///Brendon Urie Imagines///

I Don't Know You Anymore

*Warning* So this one is gonna be a little angry and will contain more curse words that normal, and also will feature degradation so if that is a trigger then please do not read. I've had this idea for a while and I gotta write it to get it out of my head. Also the ending will contain the tiniest little bit of smut so you've been warned.

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"I'm totally gonna win this one, you're toast Y/n!" Zack moves his fingers across the controller faster than I thought was possible. Feeling slightly determined to win, I quickly typed in the best block move I knew, and perfectly defended myself from Zack's Sub Zero attack. Just as quick, I went in for an attack with my Johnny Cage. The little sliver of health that Zack had left disappeared instantly and he threw the controller onto the floor in frustration.

"You sure about that, Zack? Now for that bet," I mocked. "I'm thinking you'll look nice as Princess Ariel this year for Halloween." Currently it was Zack, Dallon, Kenny, Brendon and I chilling in Brendon's apartment, just playing video games and jamming out.

"Um, I think it's my turn to play, Y/n." Brendon said, coldly. He's been weird to me ever since they'd gotten back from the tour. Him and I were inseparable... but now he was anything but nice to me. It started off as just small stuff, but now it's just permanent hatred. Anytime we'd hang out as a group I'd get invited by one of the guys, but Brendon never wanted me involved. Even now, as I sit across the living room from him, he wants nothing to do with me besides get a dumb controller. He didn't even want to play against me at Mortal Kombat, which is something he always used to beat me in. Something was up with this child, and I wasn't about to put up with it.

"Here you go, Beebo. Maybe you can play as Reptile. You kinda look like him, you know?" I tossed the controller over to him and he rolled his eyes. He secretly hated when fans called him Beebo, just because he didn't understand it. Maybe Brebo, but not Beebo.

"You kinda look like the bird shit I found on my car yesterday, so I guess that's fair." His eyes burned through my skin. Dallon quickly told him to just chill out, and that I was only playing. But Brendon didn't care, he hated my guts and that was that. "I don't give a shit if she's playing around."

The other guys gave eachother a look before standing up. "I think we're out of beer. We can go grab some." Zack stated. I went to get up to follow them when Kenny raised his hand. "I think we're good to go on our own, you can stay here, Y/n." They left before I even had a chance to respond. I looked over at Brendon, who was playing on his phone with a scowl on his face. This was the first time we'd spent any time alone with each other since he'd gotten back, and it seemed like the guys were planning on us working things out. Doubt it.

"So, Beebo, how you been old buddy? Still pissed off at me for no reason?" He looked up from his phone and rolled his eyes again. "What? Nothing rude to say to me? Wow, this is a game changer." My hands flew up in the air, exaggerating my words. He tossed his phone to the other side of the couch and rested his chin on his hand. It's like he wanted me to flip out. "Really, still nothing? You really are an asshole, Urie. I'm just shocked I never noticed it before. I'm fucking over this. What did I do?" I stand up, feeling the anger reach my chest. I wanted to scream and cry, he made me so mad.

He sighs and looks around, "You done now? Or do you want to continue yelling at me in my own house?" He stared up at me, giving me the same look I'd grown accustomed to in the past few weeks. I let out a growl and stomped out of the room, not caring that I was acting childish.

"You were my best fucking friend, and now I don't even know who you are." I yell before going into the kitchen. I needed to calm down, or else I'll end up doing something I'll regret. I lean over the counter and try to slow down my breathing. I felt a few angry tears escape my eyes and I wiped them away. He comes storming in after me with his face bright red.

"You don't know who I am? I don't know who you are! Fuck Y/n! You think I like hating you? You're so infuriating!" He comes closer to me and backs me into the edge of the counter. "I can't do this with you anymore, why won't you leave me alone?" His face is merely inches from mine and I swallow hard. Another tear falls down my cheek but I don't bother wiping it.

"I just want to know why, Brendon. Why do you hate me so much?" My voice cracks and I let more tears fall. At this point I didn't care about being mad at him, I just wanted him back.

"Why the fuck does it even matter?" He pushed away from the counter and takes a few steps back.

"I was in love with you, and now... I barely know you. You changed in an instant. I waited for you at the airport, and you ditched me as soon as you got out. I wish you'd just tell me why." I step away from the counter, feeling broken. I couldn't explain why I said that, I wasn't even sure myself that I was in love. All I knew was that I could never stop thinking about him.

"You were in love with me? Why didn't you ever say anything? Y/n, I didn't mean to-" His voice softens a bit, but I cut him off before he could finish.

"Yeah, maybe. I'm not sure if it was love but it was something. I thought about you day and night, I always wanted to be around you. I didn't say anything because you had just broken up with Jenna and I didn't want to come on too strong. I'm surprised Jack never told you, he was the only one who knew I felt like that. But I'm glad I wasn't planning on doing something cute when you got home. You would have just ignored me." I poor my heart out to him, and he just stares at me. "Why did you ignore me?" Tears freely fell from my face at this point.

"I ignored you because I didn't think I'd have a chance with you." My breath catches in my throat and I feel my eyes start to burn. He couldn't be real, he had to be messing with me. "I told myself on tour that I couldn't stay hung up on you anymore once I got back. I couldn't be your friend when I felt like that, it was too hard. You were my everything. But I guess me trying to move on turned into me being a dick to you, and you just copied me so I went with it." I hated the way his words had crept their way into my heart, forcing me to lose all my anger in him. He slowly walked up to me and looked deep into my eyes. He brushed away my tears and held onto my face. "I never moved on, I couldn't. Not from you." He pressed his lips to mine, and I melted beneath his touch. I'd dreamed of this moment for so long, and it was finally here. Definitely not how I expected, but this was it. Our lips move against each other eagerly, we had both wanted this for so long. My fingers found their way to his hair, gently tugging at the soft strands. He lifted me onto the island so that we were closer in height and his hands roamed my body.

I wasn't exactly sure how long we'd stayed like that, but some time later, the front door opens. "We're baaack!" Dallon said cheerfully. He stopped dead in his tracks when he saw us. By now, Brendon had lost his shirt and jacket, and my shirt was just about to go with them. We all looked at each other before the guys started laughing uncontrollably.

"We didn't think our plan would work this well, holy shit." Zack said, regaining composure. Brendon quickly flipped him off and helped me off the counter.

"You guys can take your beer and go, if you'd be so kind. I kinda have to make up lost time with this girl." He wrapped his arm around me and shooed the boys out. He picked me up and carried me upstairs, knowing full well that this would be a night he'd never forget.

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