Tutorial | Brendon Urie

Chapter Eighteen

We weren't even missed. Not even a little. Ruby and Jake are asleep on each other on the sofa. She's leaning her dark head on his shoulder, fully composed yet relaxed. I don't understand how she manages to keep herself so together all the time. She should be a life coach.

Jackson, Conner and Dallon are sitting on the floor and they're crying, laughing at something. I have no idea what. I don't think they even know. They just keep pointing at each other and wiping tears from their faces. They're absolutely wasted.

Dawn and Spencer aren't even anywhere to be found. They've probably hidden away in a bedroom. I wonder what they're doing.

"What did we miss?" Brendon says to no one.

"Why is the music still so loud?" I say to no one.

"Is there somewhere quieter we can go?" He turns to me this time.

"Upstairs."

I take his hand and lead him to the house's guest bedroom. I thought it only fair to steer clear of Conner's parents' bedroom considering we destroyed their liquor. Leaving their room untainted was the least we could do. Luckily, this bedroom had an ensuite. I really needed to pee. Like, needed to pee.

"I'll be back in a second." I let go of his hand and enter the bathroom.

While I'm sitting here on my porcelain throne, victorious, I think. I think about how this happened. How I ended up this lucky. What good did I do to deserve him? This must be too good to be true. There must be some catch, some fine print that I've missed. What have I done? I don't know.

I clean up and re-enter the bedroom. As I open the door, Brendon is pulling his pants off again.

"Really? Already?"

"Well I'm not going to sleep all sweaty, am I?"

"Me neither, I guess."

"Is there a shower in there?" He nods towards the doorway I obstruct.

I pull my sweater off again. I don't know how many times I'm going to strip down tonight. I toss the tired material on the duvet and pull Brendon into the bathroom by the band of his underwear.

Rest assured we used the shower for it's intended purpose. We may have done a little extra, but had we've showered separately, we would've wasted water. If you look at it that way, we were doing humanity a favour.

The water was nice. I didn't pay much attention to it, though. His hands. It always comes back to his hands. They're silent operators. They get you. They find your weak spots and they toy with them. He manipulates me, works me like nothing. I'm such a sucker. I'm such a sucker for him. Fuck.

After drying off, we're already in bed. No time's wasted. I crawl in first. I peel back the light duvet and delve into the cold sheets. My bare, damp skin is not helping. I'm shaking from the cold now.

"Jesus, you're freezing." He's already under the sheets as well. He rubs his palms against my arms. He pulls the duvet over us and rolls my body into him.

I'm mostly limp now. I can't really feel or sense anything except him. All I can feel is the warmth he radiates and his coarse jaw. His arms are all the way around me, I feel so small. I'm so small with him.

"Thank you," His neck muffles me.

"For what?"

"Everything." My eyes are closed. Anything that might be happening around us is irrelevant. All I care about is his fingers swirling on my back. All I care about is his lungs gently pushing his chest against my chin. All I care about is this perfect moment, right here, right now.