I CLOSED MY PHONE screen off and took a deep breath. Would it be a good idea to tell Cassidy what happened between Sarah and myself? I don't think I even know what happened. Thoughts kept on running through my head. Things like, maybe I'm just blowing this out of proportion and Sarah gave me nothing more than a simple drunk kiss, and other things like, I was drunk as well, maybe I kissed Sarah and not the other way around. It was frustrating me beyond what I would like. I've never been in such a hurricane of drama since the first grade when Mike and Nancy were arguing over who got to hang out with me on Fridays. I put my hand on my forehead, stroking it slowly to calm myself.

"Stressed out already, Jensen?" Over my shoulder stood Nolan who looked quite peaceful compared to the blond, worried woman in front of him. "Trust me, it's nothing having to do with work. Believe it or not I actually think of my work as a getaway from things." Nolan took a seat on the opposite side of me and took hold of the menu. "I heard that the photographers who take pictures of the food for the menus get a free meal." I quit stroking my forehead and smiled up at the tall man. "Maybe I should quit this job and look for a shoot with them." Nolan only chuckled at my joke probably because he was more interested in the food. "You're hungry, aren't you?" I asked him.

"Is it that obvious I am? Forgive me, I've only eaten breakfast which was a quickly made toast with peanut butter." My eyes squinted as I thought of how that might taste. "Was it at least good?" He tilted his head to his right and then to his left while cringing his nose,"It was alright, but I'm not one to complain." Nolan looked like a collage professor with the way he wore his coats and scarves, what made it funnier was that he actually talks like one too.

There was this nice silence settling on us, just listening to the combination of sounds of people talking nearby, dishes clanging together in the kitchen, and some of noises coming from the televisions they set up above the bar. It was so calming and relaxing it didn't feel real. I loved it.

But of course, that's not going to last long. Behind Nolan, was a clear view to the door of the restaurant. People entered in and out frequently, but it was the certain 5'9 brunette with a large forehead and over priced clothing attire that caught my attention. What the hell is Brendon doing here?

"Penelope, are you okay?" Nolan asked with concern, but all I was focused on was Brendon. He walked passed the waitresses and took a seat a couple booths away from where I was. I tore my gaze before we could make eye contact and directed it towards Nolan. "Yeah, sorry. I guess I just have a lot of things going on right now." Nolan nodded his headed empathetically. "I'm going to have to agree with you. It seems there's quite a lot going on for me as well."

I wasn't going to totally ignore Brendon, but I while most of my attention was on Nolan I kept glancing over to him. "Want to talk about it?" I asked sipping my drink that was almost empty. "Well, it's nothing bad, but more overwhelming if anything. See, I've been having so many ideas flowing through my mind about what we could do for that Three Cheers For Sweet Revenge peice you and I were talking about." I leaned in slightly, because now Brendon no longer was there and because we were now discussing My Chemical Romance. "Wait, you've actually been considering the peice? I thought we were joking!" If we're able to actually do a shoot revolving the aesthetic and/or concept of that album I think I might just implode.

"Joke or not, I think it's a wonderful idea. The raw emotion is so vivid within the instruments of each song, there's this yearning trapped inside the vocals, and this magnificent passion displayed in the aesthetic. It truly would make a brilliant peice. I've been wanting to do something for years about something tragic involving emotion, and this just takes the cake!"

Nearly in tears hearing him speak about the album with such admiration, I nodded slowly. "You literally took the words out of my mouth! Not to mention the concept of the album that would be great to really expose and incorporate into the photos. I mean, it was the story of a man and a woman who are separated by death in a gunfight. So the man ends up going to hell only to realize by the devil telling him that his wife is still alive, but the only way to be with her again is if he brings the devil the souls of a thousand evil men. So obviously, hell-bent on returning to his love the man agrees to do it, to which the devil hands him a gun and the rest is history! It's so dark and yet so breathtakingly beautiful." Nolan and I fangirled over the album's imagery like two little girls would do about Justin Beiber.

"Sorry to interrupt you two, but would you like a refill?" I looked up to see Brendon wearing a fake moustache that looks as if he bought it from Dollar General, fake prescription glasses, and a waiter's outfit. He can't be serious. I stared wide-eyed, not saying a single word. "I could use a refill, it's sweet tea-"

"I wasn't talking to you." Brendon hushed. "No thanks, I don't need a refill." Despite my words, Brendon took my glass anyway. "Dr. Pepper?" He asked. I glared so hard I was afraid my eyeballs were going to fall out. "Yes." I reluctantly spoke. "Coming right up." As he walked away I watched him stroll up and down the restaurant so casually like he actually worked there.

"Service here is a little harsh." Nolan commented. I chuckled still trying to understand what exactly Brendon's plan was. "Yeah. Definitely a little harsh."

Brendon came by within seconds again with my drink ready. "Are you ready to order yet?" Nolan hesitantly started to tell Brendon what he wanted, kind of stuttering out of fear of being scolded,"I-If it's o-okay I'd like to have the ch-cheese burger p-please." Which earned the sassiest remark I've ever heard Brendon say,"M-maybe w-with a s-side of sp-speech cl-classes M-mr. I-Stutter-Too-Much."

My jaw dropped slightly and my eyebrows stood tall. I couldn't believe how rude he was acting. He didn't even bother writing down Nolan's order, he just turned his head to me. I was so confused; I had no clue what he was thinking,"I think I'll get the same." My voice was shaky and I had not the slightest idea if it was because of shock, confusion, or any other emotion. "Anything for you, sweetheart." Brendon turned to the kitchen and yelled,"Ay yo, Tyrone, one cheese burger with fries!"

"I'd like one too-"

"No one asked you, you deep-fried frog." Brendon whipped his head around and walked away strutting his hips. I looked back at Nolan trying hard to hold in my laugh. "Deep-fried frog...that's new." He chuckled and started to graze the menu again. "I think I'll go use the restroom, I'll be right back." Nolan was about to tell me otherwise, but I quickly sprinted off.

Once I got to the restroom, I opened my phone and immediately texted the sassy waiter.

Hey, what gives?!

Beebo:
Wut

You know what I'm talking about

Beebo:
Mind elaborating just a bit?

What the hell are you doing?

Beebo:
Ohhhhhh

Is it about the waiter thing?

No, it's about chicken nuggets, of course it's the waiter thing!

Beebo:
I'm just looking out for you, Pen-Pen

By being a huge dick to my boss?

Beebo:
Precisely

Brendon, seriously?

Beebo:
Well forgive me for being a good friend

Bren, that's not being a good friend that's being an asshole

Beebo:
I'm just watching your back

I appreciate the concern, but if you're just looking out for me, what's with the need for being like that to Nolan?

Beebo:
Oh, so it has a name

BRENDON!

Beebo:
Fine, okay, okay, I'll play nice

Thank you

Beebo:
Yeah whatever

I rolled my eyes and walked back to my seat. "Sorry, where were we?"

A/N)
Sorry for the crappy chapter, I've been rushing to update but I couldn't come up with anything
:/ sorry dudes