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The Press Prays For Whatever Headline's Worse

A/N: Aloha, it's your favorite music junkie.
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I just wanted to say this one is before Brendon and Aurora were dating.
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Also, these imagines are all separate and don't correlate at all. Sorry if that's confusing, but I'll make sure to leave a disclaimer to explain the time the imagine is taking place. Thank you!!
Enjoy.

Aurora's POV:

I was slouched against the entry-way frame that lead onto the stage. My right shoulder, raised slightly as it was leant against the wall. My arms were crossed over my chest as I watched Brendon preform.

He was onstage, singing what was noted to be his last song of the concert. He was shirtless and in tight leather pants. My weakness. Especially on Brendon.

The microphone in his hand was being flipped as he repeatedly threw it into the air, in attempts to impress the audience. He didn't fail, I'm not going to lie. And I think the audience agreed with me based off of their cheering.

His band was great live, I have to admit.

"Okay, okay. This show has been amazing. You guys were a phenomenal audience. Thank you so much for having us. We're glad to come back, anytime!" Brendon said in his beautifully deep voice.

I smiled at his kindness.

"Goodbye, Wisconsin!", He shouted, strumming a note on his guitar before the curtains fell and he walked off stage, with the rest of the band.

Brendon walked up to me, sweat-drenched and cautiously tired. "Hi.", he greeted, accepting a cold water bottle from my hand.

"Hey."

He untwisted the cap before drinking half and pouring the rest on himself, causing some to splash up on me.

"Hey!!"

I shouted in protest as the water began to soak through my shirt.

"You're wet.", Brendon claims, smirking.

I nearly snarl at him, slapping his arm.

He fails at holding back a gust of laughter, leaning out to let the devilish chuckle release.

I sigh, "I guess so, Urie. You are, too."

Brendon nods, smiling. He mouths, "Okay, okay.", with a hand up, signaling he realized he took it too far. He didn't mean it.

There's always been some kind of tension between me and Brendon, which I thought would pass, but my expectations failed me, seeing as it's been two years of an ongoing war with my heart and it's thoughts on Brendon.

Other places, too.

My bra began to show through the light fabric of my shirt and I motion towards it asking Brendon what his plans were to help me with it.

"Come with me to my dressing room, I might have something.", He supplies.

I nod, following him into the dressing room.

"If this turns out like one of those cheesy fanfics where you end up fucking me, I swear-", I began only to be cut off by Brendon pushing me against the wall and leaning in close enough to kiss me.

"Yeah, you'd be swearing. A lot.", He whispers.

I shudder and blush before he lets me go, acting like to never happened.

What seemed like an endless walk to Brendon's came to an end as he slid the keycard into the slot in the door and opening it, with ease.

"Okay.", he clasps his hands together.

"Choose anything."

I walk towards the close rack in the corner of the room, plucking a plain, red t-shirt from it.

"I'll go get dressed in the bathroom.", I state, referencing him an excuse to leave.

"No, it's okay. You can get dressed in here.", Brendon advices, crossing his arms and showing no signs of leaving.

"Yeah, well. Are you gonna leave?", I giggle a little.

He shrugs.

I groan, "Brendon, get the hell out.", I point to the door.

He reluctantly leaves and closes the door behind him.

I take off my shirt and replace it with his before fixing my hair. Then, I open the door, allowing Brendon back in.

"Okay, ready to go back to the hotel?", I ask.

He nods and slips his hand in mine before trailing out of the building with me, like ever night after a concert.

The only thing different was the swarm of cameras and people flooding our space.

"Brendon! Brendon! Is this your new girlfriend?!", They shout, intoxicated with Brendon's life.

He doesn't reply, and instead assists me through the crowd of people and back to the bus.

Before we could make it out, Zack shows up next to us, yelling at the people and forcing them away as he lead us back to the bus.

"Thanks, Zack.", I say, patting his shoulder.

"No problem, sweetheart.", he says, kissing my head.

I swear I saw Brendon glare at him.

Me and Zack had a sibling-like relationship. He was the protective older brother and I was the defenseless little sister.

I have that relationship with most guys.

Not Brendon.

We got back into the bus and me and Brendon sat on the couch, panting.

"What do you think's gonna happen with those pictures?", I ask Brendon.

"Couple'a magazines, probably."

I nod.

"Headlined: Brendon caught with rat in red shirt.", I giggle.

"Or, the ladder: Gorgeous escaped queen from Switzerland found by old taco stand-uh I mean Brendon Urie.", He laughs.

"The press prays for whatever headline's worse.", I admit.

He nods.

"Unfortunately, yes."

A/N: Hey. I really liked this one. I feel like it shows different sides of Aurora and Bren. I hope you guys liked it, too! Also, wow I'm getting lost of reads and I can't even begin to say how grateful I am for all of you. And, I think I might make a preference book when this one gets a little bigger. Anyway, thank you so so much for reading, voting, and commenting. You all make my day. Love you!!

-Emma💝