Sweet and Innocent -Brendon Urie fanfic

~7~

--time skip to the next day--

"Ella, stop lying to yourself. You know you like him, and you know you want to see him again. Fuck the dream, I mean come on, dude it was just a dream. Plus, if he ever hurts you, I'll kill him." Ella takes a bite of her salad aggressively, "Now, tell me, was he any good?"

"Oh shut up, you don't sleep with someone you just met." I roll my eyes, and slap her lightly on the arm. "Oh! Brendon looked familiar to you too, right?" She nods her head, "Guess what! It's beebo, from Highschool!"

"No way? Really?" She exclaimed, her eyes glowing up.

"Why would I lie? His face has matured a lot" I say while taking a sip out of my water.

"I would be blind if I said he hasn't changed. He looks way more muscular now too," She said while eating the last bit of her salad.

"Totally." I check the time, and it's already 12:30, meaning I should probably start heading back to work. "Thanks for meeting me for lunch, I just needed to talk. Also, wanna catch a movie tomorrow?" I stand up, stretch, and throw away our trash.

"Yeah, bring Brendon," She winks.

"Fine, but you have to bring Justin then."

"K, seeya fuck nugget," she laughs.

"Seeya shitty bean," I walk out the door of the restaurant, and start heading
back to work. I work as a assistant for Mr. Weekes. Yes, the rich, intelligent, but sometimes asshole Dallon Weekes. I mean he's a flirt, but I've never been really interested in him.

I walk through the front doors of the 80 story building, and I'm almost instantly greeted by my co workers.

"Afternoon, Vodkella!" My friend, Jill beams at me.

I nod at her, "Afternoon Jillybean."

As I'm speed walking to the elevator, a short brown haired girl named Quinn, runs up to me.

"Miss Bates, Mr. Weekes has requested that you bring him coffee with two shots of bourbon. Also go print these papers, two of each," She smiles a toothy smile at me. "Oh! Mr.Weekes also would like you to attend a dinner party with him tonight!" She squeals.

"What? Why me" I ask. But all she does is smile and wink at me. Oh god, what does he have planned?

I get in the elevator, and a few people glance my way. I get a few small nods from people I somewhat know. I press the floor number "24".

When I get out of the elevator, I head straight for the break room. There is a special safe for Mr. Weekes alcohol. I've stolen a bottle of Vodka before, and I was almost fired. Some people referee to me as "Vodkella". This was 6 months ago, and I really hate that nickname. I pour his coffee in a silver cup, put the two shots of bourbon in there, and head to his office.

I knock two times on the big metal door, no one answers. When I'm about to knock again he calls me in.

"Come in Ella," He says in a singsongy voice.

"Here is your coffee with two shots of bourbon. I'll go print the copies right now." I speed through it, trying to get out of there as fast as possible. He can't take me if he doesn't ask me. I would just say no, but Mr.Weekes doesn't like hearing that word.

"Hey, by the wa-" I shut the door before he finishes his sentence. That was rude, but I really need to come up with a reason why I can't go. I can't be caught lying, I'm a really bad liar so that would most likely backfire.

As I'm walking to the copying room, Quinn runs up beside me again.

"Miss Bates, Mr. Weekes would like me to tell you that he wants you back in his office. Now."

"I have to make copies," I stated. I need more time, and I'm kind of scared to face him.

"Mr. Weekes told me to tell you 'Fuck the copies' if you said that," She states. Quinn isn't a big swearer, so she whispered "fuck" so no one else could hear but me.

"Tell him I said 'fuck you I'm making the copies' then" I wasn't thinking when I said that, but before I could tell her 'sorry, don't say that' she whispered what I said into her ear piece. She smirked at me, turned, and walked away from me. She is honestly such a little bitch.

Before I could think of what to do to apologize, I heard the big metal doors swing open and hit the walls. Now I'm in for it. I dove into the supply closet, which was about 6 feet away.

I peaked out the closet just a little bit so it wasn't too noticeable, and saw Mr. Weekes speed walking to what seemed to be the copying room. His face was the scariest part, his face was red as a tomato, and he looked so furious. If it was possible, he would have steam coming from his ears and his nose.

When he made it to the copying room and slammed the door, and I dashed out of the closet. I started speed walking to the elevator. That's when it hit me, if I leave this building, he'll hunt me down and also fire me. I can't lose this job just yet. So I turned around, and started to walk towards his office. On the first turn, I ran hard into someone. When I looked up, I put a sympathetic smile on my face.

" Hi Mr. Weekes."

He pulled me up by my wrist, and his grip was strong. I let out a little yelp when he lifted me to my feet. He then proceeded to drag me to his office door, wrist still in hand.

"I think you and I need to have a talk," He said firmly.

All I did was nod my head, because if I argued, I would probably be six feet underground in an hour flat.

--A/N--
💚Ok so I'm the editor ella and I've got a system down. To know I'm writing I'll put a green heart before I talk and blue heart after I talk (yes another Larry reference). If you see any mistakes that I have just comment them and I'll try and read and fix them. Also it would be really nice if you could give us ideas or if you want us to add something or someone in the fic just comment it and we will try and put it in. Okeeeeeey byeeeeee. 💙