I'll Believe In You {A Brendon Urie Love Story} Continuation

A Big Step In A Relationship...

I had a rosy dream,

You gave up on you,

And I gave up on me.

Well love came along and said,

“Leave them be.”

We were wrecked on every rocky tasted.

Light a cork, my pretty little angel.

I’m singing to empty bottles everywhere, everywhere.

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*----Izzy----*

I was getting ready in the bathroom while Brendon continued to whine loudly. I rolled my eyes and threw my towel at him. The whining stopped.

“Not that I’m objecting,” Brendon’s voice was suggestive and I chuckled. “But why did you just throw your towel at me.”

“Because, one, I’ve already changed and two, you’re nagging and it’s irritating me,” I responded.

“Well,” He huffed. “You’re leaving me again for who knows how long. What am I suppose to do? I’m going to be so bored.”

“I told you, you could come with me, Bren,” I stepped out of the bathroom and leaned against the wall. He gave me look and I interpreted it as a “that’s highly unlikely.”

“Hanging out with Noah,” Brendon said his name like a bad word. “I think I’ll pass. I don’t even like the idea of you spending time with him.”

“How many times do I have to tell you he’s different now? Come with me and you’ll see.”

“Izzy why can’t you just stay home with me instead.” He whined again and I let out an agitated groan.

“Sure Brendon, let me just call Noah up and tell him I can’t come because my lazy boyfriend doesn’t want to get off his but and come with us. Oh and let’s not leave out the fact that said boyfriend won’t let me even get ready without whining.”

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“You suck.”

“You’re terrible,” I laughed as he pouted. So get this we’re currently in my car on our way to the mall to meet Noah, it’s been a good 10-minute drive, and Brendon is still sulking.

“You used that stupid reverse psychology trick on me,” Brendon accused.

“What?” I pretended to be shocked. “Little old me? Why I’d never…” I smirked at the glare he was giving me.

“Shut up.”

“That’s what I’ve been wanting to tell you all morning… Are you really sticking your tongue at me?”

“How could you see that?” He asked. “You’re not even looking at me!”

“It’s called peripheral vision, dork,” I chuckled and finished parking the car. “Get out, Urie! We’re going shopping!”

“Bleh,” He groaned. “Why are we always at the mall? We should go to the beach I need a tan.”

“I doubt you’re going to get a tan in one visit to the beach, Brendon. You’re incredibly white.”

“Me?” His eyes went wide and grasped my arm gently. “Look at you! You’re whiter than me,” He compared our arms and I will admit that I was whiter than him.