The Beginning (Brendon and Sarah Urie fanfic)

Behind The Certain

          Brendon's POV
    I turn around and see Sarah.
    "Hi," she says. I look towards the door and see that someone from inside has closed the cream colored, slightly sequenced, certain.  She sits down on the swing that's located in the middle of her backyard.  I find it in myself to sit down next to her.
      "I must say, your voice is amazing. Did you get your musical ability from anyone in your family?" She asks.  I've never actually been able to talk to someone other than my friends about my music. 
     "Not that I know of," I tell her.  A strand of her glorious hair falls into her eyes.  I reach out and move it.  She smiles and looks into my eyes as if there is something special about them. "I'm sorry about how your parents reacted to how you for dressed before," I tell her.  She shakes her head.  She has no idea how much I want to kiss her right not and it's not just my ADHD talking. 
      "That's nothing for you to be sorry for. Anyways, it's normal and usually like that when I try and do something I normally wouldn't. My guess is that it was too revealing and too dark," she says. I scuff.  She looks at me as if I've offended her. 
     "Fuck," I mutter too loud.  Her eyes grow wide.  I smirk.  "I'm sorry. It's a habit. Anyways, it wasn't bad. You looked- would you kill.me if I said you looked hot?" She let's out a nervous laugh. 
      "No. I wouldn't kill you," she says. I look deeply into her eyes. She's enchanting.
     "Well then, you looked hit. You still do, buy this doesn't seem like you. It seemed like you we're trying to yourself when you came down those stairs in that black dress. Why that anyways?"  I ask,  referring to her dress.  She sighs.
      "Most of my clothes are bright, or at least the ones that I don't hide from my family. As my mom would say, it represents my purity," she says.  She looks down while saying this. I smile at the mention of purity. 
     "Purity," I say.  She looks  at me.  "What? You're one of this no sex until marriage type of people?"
     "If I tell you the truth, will you tell me parents?" I shake my head then gasp. 
      "Your not a virgin?" I ask jokingly.  She raises her brows. 
    "I'm a virgin," she says.  I nod.  "I just think that if you can really trust that person, and can see yourself with that person for the rest of your life, have sex. All that should matter is that you love the person," she tells me.  I'm  amazed by her.  "My parents though...not so much. They'd kill me."
     "They wouldn't have to know? Why would they know?" She shrugs.  She lifts her legs up so that they're at the side of her crossed.  Soon,  while looking up at the stairs, I Sarah rest her head on my shoulder.  I smile to myself.  Maybe we're not all that different. 
     I look down and see that's she's asleep. I stand up,  still supporting her head with my hand,  and pick her up bridal style.  I carry her into the house and see that everyone has left except for my family.  They see that I have  Sarah in my arm,  they're faces contort into a concerned expression. 
      "She's okay. We we're talking and she fell asleep. Do you mind if I carry her up to her room?" I say.  Her parents look at each other before nodding. 
     Eventually I find her room and lay her down. She opens her eyes and smiles.  She wasn't even sleeping.  I chuckle.  "You little-"
     "I was sleeping. But I felt you carry me and I became very aware," she says.  Now I blush. She stands up and kisses my cheek. "Thank you." After that I leave her room to stop our family from thinking anything.  Wouldn't want to ruin their perfect daughter.