Chapter 2

The maiden stood by the window. The sun was still rising, and it painted a beautiful picture in the sky. She stared at the highest tower of the faraway castle.

"Dear prince," she said out loud, "Someday, please find me and rescue me. I know you can't hear me, and you don't know who I am. You think I'm just another lonely girl, waiting for someone. I guess that is the truth. I'm nothing special. You will never find me, and I will be trapped here forever. But I still have a small bit of hope..."

She turned around abruptly. A mysterious ringing sound filled the room.

-

I shot out of bed. The phone ringing woke me up.

"Hello?" I heard my mom answer from the living room. "I don't know, I think she's still asleep. Just a second, let me check."

"I'm awake!" I shouted, running toward my mom.

"Oh, she's right here," my mom said.

"Hello?" I said, and headed back towards my room.

"Hi Morgan, it's Tiffany. Did you read the newspaper today? It says that-"

"Tiffany..." I interrupted. "What was with you and Kendra last night?"

"What do you mean?" Tiffany said. "We're really sorry, but we were really bored and couldn't stand another second of that stupid movie."

"If you guys were really my friends, you would've stayed with me," I said. "That's what friends do. They don't abandon their best friends at their own birthday party!"

"I'm sorry!" Tiffany shouted. "We were just-"

"Don't repeat yourself," I said. "You are not my friend anymore, and neither is Kendra. Goodbye."

"Morg-" I hung up.

"Morgan!" my mom yelled. "That is no way to talk to your friends!"

"You heard all that?" I said. "They aren't my friends anymore. I can talk to them however I want. By the way, please don't listen to my phone conversations. I need privacy too, you know!"

"Morgan, what's up with you?" my mom said, sitting down on my bed. "You've been very irritable and rude lately. Is something wrong?"

"Yes," I said. "You."

"Fine," my mom said. She left my room and slammed the door.

I was at a total low mood-wise again. There was only one person I could turn to now- Brendon.

"Brendon," I said. "What are your parents like? Were they insane like mine? What about your friends? Did they ever betray you? God, I feel like such an idiot. You obviously can't answer me. You're just a picture on a wall."

At that moment, I remembered something. When Tiffany first started talking to me, she asked me if I had read the newspaper. I now had to read it, in case it was something important. Which it probably was, in order for Tiffany to phone me and tell me about it.

I quietly opened my bedroom door and tiptoed out. I snuck past the kitchen, where my mom now was.

"Shakespeare again?" my mom said.

"Uh, yeah," I said. "It's fascinating."

I went into the living room, picked up the newspaper off the table and sat down on the couch to read it.

I flipped through the paper for a few minutes. There was nothing interesting so far. Suddenly, I came to a page of concert listings. One in pareticular caught my eye:

Panic at the Disco
April 10th

So that was what Tiffany wanted to tell me. There was no way I could miss out on this. It would be a dream come true, literally. There was just one problem: my parents.

"Hey, Mom," I said. "Can I-"

"No," she said.

"What?" I shouted. "I haven't even told you what it is yet!"

"Okay, go on," she said. "Tell me what it is."

"There's a concert coming up, on April 10th," I said. "I would really, really, love to go. It would be like a dream come true. Can I, please?"

My mom sighed. "Morgan, Sweetie, you haven't been very nice lately. I don't think you deserve it."

"But Mom...I'm sorry for everything. For being rude to Leah, and to Tiffany and Kendra, and you, and everything I did. Please, just let me go..."

My mom sighed again. "I accept your apology, but I believe that you deserve a punishment for the way you've been. This can be your punishment."

"What would Dad say?" I asked. My dad was away on a business trip, and wouldn't be back for about a week or so.

"You can talk to him if you want, but I know almost surely that he would agree with me."

"Mom...you are so cruel." I ran back to my room and slammed the door loudly.

I stared up at Brendon. "I will find a way to see you, and I will do anything for it," I said.

I lay on my bed for what seemed like an hour. I didn't feel like moving. My peace was interrupted by the phone ringing again.

My door opened suddenly. "It's for you," my mom said.

"If it's Kendra or Tiffany, I don't want to talk," I said.

"It isn't," my mom said, and handed me the phone.

"Hello?"

"Hi Morgan, it's Leah!"

Oh, great.

"Hi Leah, what's up?"

"Well, I really badly need to go shopping tomorrow, but all my friends are busy! Would you go with me?"

I really wanted to say no, but I knew that my mom was listening. "Oh, sure," I said. "Sounds fun."

"Okay, great!" Leah said. "Meet you at the mall tomorrow morning at ten, okay?"

"Okay!" I said, faking being excited. "See you tomorrow! Bye." I hung up.

"What's up?" my mom asked as she stood in my doorway.

"I'm going shopping with Leah tomorrow morning," I said.

"Oh, good," my mom said. "She needs more time to bond with you. You're a role model to her, you know."

"I know," I said.

"Anything else?" my mom asked.

"No, that was it," I said. My mom left the room. I stood up to close the door.

"Great," I said. "I can't do anything I want, but I have to do whatever Leah wants. My life isn't fair. She's so spoiled!"

I laid back down on my bed. I thought about my situation. Suddenly, my mind lit up. I had a plan.

OMG whats the plan? bash Leah on the head and mimck her voice over the phone asking for Panic tickets so that she can go????

or something else?

:O what's her plan?!
and aww, poor morgan. her mommy is meannn.
update sooon!

GET LEAH TO GO WITH YOU TO THE CONCERT!...then kill her...then sell her ticket...

Make Leah say that she wants to go to the Panic concert?

lawlz, i named it.

i like it. especially cuz it starts with the dream....

Chapter 3

The prince and his loyal friend stood in the window of the tallest tower of the palace. You could see the entire kingdom from that height. It was a beautiful sight.

"What a beautiful place," the prince said. "I feel so lucky to live here."

"I know," his friend said.

A strange sound entered the prince's ears. It sounded like a girl...yelling...

"Hark! Do you hear that?" the prince said.

"I don't hear a thing," his friend said. "What do you hear?"

"It's a girl's voice, yelling, but I can't tell what she's saying..."

-

Brendon's POV

"Bren, what are you doing?"

I yawned and rubbed my eyes. Everything was blurry. I put on my glasses. That made everything better.

"What do you mean, what am I doing?" I said to Ryan, who was in the bunk below mine.

"You were tossing and turning, a lot," Ryan said. "Were you having an intense dream or something?"

I remembered my dream. "I had a dream, but it wasn't really intense, it was just weird," I said.

"Tell me about it," Ryan said.

"I was some kind of prince of this weird kingdom, and you were my friend," I said. "It was kind of like the start of some fairy tale. Then I heard a girl yelling, and you didn't, and it was weird."

"Interesting," Ryan said. "Where was your princess?" he said jokingly.

"There was no princess," I said. "It was just me and you."

"There should've been one," Ryan said. "Don't you ever get lonely? You're the only one of us without a girlfriend."

"No, I don't feel lonely. I don't need a girlfriend," I lied. I actually felt lonely most of the time, and I felt envious that everyone else in the band had a girlfriend except for me. I was good at keeping my feelings hidden.

We were on the tour bus, somewhere in the middle of nowhere. I didn't know where we were and I really didn't care.

"What time is it?" I asked.

"It's, uh, five in the morning," Ryan said.

"Okay, then," I said. "It's too early. I'm going back to sleep." I laid my head back down on the pillow.

-

Morgan's POV

There is no point in me telling you about my dream again. It was the same as always. I was waiting for a prince who never came.

I arrived at the mall exactly on time. I spotted Leah sitting on a nearby bench.

"Hey, Leah," I said, faking a smile.

"Hi Morgan! Ready for some super fun shopping?"

"Oh, yeah," I said. Just then I remembered my plan. "Leah...before we get started, I have to ask you something."

"Okay, what is it?" Leah asked.

"Are you busy on April 10th?" I asked.

"April 10th? I don't think so, why?"

"There's this concert that I want to go to very badly that night," I said. "Would you go with me?"

"Uh, sure," Leah asked. "Why can't you go with your friends? Wouldn't you rather go with them than me?"

"That's the thing," I said. "You have to follow these instructions exactly. Okay?"

Leah nodded, unsure of what was going on.

"Okay. What you have to do is ask your mom if you can go to the concert, and tell her that you're going with me. If all goes well, she'll say yes. Then we'll be able to go and have the time of our lives."

"Okay, but I'm still confused," Leah said. "Why do you need me to go?"

"I'm techically not allowed to be going," I said. "But I realized last night that I always have to do whatever you want to do. So if you say that you want to go to this concert, then I can go with you."

"Okay," Leah said.

"And whatever you do, don't tell anyone that I told you to do this," I said. "It's our secret."

"It's safe with me," Leah said.

"Good," I said. I wondered if I trusted her.

"So what concert is this, exactly?" Leah asked.

"Remember that cute guy my friends gave me a picture of at my birthday?" I said. "It's him and his band."

"Oh, him!" Leah shouted. "Now I can't wait! He's sooo hot! Maybe he'll see me and fall in love with me! EEE!"

I laughed. She was so naive.

-

When I came home, I was in a much better mood than before. I wasn't mad at anyone anymore. I had to call Tiffany or Kendra to apologize.

I dialed Tiffany's number. There was no answer. I tried her cell.

"Hi, I'm at Kendra's, who is this?"

"Hi Tiff, it's Morgan."

"Morgan? I though you weren't friends with us anymore."

"I'm so sorry. I've been a real bitch. I-"

"Wait, hold on a second."

There was a pause.

"There, I put it on speaker phone."

"Hi Morgan!" I heard Kendra's voice say.

"Hi Kendra," I said. "What I was saying was, I'm sorry for being a bitch and for getting mad at you. I don't blame you for leaving my party. It really was getting boring."

"Aw, thanks," Kendra said. "So, are you going to you-know-what on April 10th?"

"Of course I am!" I said. "Why wouldn't I?"

"Well, we thought you might have been grounded or something," Tiffany said. "We know your parents well enough."

"Well, technically you're right," I said. "I'm not allowed to go. But I told Leah to ask if she can go, and if she can, then I'll have to go with her! Isn't that brilliant?" My mom was out shopping, so there was no danger of being overheard.

"Definitely," Kendra said.

"Wait, you want to go with Leah?" Tiffany said. "That would absolutely ruin it for me, if I were you."

"Yeah, well you guys can come too, and then we can all hang out together and completely ignore Leah!"

"Awesome," Kendra said. "See you at school tomorrow?"

"Yeah," I said. "Talk to you guys later!"

"Bye!" Tiffany and Kendra said at the same time.

I hung up the phone, and laid down on my bed. Everything was perfect now. I loved my life.

I stared up at Brendon. "It won't be long," I said.

D:

10 years ago I wrote a fic about certain celebrity dreaming about a girl, he'd later meet her at a concert and realize she was real and she was having the same dreams.

D:

it's like dejavu

really? that isn't good. D:

oh cool!! i like my plan about bashing leah over the head with a phone book!

omg yayyy, things are going to get better for morgan. i have this feeling! :O
update soon!

YAY! ALL FICTIONAL US ARE BESTEST BUDDIES AGAIN!....and were gonna go to the concert! YAY!...lmao

awesome updates

Chapter 4

The princess was standing at her window, as she usually did. It was a sunny day in the kingdom. With the exception of the fact that she was still locked up, everything was beautiful.

There was a knock on the door. That's strange, the princess thought. It wasn't mealtime yet. She wondered who it could be, and opened the door. She gasped.

-

April 10th

I woke up on the couch. I wondered how long I had been sleeping for. It was after school, the day of the concert, and I was more excited than I had ever been.

"Morgan, get up," my mom yelled. "We have to go grovery shopping."

"Go without me," I said. "I need time to get ready for the concert."

"But Morgan, if you don't come then you won't have any say in what he have to eat around here," my mom said. "Get up."

"Fine," I said, and got up. I didn't bother to put on any nice clothes or reapply my makeup. It would just be a quick trip to the store. I hopped in the car.

-

At the store

I helped my mom with the shopping while my dad stood at the magazine stand. He was so lazy.

"Morgan, go get some cereal," my mom ordered.

"Fine," I said. I walked to the cereal section. As I turned down the aisle, I briefly saw a familiar figure turn down at the other end.

No way, I thought to myself. It couldn't have been him. I'm seeing things.

I ran down the aisle, and turned the corner into the next one down. Then, I realized that I really wasn't seeing things. I only saw him from behind, but I recognized his dark hair, his nice bum, his sparkly Converse.

"Hello?" I said. I always pictured myself getting all nervous and giggly at this point. I surprised myself at how sane I was, but my stomach was still loaded with butterflies.

He did a quick U-turn, flicking his hair around. "Hi," he said. Oh my God.

"Hey...can you sign my, uh, shoe?" I asked. I took my left shoe off, balancing on one foot, not having anything better for him to sign.

"Sure thing," Brendon said. He took my shoe, took a pen out of his pocket and signed the shoe.

"Wow, thank you so much!" I said.

"No problem," Brendon said, smiling and handing the shoe back to me. "So, will I be seeing you tonight?"

"Of course," I said, smiling back and putting my shoe back on.

"Great! I hope to see you," Brendon said. "Now, if you don't mind, I'm kind of busy right now."

"That's okay, I understand," I said. "Bye."

"Bye," Brendon said. He turned away, when suddenly, I heard a high-pitched scream from behind.

"BRENDON!!! AHHH!"

I turned around, and a couple of girls, about fifteen, came running.

"Hey girls, sorry, but I'm kind of busy right now. Talk to you later. Bye." Brendon walked away. I looked at the girls' faces. One of them looked as if she was about to cry.

"Did you get the cereal?" my mom asked, suddenly appeaing.

"Oh, right, cereal!" I said. "I forgot. Give me another second, okay?"

"Okay," my mom said. "So if you weren't looking for cereal, what were you doing?"

"Oh, I ran into, um, a friend, from, uh, school," I said.

"Oh, I see," my mom said, sounding as if she didn't believe me. "Well, hurry up, we have to go soon."

"Okay," I said. I pranced back to the cereal section and picked a random box off the shelf. I didn't care what kind of cereal I chose. I felt like I was floating on a cloud.

-

Brendon's POV

I got back on the bus, threw the shopping bags on the table and sat down.

"Hey, what took you so long?" Spencer asked.

"Fans," I said. "They're everywhere I go, honestly."

"I know, isn't it crazy?" Spencer said. "Were these particularily insane fans? You know, the ones that don't talk, they scream?"

"Yeah," Brendon said. "Well actually, there were three of them, and only two of them were like that. The other one was actually really nice and normal. She could only have been about thirteen or fourteen, but she was so different from the rest."

Jon walked in half-way through what I said. "Oh, is someone so desperate that he's crushing on thirteen-year-olds now?" he said, half-jokingly.

"Shut up," I said. I thought about that girl. She was much too young, but she was very pretty. And nice. And...oh God. I guess I was too desperate.

"Bren, you're blushing," Jon said. Spencer giggled like a little girl.

"Okay, so fine. I am too desperate. But that girl was not like the others, I'm serious."

Jon laughed. "Oh, Brendon," he said. "What are we ever going to do about you?"