The Beginning (Brendon and Sarah Urie fanfic)

Let Go

           Brendon's POV
     After finishing singing that song she just stares at me in surprise.  "What?" I ask.  She let's out a little laugh. 
      "That was amazing. You have a true talent," she says.  I smirk.  "What do your parents think about your music?"
     "Surprisingly, they're extremely supportive. My mom and dad might be religious people but they also have love for their son," I tell her.  She smiles and takes out her phone when it beeps. She sighs and begins typing. 
     "My parents want me home. I have to get going," she says.  She sounds sad.  I roll my eyes.
     "Have you ever done anything for yourself?" I ask.  She looks down at her hands.  There's my answer.  I place to fingers under her chin,  making her look at me.  She could slap me for this,  but it's worth it.  I have to do this at least once. 
    I lean in and press my lips to hers very slowly,  and hesitantly.  This isn't like when I had my first kiss at the age of twelve playing seven minutes in heaven.  There was no feelings attached there,  but now there is.  A lot of feelings. 
     I pull away,  but go back in with more confidence.  Her lips begin to move against mine.  My hands go to her hair. She sighs when she pulls away.  Looking down bashfully,  she blushes.  It's endearing.
    "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to-" I narrow my eyes. 
     "I kissed you," I tell her.  "You kissed me back."
    "I know. I just- I can't. You shouldn't of done that. I shouldn't of kissed you back," she says.  I shake my head in annoyance. I'm not annoyed of her,  just the damn morals of her family. 
     "Listen, I kissed you because I like you, I understand if you don't feel the same. But you kissed back, that must count for something," I say. As I'm speaking her eyes meet mine. "If there wasn't any expectation that your parents had of you, if you didn't have to go by these morals, would you kiss me again? Would you be willing to have a relationship?"
     "I would, yes. But that's not how it is," she says. I take her head in my hands and pull her to me again.  Her arms wrap around my neck,  pulling me closer to her. 
     I push her down on the sand and kiss her,  not getting on her since that would make her uncomfortable.  Anyone else I would take the chance.  Not now. I don't want to screw this up.
     "Let go," I say.  "You don't have to be their perfect, dream daughter, be yourself," I tell her. Smiling,  her lips touch mine again.  "Would you want to see me again?" I ask.  She smiles. 
    "I would love to."