Songfic for "The Ballad Of Mona Lisa" by Panic! At The Disco

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Just as you finish applying the last coat of your blood red nail polish, you hear a knock at the door of your flat.

♪She paints her fingers with a close precision♪

"Come in!" You call. You know it's your boyfriend, Dan. The two of you have dinner plans for tonight. Against Dan's better judgement, at a fancy restaurant. You hope everything goes well. Knowing you two, though, something awkward is bound to happen.

"(Y/N)?" You hear Dan's familiar voice as he enters your flat. You carefully put away the nail polish and go to greet him.

He smiles warmly when he sees you.

"Hey," he says, quickly kissing your lips. You take extra care to not hit your newly painted nails on anything. "You doing okay?"

"Yeah," you say, your voice slightly raising in pitch. You feel a slight pang of guilt. You really haven't been doing okay.

"Good," Dan says softly, looking into your eyes.

Tell him, (Y/N). Tell him you relapsed.

"So I was thinking after we go to the restaurant we could come back and watch a movie or something? Maybe stop by my place?" Dan asks. He's dressed rather sharply, in a pressed white shirt with a black suit jacket and matching suit pants. He looks really good.

"Y-Yeah," you nod. "Let me just finish getting ready."

You return to your bedroom and change into your outfit for he evening: the ever classic little black dress. After slipping on some matching black heels, you look in the mirror. Your blood red lipstick and fingernails pop against the monochrome dress.

"Um...(Y/N)?"

Dan's voice pulls you away from the mirror.

"Yeah?" You ask nervously. Dan sounded upset. You quickly look around your flat before finding him standing in the kitchen, his back toward you.

You freeze in the doorway. Your throat goes dry, and you can't seem to find any words to say.

"(Y/N)..." Dan slowly turns around to face you.

He's holding an empty bottle in his hand.

♪He starts to notice empty bottles of gin♪

Dan looks down at the bottle in his hand, then back up at you. Anger flashes through his eyes.

"I thought you said-"

"-That was from a while ago," you interrupt him. "A long while ago. I-I just never got rid of it."

Lies.

Dan continues you glare at you.

"Then why is there still some left?" Dan asks, raising the glass bottle and shaking it back and forth. A few drops of clear, brownish liquid swishes in the bottom.

You open your mouth, then close it again.

But Dan speaks before you can.

"How many more are there?" He asks, tilting his head to the side to look at you. He does not look happy.

"W-What?"

"How many more bottles are there?" He snaps.

You set your jaw and try not to cry. "Empty or filled?"

♪And takes a moment to assess the sin she's paid for♪

"Dammit, (Y/N)!" Dan yells, throwing the bottle on the floor. It shatters, and glass splays everywhere. You wince.

"I thought you said you were doing okay! I thought you said you were drinking Ribena!" Dan shouts. He paces back and forth in your small kitchen, broken glass crunching underneath his shiny dress shoes. "You said you didn't need help! You said you were better!"

"Dan!" You rush forward and grab his arm. "Dan, I'm sorry!"

You slip a little on the glass under your heels, but Dan grabs your arms to catch you.

"(Y/N), why?" He asks, gripping your arms tighter. "Why don't you let me help you?"

"B-Because..." You straighten yourself. "I don't need help."

"Bullshit." Dan spats, letting go and pushing past you. He stomps out of the kitchen, and you stand there in shock for a moment.

"Dan, wait!" You call and quickly follow him to your lounge.

"I'm sorry!"

He doesn't answer. He just sits down on the couch and crosses his arms. He avoids your eyes.

"Please, just listen!"

♪A lonely speaker in a conversation♪

"Dan..." You sigh and sit down next to him. "I..." You squeeze your eyes shut, embarrassed about the words you want to say.

But you can't bring yourself to say them.

So the two of you sit in silence.

♪Her words are swimming through his ears again♪

Finally Dan just sighs and rubs his face with his hands. He sinks back into the couch and exhales deeply.

"Now I'm the one that needs a drink, (Y/N)."

♪There's nothing wrong with just a taste of what you've paid for♪

"Dan..." You say for the millionth time tonight. "I..."

"Go 'head," Dan says, motioning to you with his hand. "Say it. Say what you really mean."

♪Say what you mean♪

"I'm right, aren't I?" Dan asks.

You don't answer.

"Aren't I?" He repeats.

♪Tell me I'm right♪

"Yes," you whisper, looking down at your lap. You fold your hands. "You're right. I need help. I've been drinking again."

"(Y/N)-" Dan starts, but you interrupt him.

"That's not all."

Dan raises his eyebrow skeptically.

"I have something else to tell you, too," you take a deep breath.

"Go on then. Tell me the truth."

♪And let the sun rain down on me♪

When you don't speak, Dan takes your hand tightly and looks you in the eye.

"Please."

♪Give me a sign, I want to believe♪

You inhale. "Before I met you, I drank...a lot."

Despite the anxiety growing inside you, you keep your eyes locked on Dan's. You've never talked about your past before, but there's no other person you'd rather tell it to. You trust him, and you hope to God he trusts you too.

"I..." Your voice lowers. This is the hardest part to admit for you. "I s-slept around as well. And I...I took money for it. Sometimes."

Dan sits up a little straighter and shifts closer to you. He's still holding your hand.

"I did some stupid stuff," your shoulders sag. "And I hated myself for it. But I just couldn't seem to stop. I was at a point in my life where I...I just..."

At this point, the tears finally come. They pour out of your eyes, and you start sobbing.

Dan wraps his arms around you, awkwardly at first, but then he melts into a hug.

"(Y/N), listen," he says quietly. His smooth voice is right at your ear, and it almost calms you down. "I don't care."

♪Whoa, Mona Lisa, you're guaranteed to run this town♪

You hug him back tightly. "Wh-what?"

"I don't care about your past," Dan says. "Because that's exactly what it is. The past."

You pull away from the hug and wipe your eyes. No doubt your makeup is a wreak from bawling your eyes out.

"Really?" You ask. You sound like a child. So broken, so innocent. Even though you think you're the exact opposite.

Dan gives the ghost of a smile.

"Yes, really," he laughs a little.

"Th-thank you," you continue to try to wipe away your tears, but to no avail. "So much."

"I love you, (Y/N)," Dan says, holding your hand again. "And nothing will ever change that. Your past, your future, nothing. I love you."

♪Whoa, Mona Lisa, I'd pay to see you frown♪

♡fin♡