brendon urie imagines

Don't Grow Up

Aurora's POV:

I must've fallen asleep or something along the lines of drooling and dosing off on my boyfriend's shoulder as we drove to god knows where. When I awoke, I couldn't remember too much about what was going on.

I felt a hand shift onto the area just above my knee.

"How's my girl?"

I smiled, flicking my eyes open and looking up at Brendon.

"Finally awake?" he asks.

I nod, keeping the same lazy smile and squirming around to get comfortable. He chuckled, rubbing his hand atop my tights before retracting it and going back to the steering wheel.

"We almost there?" I wondered, soon realizing my groggy first-waking-up voice.

I blush at that, kind of embarrassed at how I sounded because personally I thought it was extremely unappealing and manly; kinda like my voice resembled some guy who smoked while learning the fiddle for eight years. But that's besides the point.

"Maybe," Brendon shrugs.

"Oh wait.."

"No-yeah, we're almost there."

I smiled at him and his goofiness before sitting up like a mature, civilized being riding in the passenger seat of a moving vehicle. Man, I need to grow up.

"Where are we even going, anyways?" I mumbled, struggling to rub the sleep out of my eyes.

"Be patient, sweetheart." he coed.

I rolled my eyes playfully a plucked my phone out of the charger, shutting the music that was playing on the stereo off-but I don't remember ever using the AUX cord.

"Bren, were you listening to my music?" I questioned, playfully raising an eyebrow.

He blushed and averted his gaze.

"Yeah-but, like. We listen to basically the same music, I don't see why it's a big deal." Brendon stuttered.

"It would be... if you didn't only listen to Beyoncé." I reminded, looking through the album he shuffled.

He remained fairly quiet-at some points roughly attempting to defend himself but it ended up in stutters. I silenced him by giggling.

"You're cute."

Brendon smiled and placed his hand back on my leg before finally pulling in to the driveway of a large building.

It looked like an abandoned house that had been fixed up by someone. Someone with great taste, I have to say.

They kept the wood the same pale yellow color and I can only imagine how pretty it would look on a nice, spring day. The windows had white pains which were decked with pretty flowers and small, cute, little trinkets. They were sparkly and shiny, fit for someone far younger than me.

It seemed to have personalized street lights with fairy lights strung around them. The house, as well, had outdoor lights, allowing me to see everything going on-considering it was nearly 11pm.

"Okay, baby. You ready?" Brendon said, nervously.

I looked at him with wide eyes and a small grin,  nodding due to the knowledge that I was the textbook definition of speechless. In fact, I was so flustered by how pretty everything was, it never crossed my mind how this was set up, who set it up, and why.

So, I sat tight while Brendon got out of the car. Soon enough, he opened my door for me and held out a hand for mine to form in to. I smiled at him, took his hand, then followed him out of the car where he shut the door and we began walking towards the mysteriously gorgeous house.