Adopted || Brendon Urie (Book One)

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lmao hi guys this is the first
update after school has started for me how are y'all? there's been a tropical storm hovering over the southeast US and i had a few scares with tornadoes but everything's alright now :)

I woke up on a couch, a blanket thrown over me. I gazed around, looking for a familiar face. I spotted Patrick, who was still asleep. What I haven't noticed is that I'm in Brendon's arms. He shifted, holding me close to him. I pried his arms off of me, walking to go figure out where I am. I tripped over a random shoe that was in the floor, resulting in me falling to the ground with a thump. Brendon shot up, trying to figure out what was going on, while Patrick and Joe remained asleep. I got up, kicking the shoe to the side. Brendon was awake now, putting on his shoes.

"Where are ya going Bren?"

"Starbucks. You wanna come?"

"Sure. Let me put on my converse."

I tied my converse and let my wavy black hair fall down my back. I followed Brendon to the car, both of us silent.

"Riley," he whispered, his hand brushing against the side of my face.

"You're hurt."

I gave him a questioning look. Am I really hurt? I know mentally I am, but physically?

My hand rubbed the spot where Brendon's hand used to be. Pain shot through me and I groaned.

"You're right. How bad is it Bren?"

"Considering it goes from your temple to your cheek bone and it looks a little deep, we may need to take you to the hospital."

"No. I hate hospitals. I'll be fine, I promise."

He nodded and turned on the radio.

"Here's a throwback for all you Panic! At The Disco fans listening! Now playing, Northern Downpour!"

"Oh my god, Brendon! Northern Downpour is one of my favorites off Pretty Odd!"

He smiled, continuing the drive to Starbucks. I heard two more songs after Northern Downpour, and then we arrived at Starbucks. I accompanied Brendon, his arm around me so that I wouldn't get pulled away by anyone. He's still paranoid that someone's going to come up and take me. I saw fans staring, pointing, and whispering. I ignored them and realized we were at the counter.

"Hi, my name's Katrina, what would you like today?"

"I would like a regular croissant and a mocha please."

Hearing Brendon's order reminded me of what I would get at Starbucks when I flew to Minnesota to see family during the winter.

"And can I get a honey croissant with a white chocolate mocha please?"

"Of course. Your order will be up shortly!"

I smiled at this girl, Katrina. I wrote my number down on a napkin and handed it to her.

"Text me. You seem really sweet."

"Thank you! Coming from you, it means a lot!"

"Wait..you know who I am?"

"Yeah! It's in every magazine. You're Brendon Urie's adopted daughter, Riley. Your voice is so beautiful, and your guitar playing is so good! I was at the show last night."

Brendon and I shared a confused look. Katrina handed us our croissants and our drinks and Brendon and I walked out.

"Ryan! That fucker will pay. I should have known he wasn't just there to check in. He was a reporter!"