Dear Mr Urie (A Brallon fic)

9. Call It Home (Part 2)

By the end of dinner, mom and Brendon had warmed up to each other, mom's tinkling laughter mixing with Brendon's deep one. It had only been a little more than an hour, but these two were getting along smoothly. Dinner had long disappeared, which I must add that mom's meatloaf was heavenly, and we were now watching Monsters' Inc on the couch... Quite intently too, I noted, peering at Brendon's wide, concentrating eyes and slightly parted lips. He looked strikingly beautiful. I reached out a hand to his face, but once my thumb made contact with his knifelike jawline, he guffawed loudly, causing me to jerk backwards in astonishment. 

Goddamnit Mike Wazowski, I huffed.

"Alright, I'm going to sleep. I have a plane to catch in a couple of hours. It was nice to meet you Brendon! You're welcome here anytime." Mom got up from her chair when the movie ended and made her way upstairs. "You too Leann! Thanks for dinner!" He called out after her. "So what do you wanna... Dal? Are you okay babe..?" He cocked his head quizzically, watching me sulk back. God, it was so hard not to break character with him looking this adorable. "You ignored me." I answered simply. "Huh I..? I ignored you?" He looked further confused. "Yeah." I pressed my lips together in a thin line, an attempt to suppress the wave of laughter that was gathering at the back of my throat. "Why baby what did I do?" Slight alarm was distinct in his voice, as he brought his hand to my face and leaned in closer to me. I paused momentarily, unsure of how to answer him. "You uhm.. you uh snorted when I tried to touch your face. Really loud." I added, as if the intensity of his snort would validate my point. Blushing and half expecting him to snort again, I turned away but his fingers directed me back to his face. "Hey" He grinned. "Hey yourself." I grinned back involuntarily. He pushed me back playfully and snuggled up against my chest.

My fingers threaded through his hair carefully, brushing it out of his face. My gaze fell upon his right eyebrow, which had a tiny scar running through the middle. I let my fingertips trace the line absentmindedly. "How did you get this?" He looked up blankly. "I forgot. But my mom used to tell me I fell and hit my head on a curb or something when I was little... I don't remember that happening though." I kissed his eyebrow, adding the little scar to my list of favourite things.

He sighed contently, burying his head back into my chest. I listened to his breaths until they fell into a deep, regular pattern. He had fallen asleep, but it was okay since it was a Friday night. I guess I could wake him up later, I thought to myself.

I vaguely recalled him mumbling about Mike Wazowski before I drifted off to a slumber of my own.

A/N: HelloOoO! Sorry for such a short chapter, finals' weeks suck:( Will try to update soon! Hope you enjoyed this one anyway :D Byeee