Part One

     "Josh, that is horrifying." Brendon gagged at the sight of his friends cubicle across from his. A small snowman plush sat next to the computer and had the darkest button eyes and a crooked smile made out of wool.

"I think it's cute," Josh smiled. "Makes it look like I'm not a lonely guy stuck in a dead end job." He repositioned the plush to make it face more towards Brendon.

"Yeah, but you are—"

"No!" Josh pointed his finger at his friend, "Not anymore, bucko! This man," he gestured to himself, "has a boyfriend. A cute boyfriend who buys his boyfriend cute snowman plushies at work."

Brendon smiled, happy for Josh but still creeped out by the plush. "That's so cute. I almost threw up in my mouth but the eyes of the snowman made me too uncomfortable, so I'm just going back to work."

"What's this? The almighty Brendon Urie has shut down the perfect opportunity bully his best friend because a snowman intimidated him? Ah, tis the season."

"Oh shut it," Brendon scoffed, "don't you have an office party to plan? A boyfriend to fuck?" Brendon put down his mug of coffee, catching sight of the snowman once again, "a snowman to burn?" he mumbled.

"Oh come on, Brendon, you know snowmen can't burn. They melt." Josh pointed out. "You know speaking of the office party..."

"No," Brendon shook his head, "I'm not going. Never have and never will."

Josh groaned and threw his head back, "But why? Yeah, I get it. Christmas and party's are just not your thing.But will you please just stop by for a while? You won't have to be there long."

Brendon shrugged, "So I can get drunk and make out with a stripper elf in the back corner? Sorry, I prefer doing that at home alone." He smiled and spun around on his office chair. "And besides, everybody brings their husbands and wives, I don't want to be the odd one out in that." Now facing his screen he got back to work.

"Then go on that dating website you never use, you know you have dozens of requests, right?"

"Are you looking at my phone?" Brendon questioned. "I'm not going to date a random person online. Plus, I hate meeting new people so that won't work."

"What I'm hearing is the words of someone who's given up on love."

Brendon glanced back at Josh, "Ding, ding, ding! You don't need love when you got a friend with a creepy snowman that watches you while you work." The conversation then slowly died off there.

After awhile he heard movement from behind him, "See you tomorrow, Bren," Josh said. He looked up at the clock, five thirty. Brendon hadn't even realized that it was time to leave so soon. He decided to just finish up and then he'll be on his way home.

Brendon sighed in the not so quiet bus. He respectively gave his seat away to an older woman but now he couldn't help but feel uncomfortable under her eager eyes. When the bus lurched forward with the press of the breaks, he's never felt more relieved.

Unlocking the door to his apartment was normal. Throwing his jacket on the kitchen counter and dumping his bag onto the floor, he collapsed onto the small gray couch that was placed right in front of his tv. Hours of the night were then wasted on watching Netflix and eating old leftovers in the fridge. Brendon wished he could say that he was sure he was eating nachos but they were so soggy and messy it was hard to tell.