"Smile for me, please?" Brendon Urie fanfic

Prologue

Chris Evey's 4:09 pm

Autumn is the best season to be inspired. Calm wind, new clothes, and the falling drout leaves from the trees, guess the land owner would be disgusted to see how he will clean up those shits again and for tomorrow. Hell, How thoughtful I am to worry this thing.

Walking with my newly bought canvass feels like I am with my new boyfriend. Damnit, okay, I know. I look like a foolish-virgin woman, right? Let me say, relationship is not only based in humans. So get your shits right.

The street was full of autumn theme decorations and there were lots of halloween event poster from the walls too. Halloween is fine. But bringing horror antics and some scary tricks to me are totally NOT FINE. It's just, yeah, absolutely not right for me. I'm not allergic, well, kinda. But switching our position if I were you and I give you you're most fearful phobia, and that's it. Let's end the topic already.

The apartment building was not that close from the parking area, so imagine how I look like a tiny woman with packages in my hand, seemingly, no need help from anyone around. So, then after taking my feet at the elevator car, I began pushing the 6th floor button and waited to get on the right floor. Seconds ago, there's a cringy sound. Means the elevator is going up already. I looked aboved and stare at the space for a minute. The lights above me just looks like from the horror movies. Wait. Really? At this time Chris? I sighed and bit my lips to distract my attention from these crazy thoughts. I wouldnt be likely to change my story to some horror.

Finally, after getting out from our low-cost elevator, I immediatley went to my apartment room and started to get frustrated on how to get my keys at my pocket while both of my hands busy holding my stuffs.

"Damn it." I will be frank. I am too lazy to put my stuff at the floor just to get my keys in my pocket properly. So instead, I waited for someone to come or even my neighbor to help me.

My eyes went all over the hallway and still waiting for someone. I counted one to ten, then to thirty, until I can feel my hands trembling from the weigh of my things.

I goaned loudly, followed by a voice not that close from me. "Need a hand?" I turned away to see who was it and saw literally a bloody cutted hand. My whole body suddenly shivers and all of the stuff in my hand fell down at the floor, and to the feet of the person who just freakingly scared the shit out of me.

"Aw man!"

"Jesus-- ! What's wrong with you?!" I screamed and was about to punch the person's face. "Oh god. It's just you." And then I stopped when my eyes fell at this stupid. My fist was really in pump just to see this face. He laughed and teased me with the manequin's hand on my face.

"Oh! The mighty casper wants to see her majesty." He tries to tickle me while curling my hair from the artificial hand he's been holding. Still, I gave him no shit, and just stare at him like I'm not really entertained. He pouted and took away the freaking toy at me. I didnt speak neither gave him any response. I just kneel down and took all my stuff again together from the floor. He did the same except he took my keys from my pocket. Just like what I thought.

"Hey, kiddo. When will you ever learned?" I groaned while I take the last package. I stood up as he enters my room without any sign of being shame. Anyway, he doesn't even have that kind of thing in himself.

He plop into my bed, and I stare at my newly changed covers. He really likes to sniff all of it, and of course, he looks like a total creeper. "God dammit Brendon, stop that shit. It aint cute."

"Who said I want to be cute in front of you?" He chuckled and began hugging the pillow my mother gave to me last time. The fact that I hate when someone's invading my personal stuffs makes me want to call a cop now. I control myself enough to stop my thoughts to punch this guys with his glasses on his nose and take my new canvass to my studio room. As I open the door, I touched the wall for the switch and saw how disastrous the room was.

"BRENDON." I pinch my temple and hope I wouldn't explode this time. I heard no response so I decided to fix this ruins. I sat beside my pallete area. Jessebelle suddenly walks in and sat besides me. She looks at me. Her eyes stare at me. I smiled and pat her head. This cat really was my stressball except the fact that I dont squeeze her. Oh wait, Jesus christ.

"BRENDON." I yelled again, hoping he would sense that I am in the state of anger. I waited and finally, he came in the room.

"Haven't I told you... what the hell?" I stopped and stare at him. He gave his very big stupid smile at me while holding jessebelle's food plate with lots of catnip. "Oh god." I buried my face at my palm and sit tightly at my place.

First, we dont put a full catnip in their plate. Second, at so many times that he could feed my cat, why at this time.

"Hey can we call for some pizza? I'm really hungry." He said and put away my cat's food plate at the floor. I breathed a lot of air and wanted to scream at his big annoying face. Jesus, how long my patience would break for this idiot. My insanity keeps knocking on my fist. I couldn't even handle the anger.

"Brendon. Have you heard of being a well-behave person? Just for a seconds. Will you?" Carefully I took all those words with a smile. I'm glad I didn't killed anyone, yet.

"Well, if you ask me. I was when we first met." He turned away and started to walk away.

My god, now where will he go this time. I stood up and decided to follow him. "Then tell me what were you like at that time?" I watched him as he stood besides where my telephone was placed. I knew for a second what will he try to do the next seconds and how I wish I didn't paid the bill last month.

He started to dial while he looked at the ceiling, "I gave you a free dinner." He smiled and looked at me, "It was.. uhh hello well yes thanks for answering the call of my stomach--"

"BRENDON HELLO?"

"Oh, wait a second a fan was asking for a private talk." He said at the pizza and then shifted his eyes at me, "Wait for my cue babe." He said to me and then got back at the pizza caller.

I gave up and began to storm off to my studio room and locked up myself.

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A//N: A short filler chapter

Decided to published it. (Actual date: August 2015)