brendon urie imagines

Car Rides & Phone Calls & Blink-182

Aurora's POV:

I sigh, my thumb continuing to move swiftly, up and down against the screen of my phone, casually scrolling through twitter to see what new things are going on. So far, it looks like Elena got a dog, Olli bought a new car, and Venessa turned 22. Woah.

Suddenly a loud noise erupts from my phone.

Thanks, Pete! (A/N: My IRL ringtone lmaooo)

And the words consuming my phone are,

Peter; swipe to answer

So, I swiped.

"Roary.", he sings.

"Rooooaaarrry.", He repeats.

"Pete, are you drunk?", I ask.

He snorts, laughs, sighs, then answers me.

"No, no. I'm fine.", Pete says, seriously.

"That's good, for starters."

He laughs a little, again.

"Where are you?"

"Uhhhhh,", he stutters.

Brendon's grip tenses on the steering wheel.

"My house?"

I smirk suggestively to hide my confusion.

"Was that a question?", I ask.

"No. My house.", Pete confirms, mocking a exaggeratively deep voice.

I chuckled a little, "How nice."

"What made you call?"

A second of static made up for his hesitation, although it wasn't long until he was talking again.

"Oh, nothing. Just, uh, a few questions if you don't mind.", He answered.

I shrugged, "Shoot."

I hear a sigh from the other end, "What are you wearing?"

I laughed, this reminding me of a couple stereotypes. Of course, me and Pete were close to the point where I knew he was kidding. After all, we have been friends for about 11 years.

"Uh, a little black dress.", I say.

"You're a classic.", Pete chants. "But, I want more. Like, on a scale from my old sweatshirt habit to red carpet, how you lookin', girl?"

"Hm, I'd have to go with Joe's new hair. And-since when did you become my gay hairdresser?", I smile, playfully.

"Eh-hem, excuse me. Do not compare me to Alejandro. The man's a snitch.", He answered with sarcastic sass.

I laughed, a bit of sighing and shaking my head in disapproval mixed in.

"He does an awesome job on your hair though.", Pete regarded.

"Okay, so. You called me to ask what I was wearing and how I thought I looked?", I questioned.

This is hypothetically where he would shrug.

"Yeah, pretty much. How do your nails look?"

"My nails?", I repeated. "I got a manicure two days ago. Pete-I don't see what this has to do with anything. Don't worry me."

"It's nothing to be worried about, Roary. Have a nice night with Brendon. I love you.", Pete said.

"I love you, too. And, thanks. Bye Petey.", I concluded.

"Bye, Roar."

I exhaled sharply, setting my phone back down on the counsel and looking at Brendon who seemed to be paying no attention to me.

"What a weird man."

Brendon shrugged and smiled, placing his hand on my knee.

"And what a sweet boyfriend.", I said, leaning into his shoulder.

His smiled broadened and he adjusted his seating (to the extent he could, while driving) so I could be more comfortable.

I sighed-this time happily-and turned the stereo up, which seemed to be playing something blink-182. First Date, I think it was.

"Is it cool if I hold your hand? Is it wrong if I think it's lame to dance? Do you like my stupid hair? Would you guess that I didn't know what to wear?" Brendon sang along, softly.

Barely even singing. His voice elected only a minimal amount of sound as his lips mouthed the words.

I'm too scared of what you think.

You make me nervous so I really can't eat.

Let's go, don't wait. This night's almost over.

I liked listening to him. Like-don't get me wrong, Mark is great, but so is my Bren.

"When you smile, I melt inside.", Brendon sang to me, looking my way with loving eyes.

I'm not worthy of a minute of your time.

A/N: I've got nothing to say for once. You guys are lucky. Love you.

-Emma❤️