Part Five

     "Why are you so tired?" Josh came up from behind Brendon when he clocked in. "I know that you stay up unnaturally late, but today it looks like coffee just isn't doing you any justice."

Brendon put his slip back into his slot and turned to face Josh. "I actually went to bed at a reasonable time last night," he said, surprisingly Josh. "If ten o'clock is what you call reasonable."

Josh walked up and clocked himself in as well. "How did you sleep that early? No offense, but you probably have the most unhealthy sleeping schedule out of all the people I know."

"How do you know everyone's sleeping schedule?"

"That's besides the point." Josh waved off. "But what happened? Ran out of shows to watch?"

"No," Brendon said rather quietly, "I actually had someone over and we watched a movie and I may have fallen asleep halfway through."

Josh raised an eyebrow, "You, Brendon- social interaction is a waste of time- Urie, had someone over?" He asked, laughing a bit in shock.

Brendon sighed, "yes, but they took my keys just to lock my apartment last night, so this morning I had to waste thirty minutes looking for my spare."

"They locked your apartment for you before they left? That's cute. Who's going to be the other half of the wedding that I'll be best man for?"

Brendon laughed, "shut up, I was just repaying a favor."

"It always starts with a favor. Then you go to repay it. And next thing you know, marriage."

"Woah!" Brendon stopped Josh from talking anymore. "I barely know the guy—"

"Oh my god, it's a guy!"

"— and I don't plan on moving our friendship farther than where it is," Brendon stated.

"Where did you meet him? Is he nice? Is he hot?" Josh asked eagerly, bouncing on his feet.

Brendon rolled his eyes and started making his way over to his cubicle. "I'm not talking about it, Josh."

"Okay, hypothetically, if you get into any kind of romantic relationship? You would tell me first, right?"

Brendon smiled slightly. "Sure... but I'm not in any kind of romantic relationship."

***

Dallon sat in his office, staring at the clock on the bottom right hand corner of his computer screen. It was eleven fifty eight o'clock, in thirteen seconds it would be eleven fifty nine. And by the time it finally hit twelve o'clock, he would leave his office, maybe leave the building to grab lunch. He could go for Thai, he hasn't had Thai food in awhile.

"Mr. Weekes, sir?"

He slowed down his walking when he heard his assistant. "Yeah, what's up?" He said.

"Mr. Seaman told me to bring you the next burn list?" He said shyly. He handed Dallon a folder with a couple papers inside.

"He wants me to approve it? His opinion is much higher than mine in any of these cases."

"He said that he wanted you to do the last bit of research, for the employees that are on the edge of being laid off. If I have an idea," he stuttered a bit, "I heard he's announcing his retirement, early next year."

Dallon looked at his assistant, "And you believe that he may be promoting me to his job?"

"Well, yeah?"

He smiled, "That would be a Christmas miracle and I don't think I'm the one who should be getting those. It'd be amazing just to get a bonus."

"But Dallon, you work so hard for this company. You're easily one of the obvious choices to replace him. Why don't you think you can get it?"

Dallon stopped completely before walking into a familiar face of brown eyes and pink lips. He nodded professionally in acknowledgement to Brendon who smiled slightly. "You see that guy?" Dallon said to his assistant. "I plan on having a very nonprofessional relationship with him."

"You plan? Sir, no disrespect, but if you planned to have a more than work relationship with someone, at least have it with someone who actually looks like they're into you."

"He'll come around," Dallon said, "I'll have him wrapped around my finger by Christmas, no doubt."

"Really?"

"Oh yeah," Dallon confirmed, "let's consider this as another Christmas miracle, but one that will actually happen."

"Whatever you say."