My Love (A Brendon Urie Fan Fiction)

"Jessi!" I heard a voice say from downstairs.

I was a little scared actually, since I lived alone and didn't know who on earth was in my house. I sat up in bed and didn't move. I rubbed my eyes as I heard footsteps come up the stairs and stop at my door.

"Jessi!" the voice said again.

I had finally realized who it was and I slumped back onto my pillow.

"What do you want?" I asked as my brother opened the door. "It's so early!"

"It's noon," Pete said as he put his hands on his hips and rolled his eyes.

"Ok, that's early for me. Now what the hell do you want?" I asked again as I sat on the edge of the bed.

"What are you up to?" he asked as he sat next to me.

"Seriously? You came all the way here just to ask me what I was up to?" I asked as I rolled my eyes at him.

How insensitive. Who comes to their sister's house out of the blue just to ask what they're up to?!

"Yes, and to tell you something," Pete said as he laughed.

"Well, I was sleeping," I said.

"Now you're not. Ok good," Pete said.

"Is this some kind of sick game?" I asked.

"No. Ok, what I wanted to tell you was that I just signed a band and I wanted to know if you wanted to come meet them with me tonight," he said as he fiddled with a string on his shirt.

"You did? Pete that's amazing!" I shouted as I hugged him, almost knocking him onto the floor. "Oh, and I would love to."

"Jesus, calm down. And good," he said. "I'll be here at five to get you."

"Awesome, and Pete," I said as I stood up.

"Yeah?" he asked with a strange look on his face.

"Come here again without warning and I'm ripping your balls off," I said as I smiled and motioned to the door for him to leave.

Pete walked out holding his hands up in surrender. I threw a shirt on, since I had only worn a tank top to bed, and then walked downstairs. I went to the kitchen where I opened the fridge to look for something to eat. After a few minutes of searching, I finally gave up and settled on a bowl of Krave cereal. I walked into the living room and sat on the couch, grabbing the remote as I did. I turned on the tv and went to my recorded list. I put on an episode of Tattoo Nightmares. I loved that show, and it made me laugh every time. It also blew my mind on how these three artists could cover up such horrible tattoos so perfectly. I had tattoos myself. I had sleeves filled with things that I loved. I remember Pete got pissed at me for "copying" his idea of The Nightmare Before Christmas tattoo on his shoulder. I couldn't help that I loved it too! Other than that, I had a few skulls, names of bands, and some lyrics to songs I liked. Even a few lyrics from songs Fall Out Boy sang. Pete was ok with those. He thought it was sweet that I would actually tattoo lyrics from his songs on me. (Sorry. I'm getting carried away with tattoos. I just really love tattoos, ok?) Anyway, once I was done eating and finished my show, I got up and put my bowl in the sink. I walked back upstairs and grabbed my black skinny jeans, a Black Veil Brides shirt, and my Converse. I walked into the bathroom and plugged my iPhone into the stereo, blaring my playlist. It was full of Fall Out Boy songs, My Chemical Romance songs, and twenty one pilots songs, just to name a few... I turned on the water in the shower and let it heat up. I undid my hair, throwing my rubber band onto the sink. I stripped and then stepped into the shower. I sang until my lungs gave out pretty much. Once I was done, I dried off and got dressed. I checked the time on my iPod and saw it was about two. I was probably in the shower for about an hour. I take long showers, ok? I opened the door to let the room clear out of the steam from the hot water. After about ten minutes, I went back into the bathroom and brushed through my long black hair, that also had red streaks in it. I put it up in a messy bun and then did my makeup. Once I was done, I cleaned up and went downstairs. I grabbed my iPhone out of my pocket and texted Pete.