Worse Than Nicotine
You Ain't Nothin' But a Prick
Chapter inspiration: The Best Thing (That Never Happened) – We Are the In Crowd
Taking a drag from her cigarette, Holly made her way up the trash-covered sidewalk to City Point. From the numerous amounts of flyers hanging around town, Fall Out Boy was playing again. She was originally taking a walk to the record store, but decided a show tonight all by her lonesome would be the best.
In all honesty, she needed to keep her mind off Alex as much as possible. She prayed to God that he wouldn’t be here tonight, or anyone she knew for that matter. She needed to have fun and clear her mind. She needed anything but to be reminded of how she ended things with the main person who was making her happy, Alex.
She pulled out her fake I.D. to show the guard at the doors. The heavy set man did a double-take before handing it back to her and letting her inside. Of course she was going to get in; her I.D. was made by the best guy in B-More. As soon as she arrived, the sounds of the band flooded her ears. She really loved F.O.B. and knew they were a big up-and-coming artist for Baltimore. When Holly was with Brendon, he had said Panic! was good friends with them, and opened up for them from time to time.
She just hoped that because of this, Brendon wouldn’t be here tonight.
As she sauntered over to the bar, she heard a familiar song reach her ears. It was F.O.B. playing Panic!’s “I Write Sins Not Tragedies.”
I guess I can’t escape them, she mused in her head as she threw her head back and took down a shot of scotch. The bitter liquid burned down her throat as she swallowed, but she didn’t mind. She was used to this.
Taking a gulp of another shot and wiping her mouth with her sleeve, Holly turned at the sound of a familiar voice cheering as the song played on. Holly’s eyes widened and she almost dropped her new glass at the man cheering from across the room.
Brendon.
As if by force, his dark eyes locked with hers. Fuck, she thought and instantly turned around. Maybe he didn’t really see her. Maybe he was just―
“Holly?”
Shit, he walks faster than I thought, she wondered as she spun on her heel. Words had seemed to escape her at the sight of her ex-boyfriend being near her. Why did he even want to talk to her in the first place? It was just a week ago that he was screaming at her and Alex for her life choices.
“Brendon,” she breathed out the only word she could say. “Uh―what are you doing here?”
“These guys are good friends of mine, remember?”
Holly was suspicious; why was Brendon being oddly nice to her? “Yeah, I recall us meeting them once and Ryan giggling like a school girl.”
Brendon looked down at his feet as a real laugh escaped his lips. Once he looked back up, he held out his hand. “Wanna dance?”
She wrung out her hands behind her back and bit down on her lip. “I don’t think that’s―”
“Come on,” he almost growled, grasping her hand tightly and pulling her away from the bar. That was it; that was Brendon’s real voice. Everything else was his “nice” façade he wanted her to believe so she’d talk to him.
He twirled her around and brought her close, almost causing their bodies to bump into each other. Holly felt oddly uncomfortable, and this was weird for her. Just a month ago, this wouldn’t have felt different, but since their fall out, this was nothing but odd.
She could feel Brendon’s breathing at her ear as she recognized the new song F.O.B. was playing: “Reinventing the Wheel to Run Myself Over” from one of their EPs she’d listen to. How convenient, she mused.
They danced slowly to the beat, and Holly became more uncomfortable as the seconds ticked on with Brendon breathing so close to her. What she didn’t expect next was for him to talk to her.
“So, please elaborate: what does he have?”
Holly swallowed down hard. She knew who he was talking about.
“Is it his maturity? His intellect? His ability to take you nowhere without being caught?” His words became more like growls at each question. “Or is it the way he doesn’t care if he takes your virginity when I did?”
She wiggled out of his grasp and shoved him off. As much as she didn’t want to be near him, she got close to him again and poked his chest. “Shut the fuck up, Brendon.” She spat. “You don’t know anything about him.”
A side of his mouth tugged up as he shot his hands up in surrender. “All I’m saying is, if you had wished for me to act more like an adult,” he went on, their noses almost touching, “I would’ve been it.”
“Stop it,” she seethed. “Stop acting like you’re such a victim. You have Jasey now, so why are you so strung up on putting me down?”
“Are you really that clueless?” He furrowed his brow. “As much as I’m pissed at you, I’m still in love with you, Holly. I always will be. And here you are, prancing around with some twenty year old guy and completely forgetting that I still exist.”
She scoffed. “That’s where you’re wrong: I can’t forget about you, Bren. I can’t because you won’t let me forget.” She crossed her arms over her chest. “And for the record, I haven’t seen Alex for a while.”
Brendon smirked as he took a step closer to her, making Holly’s eyes grow wide. In that second, he pressed his lips to her own, holding her jaw and caressing it with his thumb. It was a good kiss, Holly couldn’t deny that, and almost wanted it to continue when he pulled away.
“Well, good,” he nodded and started walking away, “because now you don’t get either of us.”
Taking a drag from her cigarette, Holly made her way up the trash-covered sidewalk to City Point. From the numerous amounts of flyers hanging around town, Fall Out Boy was playing again. She was originally taking a walk to the record store, but decided a show tonight all by her lonesome would be the best.
In all honesty, she needed to keep her mind off Alex as much as possible. She prayed to God that he wouldn’t be here tonight, or anyone she knew for that matter. She needed to have fun and clear her mind. She needed anything but to be reminded of how she ended things with the main person who was making her happy, Alex.
She pulled out her fake I.D. to show the guard at the doors. The heavy set man did a double-take before handing it back to her and letting her inside. Of course she was going to get in; her I.D. was made by the best guy in B-More. As soon as she arrived, the sounds of the band flooded her ears. She really loved F.O.B. and knew they were a big up-and-coming artist for Baltimore. When Holly was with Brendon, he had said Panic! was good friends with them, and opened up for them from time to time.
She just hoped that because of this, Brendon wouldn’t be here tonight.
As she sauntered over to the bar, she heard a familiar song reach her ears. It was F.O.B. playing Panic!’s “I Write Sins Not Tragedies.”
I guess I can’t escape them, she mused in her head as she threw her head back and took down a shot of scotch. The bitter liquid burned down her throat as she swallowed, but she didn’t mind. She was used to this.
Taking a gulp of another shot and wiping her mouth with her sleeve, Holly turned at the sound of a familiar voice cheering as the song played on. Holly’s eyes widened and she almost dropped her new glass at the man cheering from across the room.
Brendon.
As if by force, his dark eyes locked with hers. Fuck, she thought and instantly turned around. Maybe he didn’t really see her. Maybe he was just―
“Holly?”
Shit, he walks faster than I thought, she wondered as she spun on her heel. Words had seemed to escape her at the sight of her ex-boyfriend being near her. Why did he even want to talk to her in the first place? It was just a week ago that he was screaming at her and Alex for her life choices.
“Brendon,” she breathed out the only word she could say. “Uh―what are you doing here?”
“These guys are good friends of mine, remember?”
Holly was suspicious; why was Brendon being oddly nice to her? “Yeah, I recall us meeting them once and Ryan giggling like a school girl.”
Brendon looked down at his feet as a real laugh escaped his lips. Once he looked back up, he held out his hand. “Wanna dance?”
She wrung out her hands behind her back and bit down on her lip. “I don’t think that’s―”
“Come on,” he almost growled, grasping her hand tightly and pulling her away from the bar. That was it; that was Brendon’s real voice. Everything else was his “nice” façade he wanted her to believe so she’d talk to him.
He twirled her around and brought her close, almost causing their bodies to bump into each other. Holly felt oddly uncomfortable, and this was weird for her. Just a month ago, this wouldn’t have felt different, but since their fall out, this was nothing but odd.
She could feel Brendon’s breathing at her ear as she recognized the new song F.O.B. was playing: “Reinventing the Wheel to Run Myself Over” from one of their EPs she’d listen to. How convenient, she mused.
They danced slowly to the beat, and Holly became more uncomfortable as the seconds ticked on with Brendon breathing so close to her. What she didn’t expect next was for him to talk to her.
“So, please elaborate: what does he have?”
Holly swallowed down hard. She knew who he was talking about.
“Is it his maturity? His intellect? His ability to take you nowhere without being caught?” His words became more like growls at each question. “Or is it the way he doesn’t care if he takes your virginity when I did?”
She wiggled out of his grasp and shoved him off. As much as she didn’t want to be near him, she got close to him again and poked his chest. “Shut the fuck up, Brendon.” She spat. “You don’t know anything about him.”
A side of his mouth tugged up as he shot his hands up in surrender. “All I’m saying is, if you had wished for me to act more like an adult,” he went on, their noses almost touching, “I would’ve been it.”
“Stop it,” she seethed. “Stop acting like you’re such a victim. You have Jasey now, so why are you so strung up on putting me down?”
“Are you really that clueless?” He furrowed his brow. “As much as I’m pissed at you, I’m still in love with you, Holly. I always will be. And here you are, prancing around with some twenty year old guy and completely forgetting that I still exist.”
She scoffed. “That’s where you’re wrong: I can’t forget about you, Bren. I can’t because you won’t let me forget.” She crossed her arms over her chest. “And for the record, I haven’t seen Alex for a while.”
Brendon smirked as he took a step closer to her, making Holly’s eyes grow wide. In that second, he pressed his lips to her own, holding her jaw and caressing it with his thumb. It was a good kiss, Holly couldn’t deny that, and almost wanted it to continue when he pulled away.
“Well, good,” he nodded and started walking away, “because now you don’t get either of us.”
Notes
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