Summers on its deathbed - Brendon Urie x female reader

Velvet couches in the penthouse

-strong language-
-minor tw:car crash-

It was long past sunset by the time we arrived to Brendon's apartment building. As we stepped out of his car a cold gust of wind slapped my face. I shivered a little, only slightly, but Brendon's observant eye caught my tremor and smiled at me, a concerned look on his face. "Y/n, are you cold? Do you want my jacket?" I looked up at him and shook my head, shivering once again. That was enough for Brendon and he peeled his leather jacket from himself and draped it over my shoulders "thanks" I whispered as we walked towards his apartment building.
Brendons apartment was it the top of the building. It was a huge open plan penthouse decked out in a combination of black, velvety couches and creme leather seats. I looked round, noting the small details, like the framed pictures of Brendon with his family, and the bottles of whisky on the clean marble kitchen counter. I thought to myself that this was exactly how I wanted my apartment to look like in the future. His apartment smelt amazing too, with hints of vanilla and pine, accompanied with an underlying scent of musk. "This is a really nice apartment!" I said nervously, looking over at Brendon, who was flopped over the black couch. "Thanks! I've always wanted an apartment to look like this, but my ex girlfriend always wanted a different aesthetic. But now I'm on my own I can have it looking like this!" He grinned towards me. He had an ex girlfriend? You were curious to know everything about him and his past. Who was this girl? Why did they break up? How long had they been together for? "Oh I'm sorry you split, what was her name?" You said curiosity getting the better of you. He glanced up at you. "Oh, her name was Maria Owens. We were dating for a couple of years before we had to break up I guess. Actually she's still in that picture over there" he gestured towards a small picture frame on his large black marble fireplace. Maria Owens. A familiar name. Way too familiar. I slowly crept towards it, dread filling my heart. My best friend was called Maria. She'd been in a relationship with a guy I hadn't met for two years. I shakily looked up at the picture and my eyes were met with a curly haired girl with a huge grin on her face, standing between Brendon and a guy I'd never met. That curly haired girl was my best friend. "Holy shit." I said bluntly. Brendons head snapped towards my direction. "Brendon that was my best friend oh my god" Brendon's puppy dog eyes widened. "Oh" he whispered "so you know why we broke up?" Tears started forming in my eyes.

"Yeah. I'm sorry. She was a good person. I wish that guy hadn't crashed into her car."

Sorry it took so long to get this part out! I've been so stressed because of personal problems but I'm back! I hope you enjoyed this part! (follow my twitter @/brendondevoted) thanks for reading -an LA devotee