The Beginning (Brendon and Sarah Urie fanfic)

Meet the Urie Family

       

            Sarah's outfit
            Sarah's  POV
      I'm so nervous my hands are shaking.  I'm  personally meeting Brendon's parents.  I've meet them before but have never said anything other than Hello,  and how are you the evening? 
      I also don't know how I'll be getting out of the house this time of night.  I look at myself in the mirror and exhale a deep breath.  I can do this.
     Making my way down stairs I go into the living room to tell my parents I'm leaving.  "Momma, daddy, I'm going to Raelee's to help her with her English project," I say.  I can't get used to this lying thing.  My dad looks at the clock. 
    "Okay, just be back before 11," my mom says.  I kiss them both on the cheeks then carry on my way to Brendon's house. He doesn't live far at all for this being such a small town, it's walking distance. 
     When I get there I knock in the door.  Please be Brendon who answers and not his family.  Thank God it is him.  He takes my hand and pulls me gracefully into the house.  His parents come in. 
     His mom is wearing a black dress that goes down to her knees and has her short, blond hair slightly curled at the bottoms.  His dad is dressed like Brendon except for his bottom down is black and his jeans are blue and... normal I guess you could say. Brendon is dressed in a jean bottom down,  with black skinny jeans and combat boots.  His hair is once again nicely done. 
     "Holy Moley!" His mom says. I let out a shakey laugh and offer my hand for her to shake.  She's in shock but to shakes my hand. His father does the same.  "Sarah," she says. 
      "Yes," I say.  She looks up at Brendon and smiles for some reason.  He rolls his eyes and leads us all to the kitchen.  ×××
     "This dinner was amazing, Mrs.Urie," I say. She laughs and points at Brendon. 
     "He's the one that cooked it. Chicken soup is his specialty. Also known, as the only thing that he can cook that tastes good and is, well, edible," She tells me.  He gives her a look that says,  Are you serious?
"Have you head him sing?" His father asks me with pride. It's wonderful to see that even though Brendon is awfully different from his parents,  they still love and take pride in him. 
     "Yes. He has a true gift," I say.  His parents smile at me and pour wine.  Mrs. Urie looks at me.
   "Would you like some wine?" She asks me. I  shake my head.
     "No thank you. I don't drink," I say.  She nods and gives a thumbs up to Brendon with a look that says she's impressed. Thank the lord his parents like me.
     "Would you mind if I help you wash the dishes?" I ask her.  She looks astonished as does everyone else at the table.  Was I not supposed to do that? It's a force if habit. 
     "If you wish to," she replies.  I smile and stand up.  Taking plates and cups into the kitchen she looks over at me with a grin.  She's really pretty. 
     "Do your parents even know about this relationship?" She questions.  I don't want to lie to my boyfriends. I shame my head shamefully.  "Over the last two months he's been so much different. He sleep around and is always getting high, or drunk. He started telling Boyd and I about a girl. As soon as I seen the way he looked at you the other night at the dinner, I knew you were that girl. I talked to him about it though," she says.
    "If you don't mind me asking, what was it that you said?"       
     "I told him to be careful and to be okay if it came down to rejection. You are a good, Christian girl. He's a boy that slept around, the type of guy that gets drunk, the guy that when his doctor said that he had ADHD he said cool and asked what it was. What I'm getting at is that, you two are opposites. He said that he didn't think that he would have a chance with you because of the way he is. He look a chance though, and I'm thankful that he did," she says.  I smile at her. 
   The boys come in and grin at us.  "Look at them," his father says.  "Sarah, I'll help my wife finish up, Brendon probably wants you back hy now," he says. Brendon offers me his hand which I take.
    He leads me up his stairs and into his room.  The walls are painted a light grey with a white rimming.  There's posters of Fall Out Boy,  My Chemical Romance,  The Killers, All American Rejects. 
      He says down on his neatly made bed and pulls me down with him. "I wrote you a song," he says shyly.  A teethy smile spreads across my face. He grabs his guitar and takes in a deep breath. 
  

     When he finishes it I have tears in my eyes.  "That's such a sweet song Brendon. Thank you," I say.  I lean in and kiss him.  I don't want to stop yet.  We keep kissing.  He pulls me onto his lap so I'm  straddling him.  His heads creep up my back and make their to my shoulders to take my jacket off.  Its too soon, but that doesn't mean we can't do other things. 
     I button his shirt as her works my jacket down my arms.  I take it the rest of the way off. He goes back to kissing me.  I pull back and kiss his neck,  trailing them down so soon I'm on top of him with him laying down so I can make my way down.  I sucks down his chest,  leaving a road if hickies.  He pulls me up and kisses me again. 
     Our hips grind against each others. I let out a moan then blush from embarrassment.  He says up and kisses my shoulder,  sucking on the flesh.  I moan again.  He flips us so he's on top of me. Lifting up my shirt,  he drags his tongue and bottom lip up to my bra line.  I sigh.  He begins sucking in various areas of my stomach.  He starts going lower. 
     ''Brendon, not so low," I say breathlessly.  He brings himself back up and we keep kissing until I leave. 

AU× I got too lazy to write the lyrics.  Anyways,  please comment your thoughts and ideas for later chapters.  Stay happy - Veah