Urie Baby [ON HOLD]

Chapter 8| the report

(Update I know 15 year olds can't drive ok it's fan fic) James walked me up to my house as I prepared to tell my dad what the hell had just happened. I grab my keys and unlock the door. I throw my bag and keys on the table and yell dramatically, "IM HOME!" Brendon comes downstairs and stops in his tracks when he lays eyes on James.

"Who the hell is he?!"

"You may want to, sit down for this one." I say as I look in the direction of the couch. Brendon, James and I walk over to the living room.

*20 minutes into the conversation*

"James and I went over to Starbucks after that and I-"

"we've gotta get him arrested, that mans a psychopath!" Brendon yells, getting up and running towards the kitchen where his phone sat on the counter.

"Hello, 911 id like to report an attempted kidnapping." Brendon says. I walk over to him and start to give him details for him to give to the operator.

After ten minutes of Brendon talking on the phone, James had to leave so I lead him to the door and hugged him goodbye.

I went up to my room and starting to play my ukulele. I sang house of gold by twenty one pilots.

"She asked me son

When I grow old

Will you buy me

A house of gold?

And when your father

Turns to stone

Will you

Take care

Of me?"

I sat it down and laid down on my bed. I dozed off and fell asleep.