Is This Taboo? - Brendon Urie Fanfiction

*Chapter 1*

Mia's POV

Dragging my suitcase through the foyer, I could not help but feel an overwhelming sense of familiarity and memories washed over me like a tidal wave. I paused at the foot of the staircase, struggling to comprehend that two years had passed since I last stepped foot in my childhood home. I stood silently with closed eyes, letting the memories of the past, both good and bad, resurface and move to the forefront of my brain. A tap on my shoulder suddenly jerked me out of my reflective trance.

"You're kind of in the way sis," Jaron said slightly exasperatedly as I was indeed blocking the staircase.

"Oh sorry!" I replied sheepishly and moved out of the way, allowing my older brother to climb the stairs with his suitcase and disappear into his room.

Although Jaron is only 18 months senior to me, he treats it like it's 18 years! Although I am extremely grateful to have an older brother that cares so deeply for me, this can be exaggerated, and he becomes a little overprotective.

Slowly making my way up the stairs, I tried to refrain from damaging the newly polished wooden steps with my suitcase. Upon reaching the top, I wheeled my case to the familiar first door on the left; my bedroom. Entering the room has me feeling bittersweet. This room was confronting with its outdatedness but simultaneously comforting and reminiscent of my childhood. Although the room needed a makeover, that was a task for another day. I dropped my suitcase haphazardly on my bed, unzipped it, and began unpacking my belongings.

The task of unpacking was relatively small as most of my stuff was left here in Vegas before we moved to New York, but this didn't stop me from feeling like everything and nothing had changed in the years passed. When we pulled up to the front of the house, I was suddenly overcome with emotions, fully understanding my appreciation for my childhood home and how much it meant to be back here again.

I rant and rave about Vegas, and if it were my choice I would never have left, but unfortunately, my father was offered a job in NYC, thus the whole family uprooted and moved across the country. As I'm not one to stamp my foot and protest, I went along with the move although I wasn't thrilled about it. Moving required me to leave Angela, my best friend of 12 years, back in Vegas which was exceptionally upsetting. During our time apart, we still spoke daily, sometimes for far too long, but it just wasn't as satisfying as physically hanging out together and bathing in each other's presence. Speaking of the devil, my phone buzzed, revealing a message from Angie herself.

Angie - You're finally back in Vegas where you belong! I've missed you so much! Can't wait to see you at school tomorrow. Much love xx

I read the messaged and smiled before locking my phone, throwing it on my bed, and heading downstairs.