I don’t know what I’ve gotten myself into.”

Brendon laughed. “Well you could always stay with Cobra. Victoria could be your female companion.”

“I don’t know what’s worse - a bus with my brothers or a bus with Gabe.”

“Gabe’s not so bad.” He replied.

She shook her head. “I never said he was bad. He’ll just tease me constantly if I’m on the bus. Mind you, it could be fun. I could always draw on his face when he’s sleeping.” She suddenly brightened up. “Okay, this is going to be more fun than I thought.”

Brendon laughed again; his laugh was warm and smooth. Charlie gave a small smile.

“Maybe when you’re done selling on this tour we can get you to sell stuff for us,” he offered.

Charlie shrugged. “We’ll have to see.”

“It would be fun to have you on tour.” Brendon gave her a small smile.

She smiled back and went back to her drink.

Somewhere between the dancing, the heat of the lights, and drink after drink, Charlie found herself in a taxi going to a hotel with Brendon.

When they went up to the room, Charlie was trying to restrain giggling. It often happened when she was drunk and apparently now was no different. Brendon pressed his lips to hers, a beer still in his hand, his other hand on her face.

Opting to set the half-empty bottle down, Brendon pulled her closer to him. She smiled and pressed her lips to his neck. His arms went around her waist and they struggled over to the bed. Charlie fell down on her back and Brendon fell on top of her.

She ran her hands through his hair and his tongue slipped into her mouth. They fought and then she pulled away, ripping off his shirt. She sat up and pulled off her own shirt too.

--

“Where is Charlie?” Patrick asked when he came back from the bar with more drinks for the group.

“I…” Pete burped. “I think her and Brendon left about five minutes ago…I don’t know.”

“You just let her?” Patrick asked.

Pete shrugged. “I don’t know. I was taking shots. Look, she’ll be fine. Charlie can take care of herself.”

Patrick sighed as he sat down in his chair.

--

When Charlie woke up the next morning she was aware of the fact that she was naked, which seemed weird because she never slept in the nude. Then her pounding headache became evident, letting her know she was definitely hung over. But the weird thing was, someone’s arm was wrapped around her waist. She turned her head and saw Brendon’s sleeping form; he was also naked. She thought for a moment and then it all came flooding back.

“Oh my God…Patrick is going to kill me.”

She carefully moved Brendon’s arm and threw her legs on the side of the bed. She looked at the discarded clothes and quickly gathered what was hers.

Charlie went to the bathroom to check her appearance; her makeup was smudged and her hair a mess. She looked around and grabbed a wash rag. She ran it under the sink and began to scrub hard at her face. Once the makeup was gone she grabbed Brendon’s own brush and began to brush out her hair.

By the time she had decided she was decent enough to return home, she decided getting rid of this headache would be the next thing to do. The hotel room had an en suite kitchen so she went in search of the coffee maker. While it brewed she went through her purse for some Advil or something. She was in luck and found the last two.

Just as she was taking the pills and drinking her first sip of coffee she heard a groan and knew Brendon had to be awake. It was a moment before he made an appearance in the kitchen - without any pants on, she couldn’t help but notice.

“Did we have sex?” he murmured.

She was slightly distracted. His hair was a mess and she found herself wanting to just run her fingers through it. She shook her head. “Yeah….yeah we did.”

Brendon was silent a moment. “Pete and Patrick are going to kick my ass, aren’t they?”

Charlie shrugged. “I don’t know. I thought I’d just tell Patrick I was with a friend all night. They don’t need to know about last night.”

“What does last night even mean?” Brendon asked next.

Charlie looked back up at his eyes. It was becoming hard to avert her gaze. She closed her eyes before speaking. “Would you mind putting on some pants or something? Then we can talk.”

Brendon looked down and realized he was naked. “Oh…right.” He turned and went back to the bedroom. He pulled on his tight jeans and came back into the room. Charlie isn’t sure what was worse - him being naked or the way the jeans were so fucking tight.

“I don’t know, Brendon. I mean, about last night. We had way too much to drink. I don’t think it can ever mean anything. You and my brother…your friends and little sisters are not supposed to fuck their older brother’s friends. I mean…it just doesn’t happen, you know?”

“Yeah but…I don’t know about you…but something seemed right about it.”

She looked up. “What the fuck do you mean something seemed right about it? I mean it was nice…but we shouldn’t have done that…at all. If Patrick ever were to find out he’d be so pissed.”

Brendon shrugged. “I suppose so. What do you want to do about it?”

She thought. “I’m going home and pretending like it never happened. You are going to go about your life and pretend it never happened. I don’t need drama in my life.” Charlie regretted her words after she said them when she saw Brendon flinch.

“All right…you're right.”

She resisted the urge to sigh and finished off the cup of coffee. She grabbed her purse from the counter and paused. “See ya then.” And then she left.

Brendon felt lost and slightly alone once she was gone. As he wandered into the bedroom and picked up the rest of his clothes he began to scold himself…why the fuck did he have sex with her?! That was not a great way to make their relationship go a bit farther than it already was.

When she finally arrived home about fifteen minutes later Charlie was hoping to avoid seeing her brother now. But when she walked in the door Patrick was passed out on the sofa and Pete was on the floor. She figured they had stayed up waiting for her to come home and finally decided to sleep. Frowning, she walked over to them and took Patrick’s askew glasses off of his face. She set them down on the coffee table and tossed blankets on top of the boys. She then turned and quietly walked down the hall of the apartment to her room. Dumping her bag and coat on the floor she hopped in the shower and stayed there for a long time. It was cold this morning and her hoodie hadn’t done much with keeping her warm.

When she emerged from the shower twenty minutes later she smelled food in the kitchen and knew now the confrontation she was avoiding was going to happen anyways. She dried out her hair and brushed it, pulling it up into a pony tail and tying a pink bow around it. Charlie wore a pair of black tights and a dress. She opened her bedroom door and heard Pete and Patrick talking about Charlie staying the night with Brendon.

“Morning guys,” she said when she walked into the kitchen.

They looked up at her. “So you finally decided to return home?” Patrick inquired; he couldn’t help the accusing tone.

She rolled her eyes. “I really don’t have to explain anything to you.”

Pete frowned. “So you were with Brendon all night?”

Charlie looked at him. “No. If you must know I was with Victoria. She texted me when I was at the club and we met up and I stayed at her apartment.”

They both looked like they didn’t believe her.

“I don’t care if you believe me or not…one of these days you need to realize I’m my own person and I can most definitely take care of myself.” She went to the fridge and pulled out the carton of milk.

Patrick and Pete watched her pour the milk into a glass and then watched her leave the room and go to the desk in the living room that had her laptop. She sat down and quickly texted Victoria begging her to be Charlie’s alibi. Luckily for her, she agreed.

It would be just like her brother and Pete to call and verify her story.

As she checked her e-mails for the day she couldn’t help but think about the night before. It had been wonderful…She wasn’t lying to Brendon when she told him that she thought it was nice. It was more than nice. It had been fantastic. She may have been drunk but she remembered the sex vividly. How could she forget it?

It was in that moment that she imagined many more nights with Brendon that she decided she was going to avoid him. It was better that way. If he called the house and she was alone it could just go to the voicemail. If he was going to hang out with her brother and she was invited, she would politely decline. Any chance that drinks would be involved while around Brendon could be disastrous, she decided.

And her plan worked. The months went by and Charlie found herself packing for the tour. As the date grew closer to leave for Arizona she became incredibly excited for the trip. They left on the second of April and headed to Mesa where the show was kicking off.

The next night they were in Las Vegas, and it never occurred to her that Brendon might decide to come to the show. But while she was making change with a teenager who had just bought eighty dollars worth of merch, Brendon and Spencer walked up to the table.

“Hey,” Spencer greeted.

Charlie was silent. Brendon had a small smile on his face, but she didn’t think he wanted to be there and briefly wondered if Spencer had actually made him come to the show.

“Hey,” she said.

Spencer was smiling. He noticed Brendon hadn’t said anything and elbowed him in the side.

“Ow!” Brendon cried, rubbing his rib cage.

Charlie looked down then back to the guys. “Is there anything you need? I’m kind of busy…”

Spencer waited, as if he and Brendon had rehearsed him saying something, but alas, Brendon just looked down.

Charlie decided he definitely didn’t want to be there, but she couldn’t tell if it was because of the whole ‘acting like they never even had sex’ or if he decided he no longer liked her, or what. It was rather confusing, and she felt almost hurt. She knew she shouldn’t, seeing as how she was the one who said that they couldn’t ever acknowledge the fact that they'd had sex.

“Well I’ll see ya then.” And she went back to selling merch.

“We just wanted to tell you, we’re going to South Africa. We have two shows to perform down there,” Spencer spoke up, since it looked like Brendon wasn’t going to speak at all.

Charlie looked up from getting a tee shirt for someone. “Um…okay?”

“Yeah. Just thought we’d mention it. See ya.” Then they left, only to be swarmed by some fans.

She rolled her eyes and went back to work, thinking on the encounter and what the fuck it all meant.

That night while she was in the back of the tour bus discussing the evening with Victoria, her phone buzzed. She checked her messages. Oddly enough, it was from Brendon, and she wondered how he had even gotten her number.

Can we talk?’

Charlie was a bit taken aback. ‘Um…sure?’

She wasn’t expecting her phone to actually ring then. Victoria left the room and told the guys to leave Charlie alone so she could take the call.

“Hi?” she answered.

“Hey…” Brendon said. He seemed a bit breathless…and nervous.

“What’s up?”

“I think avoiding the subject is getting a bit out of hand. I think we need to discuss…that night. I don’t know about you, Charlie, but I’m tired of acting like it didn’t mean anything.” He said it in a mad rush, the words spilling out over each other.

She was silent, trying to figure out what exactly Brendon had just told her.

“Charlie…please…say something?”

She picked up on the pleading and imagining him in her head pleading made her feel all weak-kneed.

“Brendon…I’m not sure what to say.” She decided honesty was the best bet.

“We had sex…and I’m tired of pretending like it didn’t happen. The truth is…whether you’ll admit it or not I think you enjoyed yourself that night…because I’ve seen you on your ass drunk before and you’ve turned down spending the nights with guys. I don’t know…I might even be blowing my own horn now…but I enjoyed myself…and…I like you…like a lot.”

Charlie was silent. “I like you too.”

She heard Brendon breathe a sigh of relief. “You mean it?”

“Yeah but just because I feel that way doesn’t mean we can do anything. I thought we covered the whole…you’re my big brothers friend thing,” Charlie replied.

He shrugged. “So what? It wouldn’t be the first time…I mean that someone has ignored the rules…and since when are you a rule follower anyways?”

Charlie realized Brendon had a point. “I don’t know…since always?”

“Oh don’t even give me that shit.” Brendon sounded a bit angry now and to be honest she didn’t blame him one bit.

“Look what the fuck do you want me to say? I’m on tour for a month anyways...you’re going to fucking Africa! What’s the point in admitting feelings when we can’t even see each other?”

It was Brendon’s turn to be silent for a long time and he finally spoke. “I’m willing to drive to California so we can hang out…or whatever…we don’t leave until the eighth.”

“What about Pete and Patrick? They aren’t going to like it.”

“Then we don’t tell them…it’s simple, Charlie.”

She bit her lip. “I guess so…”

“So should I get in the car and start driving to California?” Brendon asked next.

Charlie was silent and then shrugged. “If you really want to.”

“Yes…I really want to…I’ll call you when I’m in the area.”

“Okay…bye.”

“Bye.”

They hung up and Charlie stared at the phone for a while, thinking again about the conversation she had just had with Brendon.

The door opened then and Gabe came in, smelling of tequila.

“Whas up Lil Sump?”

Charlie rolled her eyes. “Your mom.”

Gabe frowned. “Thas not funny…”

“Gabe, go to sleep.” Charlie stood up and kissed him on the cheek. She headed to her bunk and climbed in, clutching her cell phone in her hand, dreams of her and Brendon curled up with each other plaguing her mind.


This is part one of three, if you like this please review and I'll post the other two parts. They are finished, so it just takes your requests telling me if you want it or not.

 
 
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