Demons ( A Brendon Urie a.u )

6.

Camilla's POV:

I wake, hearing the familiar sound of Ryan's snoring behind me.

Wait a second, Ryan?

I sit up in the bed, looking over to see that I was in fact not on the couch, and Brendon was not beside me.

I sighed, getting up and heading downstairs.

I walk out onto the patio, pulling out a cigarette and my lighter.

I place the poison in between my teeth, and watch as the flame sparks the butt of the cigarette to life.

I am standing against the wall, my back pressed up against it.

I hear the whir of the sliding door being pulled open, and see Brendon walk out.

He looks around, spotting me and smiled. He walks over and presses his back against the wall, frowning as he stares at the cig between my lips.

He brings his hand to the cigarette and takes it, bringing it to his mouth. He takes a drag, then gives it back.

"Why are you ruining those pretty little lungs of yours?" He asks, looking intently at me.

I look to him, giving him a slight grin before replying, "I could say the same to you Mister Urie."

"Touché." He gives me a smirk and I take yet another intoxicating breath in from the cigarette, then toss it on the ground, smashing it with my slipper clad feet.

I lean against the wall, then slide down to the ground. Brendon then follows my actions soon after.

I look down at the ground, the pebble sitting in front of me becoming more interesting then anything else.

I begin to feel the familiar feeling of eyes on me. After a while, feeling gets too strong.

"It's not nice to stare at people you know." I mumble, still looking at the pebble.

"But it is if the person is beautiful." He says.

Smooth Brendon. Smooth.

I roll my eyes and look around, seeing if anyone was there.

"Sorry, but I don't see anyone else here so... " I say looking down again.

I feel his hand on my chin, softly bringing my face to look at him.

"How could you be so beautiful yet don't even know it?" He whispers, I blush to about a tomato.

At that moment, his face was getting even closer to my face then I realized, that he was going to kiss me.

But of course, my stupid mind came into play.

"Wait." I said, causing Brendon to look at me in concern.

"Oh my gosh! I am so sorry, I should have asked you and-" I cut him off.

"Have you kissed anyone before?" I bluntly asked, looking at him.

Brendon scratches his neck in thought, "Well, I've had my fair share of kisses, why?"

I just blushed, immediately looking down, avoiding eye contact with Brendon as much as possible.

"Wait a second. You've never kissed anyone before?" He asked, pure amusement in his voice.

"Um, well, you see, err, no." I said putting my hands to my face for a moment to hide the severely noticeable red tint to my cheeks.

"Awwwweee wittle Camilla hasn't been kissed yet." Brendon mocks, earning a more than playful hit on the chest.

"Hey, I was joking. Don't worry, I will make it special, not with some random crackhead on the street." He said hugging me.

I pull away, "Who said it was going to be you?" I ask, sarcasm evident in my voice.

Brendon gets up, walking to the sliding door and opening it, stepping inside. He lets out a small chuckle before replying,

"Oh sweetie, it's always going to be me."

A/N: I just saw Panic! a few days ago and it was the best night I ever had! Beebo took his shirt off and did backflips it was great.