Jacksepticeye Imagines

Brendon Urie's Sister

SURPRISE UPLOAD!!!
This one's for EmilyRenee432
And doesn't the girl in the media look like she could seriously be Brendon Urie's sister?!

Anyway, onto the story.

Knock, knock, knock.

Brendon carefully leans around the corner, wearing a dough-covered chef's hat and his deep green shirt covered in flour.

"Who's that?" He asks, loud enough that I can hear him through the living room.

"Not sure," I quickly reply as I make my way to the sturdy door.

I open it and.... Oh. It's Jack.

"Oh, hi, Jack," I try not to stumble over my words, although I'm honestly surprised to see him. I didn't expect to see him because I thought since he'd broken up with his girlfriend, that he wasn't going to be out of his house much.

"Hey," his smile always seems to light up a room whenever it shows.

"What are you doing here?" My voice does an audible wave, like a car gliding over a hill, as I try to subtly push Jack out of my brother's view.

"Um," he seems to understand what I'm trying to do, "Can I come in?"

I sigh in frustration but also in defeat, "Sure."

I step aside and he makes his way toward the kitchen. I internally wince as he catches sight of my brother, Brendon forming little balls of dough on the cookie sheet.

He freezes in place and simply stares.

EmilyRenee432 You also have a perfect name for this!

"Uhhh..... Emily?" He asks, slowly turning to look at me. His blue eyes reveal a little bit of fear as he sees my realization, or lack thereof.

"Yeah, um, Jack," I calmly gesture to Brendon, "meet my brother, Brendon Urie."

"The Brendon Urie?" He gapes even further, his voice reaching a pitch that could nearly break glass.

I wince, "Yep."

Brendon looks over his shoulder and sees Jack gawking at the almighty rock god that he probably thinks my brother is, which he really isn't. My brother is just like any other guy, but also happens to be a full-time singer and songwriter. He is just the same as any other sweet guy with a good tempered personality.

But he is also the best brother ever.

"Hi, there," he claps his hands together, spurring dust into the air. He holds out a generous hand to shake, "I'm Brendon, Emily's older brother."

Once Jack gets over the realization that he's actually shaking the Brendon Urie's hand, he calms down. His gentle smile returns and he's just as normal as he ever was again.

"Wow, I never thought that I'd be meeting Brendon Urie, the lead singer of Panic! at the Disco!" (If you seriously don't know who this wonderful guy is by now..... get out. (Jk, lol.))

Jack is ecstatic. I can tell he wants to act like one of my brother's adoring fans in the crowd, jumping up and down and screaming his name.

A long time ago, I went to one of Brendon's concerts, disguised as one of those screaming fans, and I got shoved around like a sack of rice. All these taller and older girls, some even as old as thirty or fourty, pushed me around and treated me like they were so much better.

I wanted so bad to tell them that I was his younger sister, and even then, they probably would have just laughed at me. They wouldn't have believed me, anyway.

"Um, sooo, I was thinking about taking you out, somewhere," Jack kept glancing from me to Brendon and back again, like he was expecting a reaction from both of us at once. I can tell he's nervous, but I'm sure my brother will pick up on that and act nice to Jack because he's technically a stranger.

Errr, something like that, I don't freaking know.

"Where do you plan on taking her?" Brendon is now wiping his powdery white hands on a clean dishtowel.

"W-Well," Jack starts to stutter nervously, "I-I was thinking the movie theatre."

Brendon steps closer, intimidatingly, "What movie are you going to see?"

"Umm...." He's about to croak under pressure, I swear, "Romance?" His last word comes out as a squeak.

"Sci-fi," I declare, saving him. I step forward and loop my arm around his. He smiles at me, obviously thankful for the gesture.

"Okie!" Brendon goes back to placing the small balls of dough on the cookie sheet. He seems to be done with the conversation.

"C'mon," I pull Jack away and I grab my jacket. He zips his up and we go outside, walking to his car.

Jack smiles at me and asks......

. . . .

"Why didn't you tell me that you were the younger sister of the greatest man in history?"

Sigh.

This wasn't one of my best works, but ya know, I tried, hehe.

FM