///Brendon Urie Imagines///

The Sun and The Moon

A/n; this one is roughly based on 'When the Day Met The Night' and so yeah I just thought I'd tell y'all that. Also TW for self harm, sorry friends

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She lay out on the plastic lawn chair, fanning herself with a magazine and trying to get comfortable. She had originally planned on tanning today, but soon realized that she would burn before she got the chance to apply any type of protection to her skin. It was much too hot for her to stay inside all day, the summer heat only worsening in the confines of her home. So she planted herself outside with a book and a tall glass of sweet tea, her favorite drink.

She saw him walk by slowly, much as she had in the days prior. She wasn't sure where he went everyday, she didn't even know his name. He didn't look like he was dressed for the summer, his leather jacket and long pants made her question a lot about him. He was pale and silent, never even looking up in her direction. That's why she was so confused when he started his way up her sidewalk and towards the porch she sat on. She sat up quickly and eyed him carefully.

"May I help you, sir?" She asked, but he just looked at her. His eyes were tired and he looked like he was going to crack at any moment.

"Can we like, sit here and talk or something for a while? I need to talk to someone." She nodded carefully, still wary of the man that stood before her. She grabbed him his own chair and sat it opposite of hers and he flopped down.

"Do you want to take off that jacket? You've got to be warm." She offered, but he shook his head. "What do you want to talk about?"

"You." His answer confused her, she didn't understand why he suddenly had interest in her. He'd completely blown past her existence all summer, or so she thought. "I walk by here everyday and I see you outside sitting on one of these chairs. I try not to look but I can't help it. You always seem so content, so calm and at ease with everything. How do you do it?" His eyes meet hers again and his features soften. He'd been looking at her the whole time? How did she not notice?

"I... I'm not sure what you mean, uh..."

"Brendon."

"Brendon," His heart skipped a beat when she said his name, this girl drove him crazy all summer long and he finally got the balls to talk to her today. He realized that he was being kind of creepy, but he legitimately was confused as to how she always seemed happy. "I'm not always happy, I have bad days. But I choose to ignore that when I'm outside. Life blossoms out here and I don't want to damper that with my bad mood." He listens intently to her words, watching her mouth as she perfectly forms each syllable of each word.

"But aren't you ever tired of ignoring it? Don't you just want to shout from the rooftops that you're fed up with the world's shit?" His vulgarity surprised her, she wasn't the type to swear and neither were her friends.

"I do get tired. I choose to write my issues out and throw them away. I'm not a perfect person, Brendon. I have hard times, too. Why do you ask? Why today if you've seen me all summer?" He takes a deep breath before answering her question, unsure of what he should say. Was he ready to spell out his struggles to her? Not yet.

"I just go through a lot and sometimes I take it out on other people, or other people's things, or myself," his voice trails off, angry with himself for his actions. "I don't want to do that anymore. I want to be happy all the time like you are." He uses his sleeve to wipe the trace of a tear away from his eye and stares down at his knees, not wanting to see her reaction.

"I told you, Brendon, I'm not always happy. Why don't we go inside, I'll turn up the air so it's hopefully cooler in there than it is out here. Do you want something to drink?" He nodded his head and followed the girl into the house. She had him sit in the living room while she got their drinks, and came back to him a few minutes later. "Tell me what's going on, Brendon. I won't judge you." She places her hand on his, guiding him to tell her the truth behind his words. An overwhelming feeling came over him when he looked into her eyes, and he spilled his guts to her. All of the horrible things that have happened to him and what he's done to himself.

She carefully pulls the jacket off of him and kisses at his scarred wrists, telling him that everything will be alright. A part of him didn't believe her, but the way his heart leapt when she stared at him made that thought disappear. She told him that he could come over to her house anytime if he needed to talk to someone. He left her house with a different mindset, thinking for the first time in years that things could actually get better.

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He visited her everyday for three weeks until he finally built up the urge to kiss her. She smiled into it, she was waiting for him to do this. She wanted to wait for him to be ready for something real, and even though he still had some problems to work out, she assured him that she'd help him through it all.

"Just, don't leave me, alright? I can't lose you now, not with all that you've done for me," he held her in his arms, leaving light kisses on the top of her head.

"I haven't done anything but talked to you. You were the one to stand up to your dad, you did that on your own. You made the choice to stop hurting yourself. You just needed someone to talk to. I'll be here for you as long as you don't leave me." She looked up from her spot on his chest and gave him another peck on the lips. The cuddled against his chest and listened to his heartbeat, one of her favorite things to do with him.

They talked for several more hours about their lives. He'd grown to know that she went through some pretty rough times in her life, and him being around had helped her get over a pretty rough patch. They needed each other, even as different as they were. He much preferred the nighttime and loud music to drown out his thoughts, while she lived for the daytime and would casually listen to music to fall asleep, not keep herself up. To conflicting personalities that managed to come together at the perfect moment.

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As the summer came to an end and she had to go back to school, he told her that he loved her. And of course she said it back, she loved the boy more than she loved the air in her lungs or the sun in the sky. That's what he liked to call her, the sun. She was a ray of light on his life when he needed it the most and he just simply couldn't get enough of her. To her, he was the moon. Keeping her grounded and knowing that it was alright to have bad days, and not to expect that everything will always be as perfect as she wanted it to be.

Their friends always thought that they were the cutest couple, the sun and the moon. Perfectly complimenting each other, day in and day out. Because of that, the sun never set in his world and the moon never fell in hers. They were exactly what the other had needed.