brendon urie imagines

Good Terms (Am I Allowed To Talk To You?)

Aurora's POV:

"H-hi. You called.", Brendon stuttered, nervously. That being the first time you have talked since everything happened.

"Yeah. There's, uh. We just need to talk.", I said, trying to stay on task.

I heard him gulp, "No doubt. Just know I'm really, really-"

"No, no, it's okay, Brendon. Save it.", I punctuated.

I can imagine this is where he would nod, realize I can't see him, hit his forehead with the palm of his hand, and then go back to paying attention to our call.

"So, while I was driving I got a call from Dallon. He said that he lied to you about what happened at the coffee shop so he could break us up.", I explained.

"Yeah, and babe. I'm really sorry it's just, you know, he was my best friend. I believed him.", Brendon breathed.

"I understand. I just wish you would have asked me first.", I sighed.

"But, it's alright.", I assured.

"So, are you coming home?", He asks, excitedly.

"Well, baby, I would. I was closer to my moms house when I got the call, so I just decided to come here. I thought we might've needed a little break, too.", I explained, twirling a strand of hair.

"A break? Why a break? Haven't we decided that this was completely Dallon's  fault?", he asks.

"I get that he's your best friend and all, but regardless of how much I said it didn't happen you proceeded to call me names and disregarded telling me what Dallon told you! You should know me well enough to be able to tell when I'm lying or not, you've seen it right under your fucking nose, Urie.", I said, sternly.

"Well, doll, that cheap head of yours must understand where I was coming from.", Brendon assumed.

"Of course I do. But, you could have at least apologized.", I rationed.

"Apologized for what?!", He tells.

"And this is exactly why I said we needed a break.", I muttered.

"A-", Brendon stutters.

"I'll call you back tomorrow.", I promised.

"I'll see you tomorrow.", he persisted.

And with that, we hung up, leaving me to lightly jog up the stairs, forgetting to warrant anyone as I fell on to my bed as if I were plastered. We insomniacs know when sleep's not in the cards. Instinct's kickin' in. 

Another sleepless night was promised, and assured I came to see, as I was reaching for my out-of-view phone off my bedside table. I turned it on to be really shocked, as the time was 7am. So, I had apparently managed to toss and turn for roughly seven hours. New record. I digress.

I sighed, stretching before leaning up on my toes to shrug myself to my closet, slumping in front to search for a simple outfit. The only discouragement was that I didn't want to dress too not-okay-ly, because I couldn't let him think I'm not okay. Him being Brendon, of course.

With that in consideration, I decided on a pair of yoga pants with a thick white trim at the waist and a dark blue long sleeved shirt that was only a little too big. From there, I grabbed whatever undergarments I had in my drawer (turned out to be way more than I excepted), and headed into the bathroom to take a shower.

New and more vibrant thoughts fluttered my brain as I showered. I imagined the conversation me and Brendon were doomed to have when we meet later today, and I imagined everything that would be said. This is something I had a tendency to do while taking showers. Weird, isn't it?

Soon enough, I was out of the shower, dressed, and ready to leave back for my home. I just blow-dried my hair, brushed it, and put it in a bun. Me and Brendon are super close, so I never usually wear makeup around him unless we're going out or something, but today I did add mascara and light, matte, pastel pink lipstick (which I've come to adore).

On the drive there I played more Fall Out Boy, except this time it was From Under The Cork Tree, an album that speaks to me on a different emotional level. This is a hate album. Written like love letters, but replaced each hearted-dot for the "i", with a skull and crossbones because this was killer. Deadly, even. An album made to kill.

It made me excited and confident, and way less anxious to see Brendon. In fact, I might just walk in our house, open the door, look Brendon between his eyes and shout, "You're a canary!". Or I could have a civilized conversation to solve our problems in a rational way. Eh, I'll go with the ladder.

The ride back took mere seconds, not long at all. Getting out of the car-there was the issue. I envied the moment and dearly, dearly anticipated it. But, now, I sit in the car, quickly inching towards talking to Brendon and I can't bring myself to even park my car. Fuck, that's probably making a loud noise. Ugh, I'm such a dummy.

In one motion, the car was parked and off completely. Okay, baby steps, baby steps. We're almost-

"Aurora! You're here!", Brendon interrupted my thoughts.

I mentally groan and roll my eyes, but physically smile and wave at him. Something I've gotten very used to, ever since me and him started dating. Or even met, for that matter.

I grabbed my phone and unplugged it from the car charger before getting out of the car, closing the door, and beginning to walk over Brendon. When I said getting out of the car was the hardest part, I was wrong. Walking up to Brendon was.

But, finally, I made it up to the front door, which was opened three fourths of the way, his body out of it. He was wearing a plain white t-shirt and grey sweatpants. His hair wasn't done for the day but as always it still looked nice.

That look (physically) on him wasn't anything abnormal. Or it wouldn't be, without the stains coating his shirt, sleep deprivation written all over his face, and the sorrow in his eyes. Pour baby.

"Hey,", I said, softly.

"Hey,", He mimicked, smiling at me and motioning for me to come in.

I complied, following him into our house and seating beside him on our couch. We both took a moment to get settled, then turned to face one another, almost simultaneously. We made eye contact and I could nearly see the sparks flying through the air. Or, I could've if I wasn't being lead through a field, constructed and overtook by his eyes and the inside color surrounding. I hope he felt the same thing.

"So...", Brendon trails off.

"I'm really really sorry about all the things I said to you yesterday. I shouldn't have accused you, but even if what he said was true, that gave me no right to call you the things I did and talk to you the way I did. Again, I am so so sorry and I would do anything for you to forgive me.", Brendon said.

I smiled, "Of course I forgive you. You had every right to assume what you did if you take everything into consideration. Nothing you did was too unforgivable. And I don't even think I'm capable of not forgiving you. But, I'm sorry for some of the things I did. It was way out of line. Forgive me?", I say, thoughtful.

"Fuck yeah,", He groans, happily, before grabbing the back of my head and pushing our lips together.

Oh, how I missed this.

"So, are we on good terms now?", Brendon asks.

I nod.

He smirks, grabs my head again.

Another kiss.

Long night, I assume.

A/N: Oh my fucking hell I have been working on this for a while. Half of it was lack of motivation and the other half was that it's just a long piece. Okay, so this was the last part of this small series we have going on. We have a few stray parts and then there's one big series left of this book. I have almost finished a chapter on the new book which is really really good and I actually like it a lot. But, anyway that's what's going on. I'd like to thank everyone for reading and sticking with me. I love you all so so much.

-Emma💖