"There you are, you took forever but please spare the details," I laughed as Dallon entered the room again as the previews began.
He sat on the couch next to me and observed our spread. He of course went straight for the alcohol. Opening the vodka he took a swing and so did I. We had finished off half the bottle 10 minutes after the movie started and I was definitely going under, but I was still aware.
I looked at Dallon's face, it was gorgeous.
He took a bite of a ketchup covered chicken nugget and ketchup was left on the corner of his mouth.
Giggling, I leant over and wiped it off with my thumb, staring into his eyes.
Fuck it I thought and leaned in pressing my mouth on his, he seemed shocked for a moment but pulled me closer kissing me back.
The kiss continued as we barely took in air. I climbed on his lap, straddling him as he rubbed his hands up and down my back, my hands tangling in his air.
The sounds of us kissing echoed off the walls, only covered by the movie. I rocked my hips, getting into the moment, wondering if this was it. His hands went up my shirt as if he knew I didn't have a bra on.
Pulling back he looked at me, licked his lips and picked me up, my legs around his waist as he brought me to his room, laying me down on his bed as he climbed on top of me. Removing my shirt and his we were moving forward quickly as his lips travelled down my neck and kissed the edge of my breasts. His hands travelled to my thighs and that was a wake up call. I pulled away panting, him Still over top of me. Staring into his eyes I pulled my shirt back on and rolling out from underneath him. Not bothering to say a word I got under his covers burying my head and almost broke into tears as he climbed into bed with me also.
He moved in close, so close I felt his breath on my neck and somehow that calmed me down.
Brendon's POV
I laid in my bed, phone in had pondering if I should call Sarah, I longed to talk to her, like she was a drug and I needed a dose.
Trying to calm myself down I glanced at the drawer were I kept my old cigarettes. Getting up I grabbed one reluctantly and lit it. Climbing out my window I sat on my roof smoking my first one in two months. It calmed me down instantly as Sarah flashed through my head as I wondered where she was now.
Sorry this is short but I thought this should be a chapter on its own.
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Sarah Smiles
أدب الهواةThere was a Sarah before Sarah Urie. ------------ Brendon Urie held a secret, a big secret. During the weekdays he was Brendon Urie, a normal (popular) boy attending Valley High in Las Vegas. But right when school let out on Friday afternoons he wa...
