Happy anniversary babe! (Brendonxreader)

"Thanks Pete."

"Oh my god!" You whisper harshly as Pete quickly covers your mouth. You both wait patiently as the footsteps fade away. "What are you freaking out about?" Pete asks as he pulls his hand away from your mouth.

"Are you fucking kidding me? That was Brendon's dad." You say frustrated. He smirks, "yeah I knew that." You raise your hand to rub your forehead. "Whatever, I'm getting ou-"

You attempt to get off of Pete's lap but he grips your waist, pulling you back down. "Come on sweetie, there's nothing wrong with this."

You roll your eyes and grab his wrist. "Nothing wrong with this? You're joking." He continues to smirk. "Oh my god Pete, everything about this is wrong. How do you think Brendon, your best friend, my boyfriend, would feel if he walked in and saw all of this?"

Pete begins sliding his hand down your thigh, "I think he wouldn't mind, after all sharing is caring." You swat his hands. "Look Pete, I'm not a toy. I've had the fangirl dream of getting with you but now, I'm with Brendon. Respect that or don't talk to me."

He laugh and lifts you off of his lap, "yes ma'am." He says placing his hand against his forehead, pretending to salute. He slides behind you, making sure you feel him, and exits the stall. "See you later doll."

Pete walks out of the bathroom, leaving you alone. You start to think back on everything as you adjust your dress in the mirror.

Just then, Mr. Urie's word echo back into your head. "If you see Brendon or y/n let them know we're looking for them." Where was Brendon? Almost on cue, you hear the floor outside begin to creak.