brendon urie imagines

Memories

Aurora's POV:

Today was the day Brendon finally gets to meet my not-so-lovely family.

Yes, I loved them. But, at times they could be a little much. I grew up Italian, so undeniably I have a huge, criticizing family who of course, approves of no person of the opposite gender being in a region nearly close to me, but at the same time want me to have kids.

what?

By this time, now, Brendon is 21 and I'm 19, so we were granted the gift of living together. It was hard, considering I was the youngest of the family, and the last to be let go. We decided we could try make it on our own.

Especially since it's been two years since I moved in with Brendon, my parents and the rest of my family are dying to meet him.

I walked into our shared bedroom after I finished making the pancake mix in the large white bowl I was provided. Opening the creaking wood door, revealed a wide-awake Brendon, which was unexpected for this hour.

He was wear a fancy, white button-up shirt rolled up to his elbows, black dress pants, along with black dress shoes.

His hair was styled up as usual, to show that he wasn't trying too hard to impress my family, but he definitely wanted to show at least some effort.

For instance, he wouldn't slick his hair back because regardless of how gorgeous it sounds, it would seem like he was trying too hard to impress my family as if he wasn't usually as nice as he would be acting.

I smiled when I first saw him. "Aw, babe. You look wonderful!" The only words I could imagine saying to the stunning man, before me. He blushed and scratched the back of his head, slightly dipping his head down and to the side.

"Well, yeah. I try."

I let out a breath and led him into the kitchen where he sat, awaiting his longing breakfast. I, of course, returned to the batter I had on the counter.

"You don't have to do that everyday, you know.", I heard Brendon speak, fooling with the placemat in front of him.

"Make pancakes, you mean? Honey, if you're sick of it you could have just told-" I began to say as I poured a cup of the batter into a pan.

"No,", he cut me off, chuckling. "I meant cook for me. You do it all the time and I mean, I know how to cook. I'd love to do it for you, sometime.", He smiled.

"Nervous?" I ask, being the only explanation.

He nodded vigorously, dropping the placemat from between his fingers and gripping his laced hands together, tightly.

Hmf. Just as I thought.

I quickly calmed him, telling him it would be alright before he had a panic attack.

After I finished eating breakfast, went into my room to get dressed, seeing as I still haven't done that and Brendon already had. He was off doing his own thing to get ready.

I put on light washed skinny jeans and a pretty short-sleeved Hollister shirt. I paired them with white lacy flats, too. Then decided to add a scarf. My hair was already messily curled and my light dose of makeup was already applied.

It was about two o'clock now, seeing as how I woke up at eleven. The lunch was due to start in roughly thirty minutes.

I approached Brendon, who was just finishing brushing his teeth, something I had done first waking up. I leaned against the door frame, grinning up at him.