Sweet and Innocent -Brendon Urie fanfic

~5~

~Ella's P.O.V.~

As Brendon pulled up to the red light, I realized I hadn't given him my address. At least I don't think I did. I brushed it off, and tried to make some small talk.

"So, what's it like being a bar tender?" I asked. I noticed that he seemed fazed by the question.

"Uh, it's cool. I guess"

"So much detail!" I said sarcastically. He just smiled and turned his attention towards driving again.

"Hey what's your last name? I'm sorry if you told me earlier I'm kinda pickled"

"Urie, and pickled? I've sworn I've heard my grandma say that!" He laughed.

I chuckled to myself, thinking about his last name. Oh the jokes I could make. Then it hit me.

"Wait as in Brendon Urie?! Beebo? " if he is the same kid from high school I'm thinking of, this will make my whole night.

"Fuck, not that nickname again. Next thing I need is to be called urine again!" He says laughing.

" Forgive Ella, she made up that nickname, and told everybody we would talk to. " I sigh thinking of when Ella told me about this weird kid, and then she decided to give him a pet name. She gave everybody a pet name. For example, I am "Rosey" or "Flower" because of my middle name, Rose.

"Thank god she didn't recognize me, that would've been a long 3 hours. Also we are here." He said pulling into my driveway.

That's when I realized, he didn't have his phone out for directions. I don't think I ever gave him my street address or anything like that.

"Did I ever give you directions?" I was scared to find out the answer. I slowly reached for the car door handle, just incase I needed to get away quickly.

"Um, what do you think I am? A creep? You gave me your address back at the club. Don't you remember?" He just smiles at me, and I lose myself in his smile.

"Yeah sorry, I forgot, again I'm a bit 'pickled' " I say pickled using my best old grandma voice. It was bad.

"Well anyways, thanks for the ride Beebo. Oh! Also can I get your number so we can stay in tou-" He suddenly leans in and attacks my lips with a hard kiss. I'm startled at first but I then kiss back. I feel Brendon smile. He pulls away, and finds a pen. He then takes my arm, and writes something down on my arm.

"There ya go" He smiles at me after he finishes what seems to be a number.

" Thanks, I'll call you later" I wink, grab my purse, and open the car door.

~Brendon's P.O.V.~

Once she got out of the car, my soft smile turned into a sinister grin. I watched as she ran up to her front door, stopping to look for her key in her purse. She seemed frustrated at first, and then she released what seemed to be a long sigh. She turned around, and did an awkward but cute jog back to my car.

" H-Hey, um is that offer still up to hanging out at your house? She hung her head low, she must be embarrassed.

"Of course, Doll." I started up the car again, and we drove off to my house.

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When we pulled into my driveway she seemed surprised by the looks of my house. Her eyes had widened and she let out a small and adorable "woah."

"What? Just cause I'm a uh.. bar tender I can't afford a house like this?" I put my hand up to my chest like I was offended.

" I'm sorry, but yeah" she says laughing.

I get out of the car, and quickly run around I her side to open the door for her. I've actually fantasied about this moment, and now it's actually happening. I'm so excited!

We walk up to my front door, and I feel around in my pockets for the key. I finally find it, unlock the door, and step inside. As if on cue, she gasped again.

"Woah, you have a really nice home brendon" she smiles.

"Thanks" I slip off my shoes, and start walking into the living room.

"So, do you like horror movies?" I ask with hope she'll say yes. I know this is cliché, but it would be nice to have her cling onto me when it gets scary.