I look up to see Brendon Urie looking down at me, his hazel brown eyes full of worry. "Yeah, I'm fine," I say, getting up. "Well, then I suppose you should be getting home then." I chuckle a little. "Yeah, about that, um, well, you see.." Brendon seemed to take the words right out of my mouth. "Yes, your friend drove off without you. Perhaps jealous that you got a hug and she didn't?" I chuckle a little more, blushing a bit. "Yeah.. could you get me a ride?"
"Or I could be your ride."
"Yeah whatever."
"I'm serious." He holds my hand, which makes my head shoot up and my cheeks flush a bright red. "Oh.. well, okay. My address is Y/A (your address)," you say, trying not to freak out. "Oh wait.. I shared a flat with F/N.." "Well then I suppose you can't go back there. How about I drive you there, you can get your stuff you need, and you can stay with me for a while?"
"But aren't you married?"
"Not anymore."
"Oh."
"Yeah." He looked down. "Oh, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to.." He cut me off. "Oh, no, it's fine. How about we get to that flat?"
"Yeah."
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| Brendon Urie x Reader | (ON HOLD, POSSIBLY OVER)
FanfictionY/N had a friend, by the name of F/N. She always talked about something called Panic! At The Disco. And when that certain friend takes Y/N to a concert of theirs, something happens, that nobody would've saw coming. === I'm sorry if I don't update on...
