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A little luck and a lot of tea (part two)

A little lick and a lot of tea (part two)

Brendon Urie Imagine

A little luck and a lot of tea (part two)
Violets POV

In a matter of minutes, I was packed up. I trotted down to the kitchen and pulled down my teapot. It was a stout, yellow, ugly little thing, but I love it. Packing it neatly in my box and placing it in my bag, I sighed and walked into the main office. Brendon was filling out paperwork and Brenda was still eyeing him. "Aaaaand...there." He pushed the pen away and handed her the papers. She sighed. "Okay, now let me give you some background. All of this can be found in her file as well. First, she has occasional panic attacks, (and panic! attacks) so be mindful. She also has an online school program that she does on her own. Also, she has had several altercations with both males and females, most of which ended with her opponent breaking down into tears. And she also has a history of-"

"Ready?" I cut her off, making my presence known. Brendon turned around. "Yeah. Thanks Brenda, I'll call if I need anything. Come on." He ushered me out to a stretch limo. I whistled. "Fancy, Mister Urie. And here I thought this was a casual affair, you know I feel terribly underdressed." He gave me an odd look laced with amusement and opened the door for me. I did an impromptu courtseu and slid in, him following after me. The door slammed closed and we were off, not sure where too. "Why did you chose me?" I murmered, sitting back. He shrugged. "Well, you're a fan, and you have a great personality." I rolled my eyes. "Haha. So, the band on hiatus?" He nodded. "Back to Vegas for us." I sucked in a breath. "That's a ways away. Four hours?" He nodded. "Long trip. So, tell me about yourself."

"Well what do you want to know?"

"Favorite colour?"

"Black with neons."

"Favorite band?"

"Oh, you'd like that, wouldn't you?" He grinned.

"Favorite food?"

"I'm a sucker for a pie and a burger." He nodded and we sat in silence for a bit.

"Play any instruments?" He randomly asked. I shook my head. "Nah. I've got a guitar, but god himself couldn't teach me to play it." He snickered. "Well, I think you'll like my house. The only nice place off the strip. And I've got my girlfriend, Sarah with me too." I nodded. We sat quietly for the rest of the trip, which went pretty smoothly. We arrived at about nine P.M, and I was tired as fu-.......finger. "Here we go." The place was huge, like the size of a Walmart. I slid out after him with my bags and followed him into the house. "Sarah!" He yelled, his voice echoing. "She's probably still out shopping." I nodded and fidgeted. "Just set your stuff down. Sarah should be home soon, and She'll give you the tour. I've got to go, so just...make yourself at home." And he left. "What.. What am I gonna do now?"