I Love Him, I Love Him Not.

Let me get this out in the open: I dated Brendon Urie. In high school. It wasn't the best time of my life and I regret it. He was a good boyfriend– sweet, funny, charming. He was perfect. For other girls. I loved him while it lasted. But soon, I got tired of dating the good boy. I wanted to date someone bad ass. Someone who scared me, but I couldn't really be afraid. So, I cheated on him. Brendon. And when he found out, he, of course, broke up with me.

And now, four years later, I miss him.

Sigh. No I don't own Panic At The Disco. I never have and I never will. But that's okay. I own Dawn and the story plot. Don't steal. It's not cool. So don't do it. Or I'll go kung-fu on yo' ass. ;)
The title doesn't really make sense but that's all I got. It's probably going to change, but until then, you get what you get. :D