Chapter 1

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They say Paris is for lovers. But Brendon Urie didn't believe in clichés.


"C'mon Bren." Jon sighed again and leaned back on the hard seat of the bus with his head turned upward in frustration. "We'll get more out of the trip in the city, not this smelly bus." He had spent most of Ireland, and all of England, Germany, and Italy on this bus, listening to Sarah, their highly esteemed hostess, ramble on about historical buildings and modern culture. Well, he'd be damned if he didn't get to go see said buildings or experience said culture. That was the whole point of the trip, right? His great aunt had passed recently, leaving them quite a large sum of money. They had a rough first year of college, so they decided to take a trip with their newfound money. And at this last stop—France—Jon wanted to make sure they got the best of it.

"But Jon!" Brendon's stamina for argument was vast and foreboding. "How will we know where all the historical buildings are without the tour guide?"

"I'll buy you a pamphlet," he deadpanned, and turned to watch the blur of green pass by the window.

Brendon made a humph sound and crossed his arms. That was enough of that conversation, then.

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