brendon urie imagines

DalPal The Freak

Previously on: 'Brendon Urie Imagines: An Aurora/Brendon/Dallon Coffee Shop Sex Scandal'

"Hey, Dal...", I trail off.

"Oh, hey, Aurora.", He greets.

"Is there something you wanted?", I question.

"No, but there's something you want...", Dallon states.

"I know about the fight you and Brendon had.", Dallon notifies.

My eyes widen as suspicions creep into my head. He definitely knows something I don't.

"And I wanted to say, Brendon may not have been fueling off of just his imagination."

Aurora's POV:

"What are you talking about Dall-", I begin.

"Listen, sweetie. You don't seem to be catching on."

Yeah, no fucking shit. But you're being cryptic as fucking fuck so don't act like I'm dumb. Stop speaking in riddles, you're like a clingy 14 year old. Get you're fucking life together, Dallon.

"I told Brendon you and I had an... interesting... encounter at the coffee shop, the other day."

I gasp, swerving harshly as I hand flies from the steering wheel to cup around my mouth. Quickly, I regain myself, tossing my hand back onto the steering wheel and slowly processing what Dallon said, whilst Dallon remained lowly chuckling at my reaction.

"W-why?", I gain the strength to say.

"You see, darling... I've always seen something in you I knew he couldn't.", Dallon explains.

"Which was...", I lead on, anticipation dripping off of every word.

"Your undying lust for me.", He says blankly and quickly.

Now I'm the one caught off guard by my chuckling. How could he think such a thing?

"Dal, you're a nice guy and all, but my heart belongs with Brendon.", I let him down.

"Then why are you driving away from him right now?"

My mind goes blank, and for a moment I'm almost captivated by the silky tone in his voice. I can't think of a response almost as if he has me under a trance. But, not in a nice romantic way, more of a creepy vampire way.

"W-, I.", I choke.

"I told Brendon you cheated on him, so he would break it off with you, or you would break it off with him for wildly accusing you. Now, we can be together. Isn't this exciting?", He remorses, girlishly.

I roll my eyes and huff. What part of this was supposed to be exciting?

"Isn't. This. Exciting?", Dallon said, sternly.

"Uh-uh, Mister. You will not talk to me like that.", I snap.

"Doll, I can treat you how I want.", Dallon gloats.

"No one gave you that blessing you narcissistic asshole.", I spit.

"Shut up, sugarcup. I gave it to myself.", He demands.

"Ugh, I'm leaving.", I groaned, hanging up the phone before Dallon can say anything.

Narcissistic asshole.

I would head home, but I was already at least thirty minutes away due to my relentless driving mixed with the anxiety. So I settled with going back to my parent's house, which must have only been fifteen minutes away.