Right Back Where We Started

Chloe's Point of View

"I'm really sorry about earlier, love," I whispered, snuggling closer to Brendon. I felt nothing but horrible about leaving his set, especially since it had been totally unnecessary. Thanks, Alex.

"Don't worry about it, Chloe. It's fine, I promise."

I looked up towards him and he stole a quick kiss. An unstoppable smile came to my face. This boy is fantastic. Especially since he dealt with the fact that I would never, never get tired of The Breakfast Club. Which we were watching now, sitting on the One Last Request bus, much like we had years ago on that first tour together.

After such a long, hot day, I couldn't help but drift slowly in and out of sleep on the couch. I had almost completely made it to dreamland and I wasn't sure if it was real when I heard Brendon whisper, "Oh, shit."

I stretched my arms out and sat up slowly. "What's going on?" The words came out in a sleepy half-yawn.

"Look outside," He whispered. I followed his gaze through the window, still in a sleepy, confused daze.

"Is that...?" I couldn't voice the whole sentence. I was waking up now, and quickly. "Is she talking to William?" I looked straight into Brendon's eyes. I felt like I had to whisper, despite the fact that there was no way either of the two outside would hear us.

We watched her wave goodbye in a light, distant manner before walking towards the bus. It was obvious that Brendon and I were on the same page when we both turned back towards the TV. Brendon laughed way too boldly at nothing in particular as soon as Sophie entered the bus. Smooth.

She stopped, a few feet in front of the door, her trademark glare emanating from her entire body, not just her face. "What. Do you. Know." She snapped, taking a few steps to stand directly in front of the TV and glare down towards Brendon.

"Oh! Hey, Sophie!" Brendon said, acting surprised. Kinda.

"Brendon Urie, explain to me why William Beckett is here, how I didn't know that, and why the hell he thinks I am not Sophie, but some new singer of One Last Request?"

I didn't speak. I was horrible at lying or keeping secrets, especially from Sophie.

"I didn't tell you," Brendon started, sounding much more confident now, "Because I didn't want you to flip out. Like now."

"Oh, believe me, Urie. This is not flipping out."

"He is here because he plays music and this happens to be a huge music tour." He said, sounding snarky now. I knew he was just messing with Sophie, making fun, but I hoped she would get that.

"That doesn't explain why he doesn't think I'm me." She snapped.

"That's kinda my fault," I said quickly. "He asked if we got a new singer and I told him kinda and sorta didn't directly say it was you but didn't directly say it wasn't?"

Sophie pursed her lips for a moment before laughing lightly. "You're lucky I love you, Chloe. Why didn't you let me in on this!? I can confuse the hell out of him too, you know!"

"Well, did you tell him that you're actually Sophie?" Brendon asked.

"I didn't!" The pieces obviously clicked in Sophie's mind. "I need to go plot something. And possibly sleep." She grinned before going back to the bunks.

Finally, Brendon and I could get back to our movie. He put his arm around my waist and pulled me so I was cuddling with him again. I rested my head and his chest and curled my legs onto the couch.

Everything was peaceful for a while, until someone else burst into the bus. "Hey, is Sophie in here?" The person asked as he walked in. Alex.

"She's back in the bunks, I think she's trying to sleep." I said, gesturing towards the door towards the bunk area. "You can see if she's up, if you want."

"No, it's not important," He shrugged. He took a few slow steps into the bus, not talking for a minute before he asked, "Are you guys watching The Breakfast Club? This is great!" I was pushed to sit up, and move my legs from the couch, when he sat down. "Mind if I join?"

"Actually - " Brendon started, his voice quiet. I nudged him slightly. Be nice. He sighed in response. Loudly.

I couldn't help but notice that his grip, arm around my shoulders, tightened. Oh dear.