Coffee

Sweeter Than a Chocolate Hazelnut Latte

Ok guys more trigger warnings ahead. Also, this chapter is a little smutty but no actual smut so just keep your shit together.

It was morning and you were draped in Brendon Urie. He had snuggled up to you so you were facing each other with barely an atom between you. You nuzzled his nose with yours and his eyes fluttered open "good morning beautiful" he smiles and begins to kiss from the base of your neck to your jaw. You can't help but giggle and then he looks up at you and you flush with embarrassment. "That's the most beautiful sound I've ever heard" he smiles brightly and turns to check his alarm clock. "Shit" he immediately climbs out of bed, gets a t-shirt and some jeans, and runs into the bathroom to change. He runs out a minute later dressed and with his hair done.

"I'm late for band practice" he frowns "I'll see you tonight ok? Help yourself to whatever's in the fridge. Fell free to use my laptop or do whatever." "What am I supposed to wear?" you sigh. He grabs your chin and kisses you. It was so unexpected, but not unwelcome. He
pushed you down back on the bed and pins you down by your forearms. You kiss back. Oh my god this is so hot. You kiss back and he pulls his mouth away from yours, panting. He rests his forehead on yours. "You'd look good in anything baby, wear whatever you want. I'll see you tonight." He lets go of you and you sit up and kiss him goodbye. "I'll see you tonight" he smiles and with that he's gone.

You decided you wanted to thank him for all this and remembered your mother taught you how to cook barbecue chicken. You needed your wallet, your clothes, your everything. You didn't even have your phone. Your father was at work and you didn't live too far away, so you decided to walk. It would help you clear your head and you could get your stuff. You put on a pair of black skinny jeans, a plain green t-shirt, and a black hoodie. You never looked good in anything, so you just set out to get your stuff.

Fast forward to your house

He was at work and he left the door unlocked. You slipped inside and saw 10 empty bottles of beer, two empty bottles of vodka, and one empty shot glass. "Shit" you muttered under your breath and began the task of getting all your stuff. You got out your backpack and two suitcases. You managed to fit all of your clothes, shoes, makeup and toiletries in the largest suitcase. You put your laptop, jewelry, books, pens, pencils, and teddy bear in your backpack. You considered leaving your teddy bear then thought the one your mother sent you from the hospital? It's coming with you and stuffed it in with the rest of your stuff. You put all of your other belongings in the other suitcase and took one last look at your empty room, checking to see if you missed anything. Then you remember, how could you ever have forgotten in the first place, your most important belonging. You reached under your bed and pulled out presumably the biggest notebook ever created. On her deathbed, your mother handed it to you and whispered "fill it with your lyrics, your beautiful songs, and sing them to the stars. I will listen." The sight of it made your eyes fill with tears. It was filled with every lyric you ever wrote and you wrote in it every night. You put your guitar over your shoulder, put your book in your backpack, gathered all your bags, and left your room. You looked at every room one last time. This was where you grew up. Where your mom got you your first guitar, where your dad taught you how to use it, where you wrote your songs, where you lived your life, where you cried, where you laughed. You wanted to stay, but you couldn't. You read each height mark in the doorway. You kissed the door softly and whispered "goodbye dad, goodbye home" before walking back to your new home.

   You decided to walk to the corner store to get stuff for dinner after dropping off your belongings at home. You hummed the song Brendon sang to you last night as you sauntered through the aisles, looking for barbecue sauce. Then you saw THEM. Oh shit oh shit oh shit! You didn't have ten seconds to think before it began. "Hey whore" one of the assholes from down the street called out. "How many dudes you fucking right now?" "Not enough to do your makeup" another called out. " But that takes at least 20,000" they all began to laugh maniacally. "Huh bitch?" One smiled "why don't you answer us?" You tried to ignore them. "Why don't you FUCKING ANSWER ME?" he pushed you to the ground, making you drop all of your groceries. It had been happening too much lately. You quickly got up, then he punched you square in the jaw. You fell to the ground. He punched you again, this time in the eye. Then he and his friends laughed for a minute or two and left. You got up and brushed off my pants. Your face was almost completely swollen, but you still wanted to make Brendon dinner. You bought your items and walked home.