Imagines

Nine in the afternoon (Brendon Urie)

{A.N.: Geez I hope you guys dont get too tired of Urie-magines. They're just requested alot. More than others tbh. Okay so here goes nothing}

Imagine...

You somehow manage to leave the house for the night, since your parents are leaving for a friend's house and should only be back in the morning.

You walk down the cold streets of Las Vegas, even though it doesn't get that cold, even in winter time.

You walk for what seems to be forever, and finally get to the house you were looking for. The Uries'. You knock on the door and Brendon opens.

"Hey!" He says.

"Hey Bren. Wanna come over? No one's home" you tell him.

"Uh yeah, sure! Lemme just grab my coat and... Here. We're on our way!" He smiles."Mooommmm I'll be at a friend's house!! Be back later!!" He shouts. You both get outside and he takes your hand.

"You know you could've called, right?" He asks, laughing.

"Yeah, I know. Just wanted to walk with you. I missed you, you know?"

"Yeah I know. I know because I missed you too baby" and with that, he puts a gentle kiss on your forehead.

You rest your head on his shoulder as you walk silently back to your place. You both get inside, relieved to finally be somewhere warm.

"Ugh, it's so damn cold!" He whispers, taking his boots off.

"Right. Hey how 'bout a coffee by the fireplace? We could play some cards or watch a movie or-"

"I've got other plans for tonight" he tells you, smiling.

"Oh, really?" You ask, playfully.

"Yeah. I plan on making this night the most romantic night you've ever seen in your life" he says. You laugh.

"Impress me" you say with a wink.

"Oh, I count on that" he says, leaving for the kitchen. He grabs two mugs and pours some coffee in them.

You watch him as he grabs a bunch of strawberries in the fridge, putting them in a plate. You giggle and he looks at you. He gives you this flawless smile, making you blush.

He grabs a blanket and takes you to the lounge. He starts a fire in a fireplace and puts the blanket on the floor.

He grabs your hand, "Milady" he tells you, showing you the blanket.

You sit down as he gets the mugs and the strawberries. He sits next to you and puts his arm around your shoulders. You cuddle on the blanket, taking a sip of coffee once in a while. His skin feels warm on this winter night, and his lips on your feel even warmer.

You kiss passionatly, stoping here and there to smile. He puts a hand on your tigh and you move back.

"Easy, Romeo. We've got time. The night is still young." You look at the clock: it was 9 in the afternoon. He takes his hand back and smiles.

"You're right, honey. The night is young" and with that, he grabs you and takes you close to him.

You giggle and he smiles happily. You lay on the blanket, as he plays with your hair and softly sings to you.

"Back to a room where it's nine in the afternoon, and we know that it could be, and you know that it should, and you know that you feell it too, cause it's nine in the afternoon..."