Demons ( A Brendon Urie a.u )

5.

Brendon's pov:

"What the hell?"

I woke up, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes. I looked up, finding Ryan leaning over with a frown plastered on his face.

"Whats the problem officer?" I laughed, the frown on his face becoming more prominent.

"Get off of her. Now." Ryan warned.

"Oh come on, I didn't do anything." I said, smirking.

Ryan lost his cool and lifted Camilla off of me and pushed me off the couch.

I groaned, and I heard Ryan's snickering from behind me.

I got up and dusted my pants off, giving Ryan a dirty look. He laughed even harder.

"Well that's no way to treat a friend at..." I paused to look at the clock, "2:30 in the morning." I said.

"You left me in the middle of a rock band session. You had this coming." He said knowingly, picking up Camilla bridal style.

"Where are you going?" I ask, him going upstairs.

"Me and Camilla are sleeping in my room, you can sleep in the guest room." He replies.

"Why couldn't she sleep on the couch?" I said, but it sounded more like a whine. Oops.

"I don't trust you with her." He says with a smirk, the walks into his room and shuts the door.

Okay then.