Hey Moon { Adopted by Brendon Urie }

Chapter 3

Edited 5.22.18

*Luna's P.O.V*

"I'm ready"

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I was not ready.

Wanna know what for? No? Well I'm gonna fucking tell you anyways you self-centered cu-. I'm gonna stop myself there.

I was not ready for the whispering in the lobby, even though I half expected it, I was hoping the whispering wouldn't happen. I was not ready for the tears of the angels pouring from the sky.I was not ready to see the bright ass flashes constantly smacking me across the face. Wtf is the point of papparazi? To catch celebrities in their "scandalous" acts?

We walked outside and I just looked at the ground as Brendon put his arm around my shoulder. It was fine until they started flinging questions our way;

"Brendon, why did you get this little girl?"

"Brendon, is this a publicity stunt?"

"Brendon, are you adopting this child to take advanage of? Or for you and Sarah to raise?"

The rest of the questions were like those, but I couldn't hear anything after that last one. It disgusted me that people would think that.

But one thing got to my head; what if it was a publicity stunt?

It made sense. P!ATD,although really famous, was slowly loosing the attention it once had. Brendon needed something to get the attention back on P!ATD, not the Kardashians.(quick story, I typed in Kardashians and autocorrect changed it to 'lard shaming'. I laughed for like 10 minutes straight before fixing it, and then continued laughing. End of story.)

Yeah, I'll definitely be back in a year. As unfortunate as it may seem, it's undoubtedly true. But then a quick thought ran through my mind like a bolt of lightening.

'If it was just for attention, why didn't Brendon go for any random girl?'

Then the little voice of anxiety kicked in;'Well if he's gonna spend a year with a someone, it might as well be someone he can decently get along with.'

I looked up trying to distract myself from my thoughts, but that didn't help. The flashes of the cameras reflecting off of the angel tears made the flashes seem brighter than before. The rain blurred my vision and flashes hurt my eyes.

My hand found its way into my chest. My breathing hitched and nearly stopped, my legs felt shaky and my head felt airy-anxiety attack.

I stopped in my tracks, and I could barely stand up straight. I fell to the ground and clutched my chest.

5 things I can see:
1-My bag
2-Brendon
3-The wall
4- The ground
5-Faces slightly covered by flashes.

"Luna!" Brendon screamed, running to my side.
4 things I can touch:
1- Brendon (don't you think like that ya nasty)
2-My bag
3-The ground
4-My face

3 things I can hear:
1-Brendon shouting
2- The paparazzi shouting
3-The rain hitting the ground

2 things I can taste:
1- (Rain
2- My own tears

1 thing I can smell:
1- The wet asphalt

Usually this works, but not today I guess.

Suddenly, my body left the ground. I looked up to see Brendon with a panicked expression on his face.

My breathing calmed down and the tears stopped while the  rain continued to pelt us. 

Stupidly, I closed my eyes and layed my head on his chest.

"Shit! Luna, wake up! Fuck fuck fuck"
Brendon said more to himself.

Realizing that he thought I had blacked out, I lifted my head and opened my eyes to look at him.  Only to see him for a second before he moved and all I could see was the car ceiling.

"Luna, are you okay?" Brendon asked worriedly, closing the car door.

I looked at him while sitting up, only to be thrown into a seat in front of me. I guess the car had started moving. I sat back in my seat, looking at Brendon again.

"I guess I'm fine, I just had an anxiety attack out there" I said casually.

"Have you had an anxiety attack before?" He asked, still slightly looking worried.

"Yeah, I have. I'm used to them," I said nonchalantly, "Ms.Bitchface at the orphanage thought anxiety didn't exist and said I was making it up, so she wouldn't get me help. I found coping mechanisms on the Internet that help I guess"

"Well you're just a regular decorated emergency, aren't you?" Brendon said chuckling.

"Did you just Camisado me?"

"Yeah, I used my song against you! How does it feel?"

"I feel honored"
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Shit this chapter was horrible. I'm so sorry it took soo long, but I now have a few co-writers so the chapters will come quicker. The next 3 chapters will be written by my co-writers and will be introducing themselves in the A/N at the end of each of those chapters.

Hope you guys don't mind, but k ow that it is so much help to me.

Peace, love and blessings emo children
                 ~Jean