Ch. 1[P!ATD] The Ballad of Mona Lisa, Prom with Brendon Urie

Ch. 9[P!ATD] Nails For Breakfast, Tacks for Snacks. Time to meet Holly's Dad

Brendon's POV

"What do you mean you're meeting her parents?! And why are you dressed like a dork?"

"Look I want to write the new song but dude her parents are waiting." Ryan said.

"Fine. But never wear a sweater vest again..."

"I stole it from my brother. Shut up! I'll go to your place when I'm done here."

"I might be at Mona's..."

"Brendon..."

"What?"

I turned and looked at him. He was shaking his head and smirking.

"Shut up!"

I got into my cruddy little car and drove off. This song needs to be written.

Holly's POV

"Ryan don't worry. You've met them once."

"And your dad almost killed me then too! He thought I was a girl until he finally saw my Adam's apple!"

I giggled. My mom is excited I finally brought a boy home for her to meet. She's always trying to set me up. We got into Ryan's car and drove to my place. I hope dad doesn't try to kill him...

"Are you sure about this? I'd like to be alive to take you to prom and something cold, shiney, deadly, and scary tells me he thinks differently."

"Ryan he doesn't have a gun!"

"Are you sure?"

"Yes!"

He reached over and held my hand. He's so skinny. He pulled over infront of my house and parked. "Don't touch your door."

"Okay..."

He ran around and opened my door for me.

"He's not watching you know..."

"Oh yes he is."

"how do you know?"

"When he has a daughter as pretty as you who can blame him for not being protective?" He smirked.

I could feel myself blushing. He shut the door and we walked up to the door. I pulled out my keys but he stopped me.

"Do these pants make my butt look big?"

I started laughing. "No, but the sweater vest makes you look cute. When did you wear sweater vests?"

"I stole it from my brother..."

"Well I like it."

"Brendon said I look like a dork."

"Brendon is a dork."

I put the key in the door and saw my mom dart around the corner at us full speed with a camera in her hands.

"Mom! Spare us!!" i yelled.

I could see Ryan from the corner of my eye, he looked as though he didn't know what to do. My mom hugged us both.

"Are you guys hungry? Dad has the grill on." she said grabbing a tray of meat and taking it outside.

"Oh my God your dad is gonna kill me then grill me up so no one will ever find me!"

"Ryan... My dad will not kill you."

"You think so?"

"Trust me my mom wouldn't let that happen. In fact she's probably making wedding invitations."

"When did I ask you to marry me?"

"You didn't but she likes to think that. Don't worry. Its normal."