brendon urie imagines

Pete Peeps

A/N: So this one is before Bren & Roar are together. It's in the high school era but it isn't a fever Brendon. I'll put a picture or something.

Aurora's POV:

I quickly rushed into the classroom with my notebooks in my hands. I brought myself in, pushing the doors opened and heading over to my desk where I plopped my things down and eased into the chair behind it, conveniently next to Brendon Urie.

The thing about him is, we're secretly dating. We didn't want to make a fuss of it... yet. Me and him had agreed not to tell anyone until we were serious. So, here lies our last remanence of the note-slipping and hand holding; the desks. 

Keeping the secret has been very, very hard. Especially from Pete, our nosiest-and most famous-friend. He has felt the need to know every detail in everyone's life. Well, at least in our friend group. Outside of there he gives no shits.

Pete has made it known that he can not be trusted with anyone's secrets, yet he knows them all. He's not only good so you can have all those famous friends. The kid is dazzling. Not to mention funny as hell. And besides, he's got such good fashion sense.

The class quickly filled up. This one always made me anxious because I sat in front of Pete. And with Brendon. This is one of the only classes I get to really talk to Brendon because teacher is a deaf and clueless pushover.

He was really nice, though. Super cool and young and stuff.

Brendon sat down and me and him sent each other thoughtful gazes. Similar to saying something like, "Hey, beautiful. I've missed you.". I utterly adored that.

"Hey.", Brendon said, softly.

Captured by his gorgeous brown eyes enclosed in his dark, long eyelashes, I mumbled back a, "Hi."

"Heyyyyyyyy, everyyyboooddddyy!", Mr.Weekes greeted.

"To be completely honest with you all I'm, like, totally drunk right now so I probably shouldn't try to teach you guys anything."

What the fuck? Did he just snort?

The class laughed at his comment and shrugged it off as he slumped into his chair, seemingly falling asleep.

I smiled and looked to Brendon, who was looking at me. Pete was still nowhere to be found... so this was our chance.

"How was your day, baby?", Brendon asked, placing his had atop mine.

"Good. Yours?", I replied.

He shrugged, "Haven't seen much of you today. So, not to great.", Brendon sent out a chuckle at the end, which I grinned at.

"What's the plan for after school?", I wondered.

He sighed, taking his hand back and stretching himself out in his chair.

"My place?", a voice rang. Our eyes widened and we turned in front of us to see Pete. Pete Wentz. Peter Lewis Kingston Wentz III.

"Uhhhhhhh.", I stuttered.

"I peep you two. I know there's somethin' goin' on.", Pete mentioned.

Brendon scratched the back of his neck.

It was silent.

"So, have you two, you know....", Pete began.

"Have you guys fucked yet?"

I chocked on the air I managed to breath even through this situation. Brendon had a cocky smirk, practically shouting his answer to Pete.

I hid my face in Brendon's shoulder and relied on it for my lifeline, here.

"Chill, Roar. The only reason I wouldn't be okay with this is because you're hot as fuck and I'd hit that in a heartbeat."

"A heartbeat is the same amount of time it would take me to beat your ass, so don't talk about her like that.", Brendon defended.

I let out a chocked laugh that got the attention of other people. Brendon just wrapped an arm around me.

"Mine."

A/N: I wasn't sure if I wanted to call this Pete Peeps or Mine, but it's whatever. Also I don't like this one too much, I dunno why but I'm working on another one I think will be better. Thank you all so so much for reading, voting, sharing, and commenting. It seriously means so much to me. Love ya.

-Emma❤️