"The champion strikes again!" Darren yelled, slamming his Pokemon cards down on the ground.

"Why did we even try to go against the Pokemon legend of Nevada." Mindi laughed, standing up and racing to the kitchen. "WE NEED MORE POPCORN."

I sighed in fake agony and picked up Darren's cards to peek at his master work while he neatly stuck my cards into the one of his many Pokemon binders.

Blastoise EX, Shadow Lugia, Charizard EX

And here I was, stuck with Magicarp and Spearow, my only friends during the intense game that is Pokemon.

"So, excited for that special ball of yours?" Darren asked, a devilish look hidden somewhere in his glance up from his binder.

"Yes, very. And it's not my ball." I chuckle.

Darren muttered something inaudible under his breath as Mindi busts back through the swinging door, a large bowl of popcorn cradled in her arms.

"Bon appetite, losers." I stated, grabbing two huge handfuls of the succulent snack, creating my own bowl with the bottom of shirt and stuffing it in the pocket. Darren picked at it like a chicken, still organizing his cards while Mindi threw popcorn towards the ceiling, catching it in her eager mouth. She grabbed the remote and began flipping through channels, stopping for a second to watch, only to give up and turn to the next one.

Then, my phone rang.

Thinking nothing of it, I skipped to the kitchen, payed no attention to the unknown caller ID, and gave a warm hello to the person on the other line.

"How do you like the earrings?" Brendon spoke. He sounded a bit out of breath. How could I of not expected this?

"Ambs! Come check this out!" Mindi yelled through the door. I could hear faint consistent noises from the TV.

"Um... they're fine. Why are you calling?" I responded, confusion weighing down my voice.

"What? I can't check up on an old partner in crime?" He chuckled. "Hold on a sec-"

Then a loud boom erupted through my phone, causing worry and confusion to roll through my curious body. I was utterly horrified.

"Ambris!" Darren followed after.

"Anyways," Brendon spoke again. "See ya later. Or wait, you can see me right now," He chuckled lightly.

I released the phone from my ear and looked around, pacing the kitchen and looking out the windows. Was Brendon here right now?!

I put the phone back up to my ear, eyes wide. "Where are you?"

"Mm, let's see." He explained, still breathless like he was running. "Channel 27, probably."

I hung up on him and swung the door open, only to find Mindi sitting in front of the TV like a child, hands in lap and eyes fixated on the screen. Even Darren had looked up from his binder, watching intently.

The scene unfolding on the small screen showed what looked like a helicopter view of police cars swarming a huge building, the blades from the helicopter drowning out all other noises.

"You know, it's that Brandon guy." Mindi explained, a smile still crept up on her lips as she glanced dangerously at me.

"I think it's Brendon." I spoke, taking a seat on the couch, trying to remain a calm figure do that I wouldn't look too suspicious.

Oh my buckets. That's what Brendon meant?!

"Pretty sure the guy's name is Brandon." Darren lazily whispered, siding with Mindi. We watched for a while longer until a blonde lady appeared, interrupting the event.

"On the corner of Common and Krueger St. a robbery has been inflicted inside the Parsons Mall. The alleged robbers are considered a team, infamous Brendon Urie-" "Told you it was Brendon." "a part of the pack. The mall has been evacuated and no deaths have occurred. Although, 2 injuries have taken place. Police is on the scene and the SWAT team is arriving shortly. Stay at home and try to keep your distance from the area. Stay safe, and we will continue to watch, get it first on Channel 27, Nevada Local News."

I was star struck.

Brendon did all of this? For what? With who?

"Hm." Mindi stated, grabbing the remote once more to flip channels. I wanted to avoid revealing anything so I let her do it, my mind in a mess on the couch. What was Brendon doing?! And why didn't he let me know? Why did he call me?

Frustrating questions with even more frustrating unknown answers found their way through my head, and just when I would think I found a solution there was always an implication.

Picking through the questions one stuck out to me.

Why wasn't I apart of whatever he was doing? And why did I want to be a part of it?