Adopted By The Uries//B.U & S.U

Chapter 30

I woke up with eyes as watery as frickin Niagra Falls.

"God damn!" I whispered, wiping my eyes with my shirt. I absolutely hate being sick! I got up and washed my hands, just so I wouldn't get anyone else sick.

"Bagel time!" I said, taking a bagel out of the bag and into the toaster.

"Hey ki- Holy s**t!" Brendon exclaimed.

"I know, I know, I'm sick." I rolled my eyes.

"Really? I thought you just came back from a beauty pageant." He laughed sarcastically.

"I will sneeze on you, don't cross me Urie." I threatened.

"Whoa! Don't threaten me with a good time!" He laughed.

"That was very lame." I commented.

"Holy, sick Faelecia's pretty rude." He chuckled.

"You haven't even dealt with sick Faelecia on her period, I'm way worse." I informed.

"Alright, T-M-I." He said.

"Yeah, sorry. Sick Faelecia's very truthful." I apologized.

"So, where is everyone?" I asked.

"Sarah and Zack are at the hospital for Sarah's physical therapy. Dallon, Kenny and Dan went to the guitar store nearby and I'm stuck here with you since I don't want to leave a sick child on her own." He smiled.

"So what do you want to do?" I asked.

"Not touch you, that's for sure," he chuckled.

"I will fight you, but I also wanted to see if I could do something." I said.

"Do what?" He questioned.

"Well, you know how I'm pro at copying the LA Devotee music video?" I intrigued.

"Yes."

"Well I wanted to see if I could do whilst sick." I spoke.

"Nice use of the term 'whilst'." He laughed.

"Can you search it up? I don't want to infect the remote." I inquired. He nodded and took the remote, going on YouTube and playing the LA Devotee video.

"Do you think you can do this?" He asked. I nodded and wiped my eyes with a roll of toilet paper.

"Wow! This is a weird Friday, wearing an oversized Panic! Shirt, Sesame Street pants and are sick while copying the LA vid." He said.

"Shh! It's the part soon! Want me to look at you or do my thing?" I asked.

"God please look at the TV, I don't want to look into the eyes of the beast." He laughed. I looked at him and glared him.

"That's just mean." I laughed.

"Okay shut up! It's the part!" I got serious and started mimicking his moves.

"Oh s**t, this is intense!" Brendon yelled, getting to the part at the end where Noah's dying. I got all crazy, even with my cold this bad.

"Time to die." I said near the end of the video, the clip where Brendon cracks his knuckles.

"Oh shoot! That was a loud crack! Even I heard that." He remarked.

"I take my LA Devotee very seriously, even if it means that my fingers hurt so bad." I clutched my hand in my chest.

"Are you okay?" He asked. I nodded and sat down.

"It auto plays to Don't threaten me, do you wanna try doing that one?" He asked.

"I'll try!" I bounced up from my seat and, yet again, rubbed my eyes.

"God, this is too much movement for me... and I love it!" I cheered.

"Are you gonna be capable of doing this?" He asked.

"Of course I am!" I rejoiced. "Now shh! I'm trying to embrace my inner Panic! nerd!" I laughed.

***

Brendon and I were passed out on the couch, different couches.

"Frickin cold!" I yelled.

"Shh, I have a head ache..." Brendon mumbled.

"How do you think I feel?" I replied.

"Sick, duh!" He sassed.

"Fight me!" I shouted. "Never mind, I'm too weak to fight." I kept my eyes closed as I tried to fall asleep.

"If you don't shut up I will fight you." He threatened.

"Oh! Mr. Urie is acting all strong now, is he?" I shouted.

"Fight me little kid!" He yelled back, not even getting up from the couch.

"I'm too f**king tired..." I whispered.

"Same! Disregard that fight?" He asked.

"Abso-f**king-lutely!"