A QUIET VIBRATION emerged from my phone. I was currently editing some of the pictures I had taken from my previous photography trip, when my cell phone started to ring. It was pretty late, so I thought maybe it was just one of the girls trying to make sure I was ready to leave the next morning, but it wasn't. Instead, my screen held the words, 'Beebo'.

I knew I had to answer it, but this would be the first time we called each other. To normal people this probably wouldn't be such a big deal, but from our texts, Brendon and I are far from normal. My hand picked up my phone, and my thumb answered the call. "Hey." It was the first word I ever said to him. Maybe I should've gone with 'hello' or 'yo', maybe even 'sup'.

I never was the type to get social anxiety or anything related to it, in fact I'm probably the most sociable person I know, but for some reason, most likely my lack of sleep, I was nervous. "Hey, Pen-Pen." Brendon told me. I was smiling like an idiot, and felt like one too. His voice was completely smooth, and relaxing. Anyone could melt with one word he uttered.

"I know it's really fucking late, but I kind of just felt like calling you so..." His words dangled in the air, I just let them sing in my ears. "Nah, it's totally cool. I was up anyways."

He chuckled at my response. Brendon Urie was actually talking to me. The man I had been listening to on my headphones was communicating with me through my cell phone. Honestly, how am I not dead already?

"Working, or what?" He asked me. "Yeah, just stuff. So tomorrow we finally meet, huh?" It was almost as if I could hear him smile. What was happening to me? I haven't felt this way since middle school when I was in love with stupid singers from boy bands. "Yeah we do. I'm really excited to see what you look like." He cracked a joke, and my instincts screamed at me to laugh as if I were the joker. Thankfully, I didn't, but these emotions were really aggravating me.

"Don't get your hopes up, I may have been birthed by a goddess, but then the doctor decided to whack me with the ugly stick." My cheeks didn't need blush to glow, I didn't need a stupid comedy to make my teeth show as I laughed, all I needed was his laughter. "Same thing for me, I was crafted by angels, but then again they did drop me from pretty high up."

There was a pause in our conversation. I listened closer to hear what was going on, it sounded like Sarah had gotten home. I couldn't hear much of them talking, but I did hear laughing.

"Sorry, that was just Sarah. She's gonna hop into the shower, but she says, 'hi'." My smile had fallen, but I remained happy since I was still talking to him. "Ahh, so does she know I'm your side chick, yet?" I was obviously joking, of course. "Somewhat. I told her a lot of stuff about you, and how you gave me some advice on us. You know ever since Sarah found out I liked Melanie, we've tried communicating more with each other, and I've never felt more close to her, all thanks to you."

My heart wanted to tear from my chest and yell into the phone how much I liked him, but my brain knew how foolish and dramatic that would be, so I bit my tongue and instead answered," That's amazing, Urie! I guess I've earned the term 'Cupid' now."

"I guess you have. You know for someone with such good advice you'd think you'd be in a relationship." He had a point, but it sure was sharp. A little offended, I laughed it off,"Yeah see I'm doing this thing where I'm not tied down to a relationship at the moment. Penelope Jenson is way too spunky to be burdened by such weights." He scoffed, which is what I felt like doing. Truth be told, I wouldn't mind a relationship right now. It does tend to get lonely in such a busy life.

"Being in a relationship isn't as shitty as you think it is. Sometimes it's just what you need to learn more about yourself." I could feel the emotion and passion Brendon carried in his words, I started feeling saggy and the desire of wanting a relationship drooped over me like a bean bag. I had to avoid this conversation somehow. "Wow, Urie, you've unlocked the 'deep' side of yourself, congratulations."

Sensing my sarcasm, he replied,"Romantic Brendon is Deep/Cheesy/Sappy Brendon." I laughed,"That's adorable. I'm not too into the romance kind of thing so this is a whole other world for me right now." My scoff was followed by him saying,"You never know, you could meet someone at the concert." You. "I could, but I wouldn't want to. There's only three people in the world that I need, and that would be me, myself, and I."

I grew up pretty independent and confident, never really needing anyone to lean on, but I have to confess it never hurts to have that. "Well you certainly do make me happy, cute grenade."

"Is that still my stupid name in your phone?" I walked over to my kitchen, and opened a bottle of water.

"I could change it to 'hot' grenade if you want." Water shot out my mouth. "You're such a flirt, damn." I laughed cleaning up my mess. "Dallon says the same thing, but that's just my personality, so deal with it." He sassed. "Carefull there, gorgeous, I still am saving that ass kicking for you."

"I've got so much booty, it probably won't even fucking hurt that much, so bring it on, blondie." Brendon has to be a five year old in disguise. "That's so freaking true, I think I even read somewhere you wear women's jeans because of that fat ass of yours." Big forehead and butt, what do you know? "Yeah, I do, but I'm actually just in my boxers right now."

The mentle image of him sitting on his desk chair on the phone with me only in his boxers appeared in my mind's eye, and I immediately regretted bringing up the subject. "Too much information. Which that reminds me are you actually planning on flashing Melanie?"

There was a short pause on his line, almost as if he was contemplating the idea. "Yeah, definitely going to show her my man boobies. Probably won't even wear a shirt, just walk into the concert with my pants, and shoes."

How is he so comfortable talking about this? Who am I kidding, of course he is, he's Brendon Urie after all.

"They'll be on you, though, right?" He laughed again and said,"See Penny, that all just depends on my mood at the time." The one person popped into my thoughts, so I had to say it,"And if Dallon is still the one who makes you sweat. You can't tell, but I'm currently wiggling my eyebrows."

"But he's a fever I can't sweat out."

"That would be my second favorite album from you guys."

"What's your first?"

"Pretty. Odd and Death Of A Bachelor have my heart."

"Death of a bachelor, in my opinion, has to be the best album yet."

"Two Door Cinema Club has some competition I must confess." I said chuckling into my phone. "Do you do anything besides photography, texting, and listening to music?" Although I laughed, I was slightly hurt by this truth. I mean, I have a life. I...nah I totally don't have a life.

"Like hobbies?" I asked him.

"Yeah, you know I've been texting you for this long, I should at least know the easy stuff."

"Easy stuff, huh? Well, I like reading." I could hear him snort louder than my heart beat. "Come on, give me something to work with." He was really trying so I might as well. "Okay, how about I say a fact about me, and then you answer with a fact about you?" "Alright. Let's start with favorites, you go first."

"My favorite color's dark green."

-"Red and Cerulean Blue."

"27 is my favorite number."

-"Mine is 3."

"How I Met Your Mother."

-"Friends."

"This is getting kind of hard." I laughed out loud thinking about all my favorite things. "How about favorite ice cream flavor?" He asked. I thought about it, then finally said,"Vanilla."

"Alright we got one thing in common."

"What? Your favorite flavor is vanilla?" This was surprising to me, because you would think for a guy with such a wild personality it would be something crazy. "Yeah, rocky road's pretty dope too."

"Favorite movie?" I knew mine right off the bat, but this has to be good. "I honestly don't know. I like so fucking many." "Mine is definitely Marley And Me." It did have a sad ending, and it does make me cry every time I watch it, but it's just so amazing. "That movie's freaking sad! Why would you like it? I mean I cry every time I see it!"

"But it's worth watching a second time, and many more times after that." I told him.

"It's still freaking sad. But anyways, who's your favorite singer?" It was obvious, but I wanted to be evil and throw him off. "You." I answered confidently. "What? It's not Melanie Martinez?"

"It actually is Elvis Presley, but I wanted to throw off."

"So evil. Shame on you!"

"Do you need a sippy cup? Because you're acting like a Crybaby." My references made us both laugh. "Can't wait to see you at the pity party, Penny."

"Same here."

A/N:
OH CRAP! I HAVEN'T WRITTEN FIRST PERSON IN FOREVER!

I really hoped you guys enjoyed this chapter. I know it was super long, but I don't get to write like this a lot on this story obviously, so hopefully this wasn't as horrible as I'm thinking it is. Also, I want to just thank you guys SO freaking much on all the love this story is recieving.

It's been really stressful lately, I've been helping my brother and his wife move, then I got my period, which gave me so many mood swings that I couldn't write because I would screw up my characters' personality. (You did not need to know that)

Not to mention all the sleep I'm not getting, so that doesn't help either. But I'm just happy seeing all the votes and comments you guys leave, it really does make my day. So big thanks!