As I sit here in the back of my fathers car with a sleeping Nirvana, the event that happened this morning comes to mind. It was weird her emotions changed so quickly. She was so happy at my parents house. Her tiny adorable  giggles filling the room with the others at one of my brothers jokes. Her eating her whole meal made me happy too, considering from where she was and how she is now. I'll miss the old little shy her that I first found a week ago. She's changed so much this past week. Well not so much, but enough to make me miss the old her. I love her now, of course I do. I just wish she didn't start to be a little more independent. I love when she stands next to me holding on to my hand or arm or when we're at home, and she's curled up to me with her head laying on my chest. She's like a little innocent princess that's never been displayed to the world. "Hey Brendon?" I lift my head up to look at my father through the rear view mirror. "Don't let her go. She's very special." I smile and look down at her sleeping figure. "I could never." I see her slight smile she's trying to hide and kiss the side of her head. His car comes to a stop, and  I open the door and pick up Nirvana; going with her act of sleeping.  

I close the door with my hip and walk inside the apartment complex. I walk up our two flights of stairs to our door, and some how manage to unlock the door. Laying Nirvana on the bed, I unbutton my shirt and throw it in the corner. Normally I would have went to bed with out one, but since Nirvana is here I'd rather not. When I just go over to my closet I hear a soft voice speak up."Bren where are you?" I turn around and scratch my neck."I'm by the closet." All a sudden I feel my body being pulled to the bed."Get to bed its late." I sigh."But what about my shirt?" She groans."It's just a shirt been you'll be fine. And isn't it socially except able for guys to not wear shirts or something?" I chuckle as I flop on the bed and cover my self with my old black comforter. Only if I could show her how I really loved her. I turn and end up facing a face full of hair, which when I went to push it out of the way I manage to start messing around with it. Some how at one point I end up braiding it. Oh, how I know how to do that you ask? I used to watch my mother braid my sisters hair when I was little and some how manage to remember how too.

If I had a hair tie, I'd use one so it wouldn't go out of place but I don't. Maybe a rubber band would work? They're basically the same thing, right? I get one out of my desk and hurry back over incase she decides to move and mess it up. This totally doesn't make me look any gayer than I already do. I decide to just get my self to bed right after I tie her hair and just sort of awkwardly pull her close to me. All I can imagine is a black and white picture of this moment. If I had a way for it to be taken I would, but I can't. It'd be weird to wait for her to fall asleep then just casually have a friend sneak in and take a picture of us sleeping. I'm weird, but I'm not that weird. Maybe I can get a picture of her with out her noticing. That's better than getting a picture with us sleeping. On tour I might buy a camera if I ever get a chance just to take pictures of the places I have went. Just so if the band isn't successful, I at least have memories of the places I'll probably never be able to go to again. Yeah, we have one song out, but what happens if they don't like the others? I hope we don't end up as a one hit wonder.

Closing my eyes, I felt the need to to whisper a 'I love you Nirvana'. But, that might have been the last I love you I'll ever give her in a while. At exactly one o' clock that night there was a knock. Not a soft knock I big loud knock that could have woke up the whole block. It was a S.W.A.T. team at my door, guns in hand. After knocking me to the ground, they run through our place like they've never heard of manners. Her cries were heard as they tried to pull her out of the door way. I escaped the hold that part of the team had me in twice, but every time I almost had her, they pulled me back. I didn't get to give her one last hug. One last kiss on her forehead. Well, I hope it's not the last. When they managed to get her out of the doorway, they let me go but guarded the door way the whole. "WHY! WHY DID YOU TAKE HER! SHE DIDN'T DO ANYTHING WRONG! YOU'RE GOING TO GIVE NIRVANA A PANIC ATTACK! BRING HER BACK." I scream, pounding there chests, and trying to exit out of the door."Nirvana." I whimper. I back up into the wall and slide down it like every movie made with an emotional scene. But, this is emotional. She's gone. They took her somewhere and I don't know how to find her. The door opens with a big bang from it hitting against the wall beside it. Leaving a hole that I'll probably end up having to pay for. "Mr.Urie I think you need to come with me." I gave him the most ferocious stare I could give, and just stayed as manly as a seventeen year old boy could be. "No, I'm  not leaving. I'm not leaving until you bring her back, and explain what the hell your doing." The man just raises an eyebrow and waves a signal to the other guys. Well, apparently that signal means I'm getting put in handcuffs so that's great.
Oh look there's zip-ties too this just got even better. Note my sarcasm. Do they really think some city boy, who hasn't lifted a weight in his life, is going to get out of handcuffs.

My biggest question is why am I going too? I haven't done anything illegal besides consuming one bottle of beer that Pete once gave me by accident thinking it was Root beer instead. He still doesn't know about that. But, what would nirvana have done so bad that the S.W.A.T. team would have interfered with. Apparently so bad that I had to get shoved into a tiny cop car that isn't big enough for a persons that is  5;9 to sit in. When we arrive at who knows where, I got dragged out of the tiny cop car into the garage where I suppose they keep the cars. There was a two lines with officers standing straight side by side creating a tunnel. Apparently they think a boy who is barley a man that could break in half in a snap needs so much security. They then throw me into a room with a sliver table and two chairs. I guess this is wear the waiting for my death sentence starts.