Is This Taboo? - Brendon Urie Fanfiction

*Chapter 4*

Brendon's POV

I had just been smacked rather hard on my bicep. I had always known Jaron was protective but was he really THAT protective?

"Ouch" I said, re-coiling and rubbing my arm.

"That's my sister dude!" Jaron exclaimed as he continued to lead me downstairs.

"What, so she can't be hot?"

"Yes! Well no but I don't want to be hearing it from you ok?" he said with a stern look in his eyes.

"I won't say it again!" I replied, raising my hands in defeat. I may not say it but it doesn't mean I won't think it.

"Good, now pee."

Jaron turned around and left me alone standing outside of the downstairs bathroom. I had meant what I said before, Mia had gotten hot. She was always a cute, innocent child but during the past two years, the miracle of puberty happened and she was bumped up a category in terms of attractiveness.

I know, you must think I am being shallow obsessing over someone's appearance but I did know Mia, well at least a little bit.

I turned around walked into the bathroom, did my business, and began to walk back upstairs. As I was walking back towards Jaron's room, Mia came out of the bathroom, still only in her towel, her very short towel.

I couldn't help but smirk at the fact that if that towel were any shorter I'd see her-

Before I could even finish the thought, Mia had rushed down the hall and into her room, slamming the door behind her.

I physically shook my head attempting to clear my mind and continued heading towards Jaron's room.

Mia's POV

Of course, I had to run into him again while I was still only wearing a towel. In the few seconds that I dashed down the hall and into the safety of my room, I regretted not taking a change of clothes with me into the bathroom.

As I slid out my bedroom drawers, I picked out some light purple underwear and a matching bra, a grey top and my black skinny jeans.

I put on my clothes and walked over to my vanity where I plaited my hair and put on some lip balm.

As I didn't have anything to do until lunch time, I decided to lay on my bed and listen to some music. I often find that music is my only escape, I can always rely on my favourite artists to comfort me or just occupy me when I need them.

This time my music was used as a distraction. Ever since the bathroom incident, I can't stop thinking about Brendon. I had basically grown up with him. I wouldn't compare him to a brother though as it would be bloody disgusting to have a crush on your brother.

Wait, do I have a crush on Brendon? Of course not, that's ridiculous. Besides, I am only obsessing over his appearance and although I'm lacking in the boy department, I am not desperate enough to solely fall for someone based on looks. At least I don't think I am.

With my mind racing with thoughts of Brendon and the sweet, soul-full voice of Patrick Stump in the background, I began to drift off into a much needed sleep.