Demons ( A Brendon Urie a.u )

3.

"Who are you?" I whispered, slowly edging towards the door.
The boy, who just got in the car smiled at me, "Oh, it's Brendon. Brendon Urie."

"And?" I questioned farther.

"I am Ryan's friend, he had to go to the store so he had me come and get you since he didn't want you walking."

I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding.

"Oh, and thanks. It would have gotten worse if you weren't there." I gave him a shy smile and he winked at me.

It was adorable.

You just met him Camilla, why would you think that?

I buckled up, as did he. He started driving, turning the radio up as Sugar, We're Going Down by Fall Out Boy plays.

I giggle, and he starts singing the words very loudly, but he had a pretty good voice.

His black hair was dancing across his, might I add, large forehead as the wind was blowing through it.

I sunk back down into my seat, and tried to enjoy the rest of the ride back.

When we got to Ryan's house, I speed walked to the inside, finding food as soon as possible. I managed to find a bag of Cheetos and I sat down on the coach.

A few moments later, Brendon walks in with Ryan.

Ryan darted over to me and engulfed me into a bone crushing hug, which earned a groan from me.

He pulled away studying my face, as if he was trying to pry through my mind like he was a neurosurgeon. I shyly smiled and he pulled me back into another hug.

"I'm so glad you are okay." he whispered in my hair.

I hugged him tighter. Brendon coughed loudly, signaling for us to stop.

Ryan pulled away, a slight blush etched across his face. I smiled and sank further in my seat, becoming comfortable.

"You can stay for a while if you like." Ryan says, turning to me.

"Thanks Ry." I say quietly.

He smiles then leaves the room with Brendon. Geez, they are like robots going everywhere together.

Sorry its so short, I had writers block and yeah.