[REAL LIFE]

[Same Day]

Dalby, Australia

Going back home is something that I never thought I would do in my life. I never expected to feel anything if my mom were to die either, but I guess that that's two things that I never expected to do. But here I am, sitting shotgun in a rental car, starting the near hour long drive to my old house. Our connection flight wasn't too long, and I didn't have a major panic again luckily.

It was nearly four in the morning, but as both Brendon and I slept nearly the entire way here, neither of us were tired yet. We figured we could drive to Dalby and have breakfast somewhere before going to the house. Hopefully, my dad still wakes up early and will be awake when we finally arrive.

Brendon was driving, despite my protests. I used to drive this road frequently, and know the way by heart, even to this day. Brendon has never been here, and even if he had been, it's nearly four A.M., so the road seems different. I still know it by heart though, even in the dark.

"Are you good? You didn't sleep much on the plane, are you sure you don't want me to drive?" I ask the brown-haired guy next to me. He had his left hand on the wheel, and his right on his knee.

"I'm positive Cam. I have my International Driving-thing, so it is completely legal for me to drive here as well. No need to worry," he said, glancing over at me several times while he was speaking.

"If you're sure, Bren," I reply and look over at him.

"I'm positive. You don't have to worry," he replied, looking back at me. "Are you going to be my personal tourist?"

"If you want me to be. I'm sure I can think of some things to show you."

"I'm glad. How much longer do you think?"

"Well as we've been on the road for nearly half an hour, maybe 20 minutes? The sun is starting to rise, so we won't be in the dark for much longer."

"That's good. Its harder to drive in the dark, especially when I don't know the road."

"Well that's why I should drive!"

"Too bad. You said it yourself, we only have about 20 minutes left. I'll be fine."

We talked about random things until we entered Dalby.

"Let's go to Coffee Club Café. I'll text my dad that we're in town. If he's awake, would you mind if he joined us for breakfast?"

"Of course not! You haven't seen him in so long, of course I won't mind," he tells me. I quickly decided to call my dad instead of texting. He answered on the third ring.

"Cammy? Is that you?"

"Yes dad, it's me. We're just getting into Dalby. Would you like to join us for breakfast at Coffee Club? It'll be my treat," I told him, and as I said this, Brendon turned to argue with me. I signalled no to him, and he closed his mouth.

"I would love to. Who's the other part of the 'we' you speak of?"

"It's a surprise. We'll be there in about 5 minutes. We'll save you a seat," I told him.

"Alright. See you in a few minutes baby girl. Bye."

"Bye dad," I said before hanging up. "He'll meet us there. I'll put the directions into my phone."

I did exactly that and we were there in no time. Brendon parked the car in front and put his hood up. I took a minute to actually put on makeup. It took me a minute to realize that I was actually about to see my dad for the first time in five years.

"Holy shit, am I actually about to see my dad for the first time in five years," I say looking towards Brendon, mascara wand in my hand, still open.

"Aren't you happy?"

"Of course I am, why wouldn't I am? I'm just worried. I haven't even talked to him in five years. It's stupid really," I told him, finishing my mascara.

"It's not stupid, I completely understand. When I first moved out to L.A., my mom was pissed. She vowed to never speak to me again. Eventually when I was on tour I met up with her, and we're back on good terms. And if your dad doesn't do the same, then we'll go stay in a hotel instead. I want to meet him though, and I believe the best option is for you to give him a chance as well."

"I will, Bren. Let's go," I told him and started to open the door. He grabbed my hand and pulled me back to him. He kissed me quickly before releasing me and letting me get out of the car, a huge smile on my face. Brendon and I walked inside completely removed from each other.

"Hello welcome to the Coffee Club Café," a waiter said. "Oh my god, Cam!"

She ran over to me and gave me a huge hug. I pushed him back to look at him.

"Jax!" I yelled, wrapping him in a hug again. He squeezed me tightly before releasing me.

Jaxon was my best friend when I still lived here. He moved in next door to my house when I was 8, and we've been friends ever since.

"Jax, it's so good to see you! This is Brendon, Bren this is Jaxon. He was my neighbor and best friend," I say, introducing the two.

"Nice to meet you, Jaxon," Brendon said, holding his hand out for Jax to shake. He took it and spoke.

"You too Brendon. I'm a huge fan of your work," he said before releasing Brendon's hand and turning towards me. "Take 207, it's my table."

Knowing exactly where that was, I go there with Brendon following me. I sat down and he sat down next to me. We waited for approximately 30 seconds until my dad got there.

When I saw him, Brendon stood up and let me get out. I stood up and took a few steps towards my dad.

"Cammy, come here," he said and held his arms out. I stepped forward and gave him a massive hug, which lasted for an unknown amount of time. When he finally released me, I realized I had tears running dow mm my face again. I sat back down, and he sat across from Brendon and I. I wiped my eyes and introduced Brendon to my dad.

"Dad, this is Brendon Urie, Brendon, this is my dad, Andrew." They shook hands.

"It is very nice to meet you Brendon. How's my baby girl been?"

"I've been good. Could be better, but definitely good. How have you been?"

"As good as can be expected I guess. I'm mainly just tired of people asking how I am and bringing me food. They all bring me healthy shit," he adds under his breath, bringing both Brendon and I to laugh.

"Don't worry. I'll make you your usual food," I say right as Jax arrives to take our orders. Brendon and I ended up ordering the same thing, which made us laugh again. Jax took the orders back, but returned almost immediately, pulling up an extra chair.

"You guys are the only ones in here, I'm just going to visit. I haven't seen Cam in five years, we need to catch up," he said. Brendon put his hand protectively on my leg, and I could tell Jax saw.

"You don't need to be worried buddy. I'm not going to go for her," Jax reassured him. "I mean, it's not like I wouldn't, because come on, it's Camari, but I'm gay."

I could visibly see Brendon's shock when he says this. I've known about Jax since before Jax knew. Before I moved, I told him all my secrets, and he told me all of his. I was the first person he came out to, even before his parents.

Jaxon is also the 'poster boy of straightness'. He was MVP at lacrosse every year, and was even being scouted before he completely tore his rotator cuff, meaning he could never play as well ever again. He stayed over for nearly two weeks, as he couldn't go home without his dad yelling at him. He cried himself to sleep the entire time, and not because of the pain in his shoulder. The moment he turned 18, he moved out and hasn't spoken to his dad since.

"Way cool man, I never would've guessed it," Brendon said, taking a big drink of his coffee.

"I've heard that. Anyways, how's Hollywood Cam?"

"Good and bad. I just finished filming Suicide Squad, but with that came a lot of backlash. But luckily I've had this guy to help me along," I tell them, resting my head on his shoulder. He kissed the top of my head before turning back to the rest of the group.

"Awww, lovebirds. Let my go get your food," Jax said, standing up and leaving.

"Ah, I see. That's what's going on here. How long have you two been together?"

"About a month now," Bren said, looking back down at me. I nodded my head along to what he was saying. I felt a smile grow across my face.

"How nice," my dad said, right as Jax came back with our food and a muffin for himself. We continued our conversation through our meal and longer. Finally we decided to leave when the restaurant got busy and Jax had to get back to work. I tried to pay, but Jax insisted that it was on the house.

"Thank you Jax, it was great to see you again," I said, giving him a huge hug.

"I hope you know that I'm definitely coming to visit you while you're still here."

"I definitely do," I told him before he got back to work. "See you at home dad."

Brendon and I went to the car, and before he could get in, I jumped into the driver's seat.

"What are you doing? Let me drive."

"Bren, I know this city like the back of my hand. Let me drive, please," I tell him . He nodded before getting into the passenger seat. Once he was seat belted in, I took off driving, following the roads by memory.

We arrived at my old house at the same time my dad did. As soon as I saw the house, tears started running down my face again. I covered my face with my hands, and felt Brendon's arms wrap around me.

"We don't have to come here if you don't want to," he whispers in my ear. I nod my head, right as there's a knock on the window. Brendon removes his arms and rolls down his window.

"What's wrong?"

"She's had a lot of trouble dealing with what's happened and coming here definitely hasn't helped. Would you mind sir if I took her for a drive to calm down a little?"

"Go right ahead. Just get my baby girl better for me," he says. I hear the car door open, and then mine opens and I'm being picked up bridal style. I turn to the persons shoulder and cry into it, but only for a few seconds, because I'm put back down.

"No, no!" I turn to Brendon, "don't leave me."

"I'm right here baby. Nothings going to get you. Do you want to go inside, or somewhere else?"

"I just want to be with you. Where ever you want to be," I tell him, trying to get my arms around him again.

"Let's go inside and go to sleep. You'll feel better after you wake up, trust me," he said and picked me back up. I shift to where he's carrying me in a backwards piggy-back. He carries me to th house where my father has the door open.

"Her old room is the first door on the left upstairs,"dad says. I feel Bren nod and start up the stairs. He takes it slow, as to not disturb me. I continue crying into his shoulder, and soon enough I'm being laid down on a soft surface, which I can only assume was my old bed. I unwrap my arms around him and bring a pillow to my chest instead. When Brendon goes to leave, I immediately stop him.

"No! Don't go," I yell weakly. "Please."

"I'm not leaving you Cam, I'm just going to get your luggage so you can change into something more comfortable. Your dad is going to be in here in about 3 seconds anyways, so you won't be alone,"he tells me. Right as he said, my dad walked in and sat on the edge of my bed. Brendon left, but I didn't notice.

"Why didn't you tell me dad?" I asked, looking up towards him.

"She told me not to. She said that if I told you before she- you know- then she would stop all treatment. There was a chance that she could've survived, and I couldn't risk it baby girl," he said. At this I started crying harder, knowing that it was probably one of the hardest decisions he had to make, and also knowing that my mom hated me that much before she died. "Just so you know, she was going to call you. It was on her to-do list. She was just waiting until it was a decent time there in L.A.. She read everything she saw about you online, watched every movie and TV show you've been in. She somehow even got tickets for her, Jax, and I to go to the premiere in Sydney. We were going to surprise you."

His voice breaks and a lone tear slides down his face. Brendon walks in a few seconds later, somehow carrying all of our luggage. My dad stands up and turns to him.

"I-I'm sorry. I can't," he says before walking out and closing the door behind him. Brendon sets the suitcases down and sits down on the bed next to me again. I move my head so it's resting on his lap, and he starts stroking my hair, moving it out if my face.

"I'm so sorry Cam. If there was anything I could do to take your pain away, I would do it in a heartbeat. I hate seeing you in pain."

"I wouldn't give the pain I'm feeling right now to anyone, not even my worst enemy. There is no way in hell I would give you this pain, or even wish it on you," I tell him, looking up at him briefly before sitting up. I wipe my tears away and stand up, going to my suitcase.

I pull out a pair of sweatpants and instruct him not to turn around until I say. I quickly change before folding the pants that I was wearing and put them back into my suitcase. I tell him he can turn back around if he wants.

"Do you want one of my shirts babe?" He asks, and I nod. I dig in my suitcase to find a sports bra instead of the regular one I'm wearing, and he tosses me a shirt. He turns back around, and I change.

As I'm fastening my bra, I catch him turning around and peeking.

"Hey mister. I didn't say that you could look yet," I say, and cover myself up with his shirt.

"Sorry, I couldn't resist myself," he said, fully turning around. He moves over towards me and wraps his arms loosely around my waist. "You're just so damn beautiful."

"Shut up," I saw, feeling my face heat up.

"Why? I'm just stating the facts," he tells me before kissing me softly. When he pulls away, I lean my forehead against his, before he kisses my again, harder this time. When it gets more heated, I pull away.

"Not right now Bren. And definitely not for the first time when my dad is downstairs, in my old bedroom."

"Fair enough. I can respect that. But please, put a shirt on. I don't know how long I can control myself without it," he says, his voice going deep. He kisses me one last time before breaking it. I put his shirt on and lay back down. "I'm going to change as well."

He grabs his pajama bottoms and changes quickly. I look away as to provide him with the privacy he gave me. He lays down, and I move my head to rest on his chest. He puts his arm under me and around my shoulders.

Next thing I know, we're both fast asleep.