The bright white walls drifted back into my brain. The way that they reflected the light in such a way that drove me crazy. The brightness was always overbearing, sinking into my retinas, even as I clamped my eyelids together, trying to avoid it. My skin burned at the unforgotten feeling of the stiff, scratchy fabric of the sheets. The ones whose uncomfortable, incompassionate texture reflected the hospital stay perfectly. The familiar sheets that I had to lie on uncomfortably for three months before I was released.
I felt myself begin to break out in a cold sweat, and wrenched open my eyelids. Breathing in and out deeply, my eyes took in the scene around me. Lavender walls, darkened by the drowning sun of the evening. Plush grey bed sheets, thick and warm, whose feeling I should enjoy and appreciate; although I couldn't quite escape the remembrance of the dreaded bleak white from the hospital that were forced against my skin. I tossed and turned for a bit trying to get comfortable, but nonetheless the burning sensation remained. A sudden noise distracted me for a moment, small and shrill, muffled by the contents of my bed. A simple noise I hadn't heard in a long while, that brought on to me more joy than I could describe.
I fished for my phone, giddy and excited for what I knew was happening at this very moment. Pulling it out from under my pillow, the neon light of my screen shone a message that read:

@brendonurie: LIVE on Periscope!

I swiped my thumb across the screen as quickly as possible, as feelings of relief and anxiousness flowed together inside of me. Seconds mirrored hours as Periscope struggled to load against the one bar of wifi. I held my phone out as far as my arm could reach in the direction of the server. A second bar added weakly, as did the third, and up popped the face of my idol, eyes squinted, mere inches away from the camera. I squealed in happiness and clapped my hands together, dropping my phone momentarily.
I had never been able to catch one of these Live before, due to constant sessions, and incessant treatments scheduled 24/7. So now, healthy and back on my feet, being able to do this was incredibly amazing.

I stared admiringly at Brendon's adorable face, nose scrunched, portraying unmistakable confusion.

"Zack, what?" he said, turning his head. A deep muffled voice was heard from off camera, but couldn't be understood. "No, its on, but it says I only have..." another sound cut him off, "...what?"

I was amused, watching him repeatedly squint his eyes and look back and forth between the screen and, who I assumed to be, Zack, across the room.

"What do you mean the notification's not on Twitter? I thought it was supposed to automatically send out." Brendon shouted, seeming to get more and more frustrated by the second. "I think this fucking thing is glitching because it only says I have one viewer, and there aren't any messages popping up." he sighs, letting go of the phone and running his hands through his hair, tugging at the ends.

I could hear Zack speak once more, laughing a bit afterwards.

"Of course I have my messages turned on!" he shouts across the room. "It says right fucking here." Another sigh escapes his pouted lips, as he turns to stare disappointedly at the camera. "I think I'm just going to end it."

My fingers race to the chat and I type in "Wait No" and send it as quickly as I can.

Brendon's eyes light up and a cheeky smile makes it's way onto his face. "Wait, dude, people are watching..." he turns his hear once more, and listens for a sec, "No I just got a message." he turns his face back to the camera. "Is there just one of you?"

"I guess so." I whisper, typing it into the chat box.

He squints at the screen and giggles a bit, and I feel my face suddenly stretch up into a wide smile.

"Zack grab my glasses." he calls out, scratching his forehead and keeping a watchful eye on the screen. On me.

"Get them yourself asswipe." Zack replies, finally coming into the screen. He stands back behind Brendon at the counter, and grabs a fruit from a large glass bowl. Brendon gives him a look and Zack flips him off.

"Talk to your one viewer, loser." Zack calls walking out of the room.

Brendon sighs and gives a defeated look towards the camera.

"What a douche." he says, causing me to chuckle a bit.

He stands up and walks to his counter, grabbing his glasses and sitting back down in front of me. Sliding them on, he adjusts the brim, and then runs his hand through his hair. His lips peak up into a small smirk.

"I guess it's just you and me now." he says, turning his smirk into a half smile. "Why don't you talk to me a bit. You're kinda quiet."

I blush, thankful that he can't see me. My thumbs race to the tiny keyboard. "My name's Alyssa and I love you." I type quickly before realizing what i just typed and trying to backspace. Luck doesn't seem to be in my court as I accidentally end up sending it instead. I grab my pillow and push it against my face, groaning loudly at my embarrassing message. Why did I have to start off a chat with my favorite person saying something as mortifying as that? Removing the pillow from my face, I look back to see Brendon leaned back, biting his lower lip to hide a smile.

"Well hello Alyssa. I'm Brendon and I love you as well. Thank you for choosing to hang with me this Thursday morning." he winks, fluttering butterflies through my ribcage.
His head turns to the right and I notice his eyes following something.

"Are you talking to Dallon?" Sarah asks, walking into the camera, and standing behind him. Only her abdomen was in view as she sported a white teeshirt and tight jeans. "Oh, another Periscope." she says, unamused.

"Hi Sarah! It's nice to meet you." I type, as Brendon rolls his eyes at her comment.

"Look," he says eagerly, holding his hand up to signify the screen.

She bends down closer to the screen, her face coming into view. "What did it say?" Brendon plants a small kiss on her cheek.

"It said Hi Sarah, Nice to Meet You. See, she's nice."

Sarah smiled a bit and sent a small wave my way. "Hi there..."

"Alyssa." Brendon informs.

"...Alyssa. It's nice to meet you as well." she straightens back up, running her hand trough Brendon's hair and walking away.

"So you got any requests for me? Songs? Dirty dares?" he asks, smiling like a little shit. He takes a sip of a drink I hadn't realized he had, and smiles, anticipating my answer.

"Can you sing a Panic! song for me?" Wow, I could have done so much better. 'Get naked' I thought about typing, '...and then come to my house,' but I laughed it off and waited for him to say something.

He bites the inside of his lip before saying, "Ha, sure. As long as it's not Sins." He rolls his eyes, holding two fingers up to his temple and pretending to pull the trigger.

"Don't do that." I say.

He pulls his eyebrows in at my statement, and shakes his head a bit, before taking another sip of his drink.

"So, anyways, what song?" He asks before burping, then rubbing his eyes.

"How about The Calendar?"

He raises his eyebrow and pops his knuckles, adjusting his glasses, and placing his hands at the keys.

"Excellent choice."