And Isn't This Exactly Where You'd Like Me

What the fuck is Brendon doing out here? I haven't talked to him all night.

"Hey," he said.

"Hey watcha doing out here?"

"I couldn't sleep and heard someone get up."

"Oh...um you can sit down...if you want."

"Thanks."

He smelled really good. Yeah I know that's kinda weird to be thinking about but hey it's true. There was an awkward silence for a minute, neither of us knew what to say. We were just laying down staring at the stars.

"There so pretty," he said breaking me out of my thoughts."

"Yeah they are. I bet you can't find anything like this in Vegas."

"No it's way too bright out there to see the stars."

And that's how it went on for most of the night. We were talking about everything. I was surprised that we had so much in common. Especially our taste in music. Things were going great until I got a phone call...