Emo Band Imagines

3: Brendon Urie: (Panic! At The Disco) "I've Never Been Kissed Before" Part 1

High school. Aka prison.

But one person made it better: Brendon Urie.

Yes you never thought you would fall for the nerdy loser in Biology, but things have changed. All it took was one project on how music affected plants.

Flashback:

You weren't a bully per se. You just didn't associate with his crowd. So when he asked you to come work on it with him at his house, you were hesitant. Reluctantly, you went over and found some pretty kicking posters on his wall: The Who, The Beatles, Queen, Fall Out Boy, and many others.

He was really awkward at first, stuttering a lot and blushing, making you sympathetic for the guy. He wasn't that bad looking either, pretty brown eyes that captured your gaze with a single look, dark brown hair that lay flat on his forehead, pouty lips that he bit a lot, probably from nerves.

"Y/N!" He waves a hand in front of your face, snapping you back to reality.

"Yeah. Sorry."

"Do you wanna get started?" He points to the bed, where biology books, notebooks, and a trifold board was folded neatly on his made bed.

"Yeah. Let's get this over with." You sit down and started jotting down ideas.

•••

You've been working on your project for an hour, but he's talking all of this nonsense that is just not making any sense to you. Not understanding what the hell he's talking about, he pulls out a guitar from under his bed. "So some plants may not react to stuff like Fall Out Boy very well, depending on the plant." He starts playing 7 Minutes In Heaven.

"...Sitting out dances on the wall, Trying to forget everything that isn't you, I'm not going home alone, 'Cause I don't do too well on my own..."

Amazed at him, your mouth is agape, glancing at his fingers on the guitar, then back at him.

"But some plants might grow if you play, say, The Beatles." Putting a black... thing on the strings, he starts plucking Here Comes The Sun. Closing his eyes, a small smile creeps up on his face.

"...Here comes the sun, do do do do, Here comes the sun, and I say 'It's alright'..."

He looks up, clearing his throat. "Ahem. Sorry okay back to the topic on hand." He puts his guitar down on the floor, resting it on the side of the bed.

"Wait."

He looks back up, pushing his glasses up on the bridge of his nose.

"Let's take a break. I'm tired of biology. How about you play some more?"

"Oh—Okay. Um.. what do you wanna hear?" He smiles and brings his guitar back to sit on his lap.

"I love The Beatles. Wanna play some more of that?" You push the stuff on the floor and he gasps slightly, looking hurt that you pushed everything you've worked on in the past hour on the dirty floor.

He regains his composure. "I—I would l-love to."

So you two spend the next 3 hours discussing music, finding out all sorts of stuff about him. Like his band. He's in a band!!!, you think to yourself.

So he starts playing a song of his that him and a couple of his friends wrote called "Time To Dance". "We sent this song and another song out online, but nobody from a label of any kind has seen them yet."

"I'm sure somebody will. Maybe someone from Fall Out Boy will. Who knows?"

"That would be amazing. But I'm not getting my hopes up."

Your phone rings. "Sorry. Hold on." You flip the phone open and see it's your mom. "Hey Mom."

"You were supposed to be home 30 minutes ago."

"Sorry. I'm coming." You hang up and look at Brendon. "Hey, listen. I gotta go. I'll see you later." You start to gather your stuff, when his hand grabs your arm. You look at his hand, not really knowing what to think.

"S-Sorry." He quickly takes his hand back and messes with the skin on his lip, looking down at his jeans. A rose colored blush appears on his cheeks as he licks his lips.

"I'll... see you later." You get up and zip your backpack, putting it on your shoulder.

"Do you want me to drive you home?" He looks up nervously.

"If you don't mind."

He shakes his head and gets up. He grabs his keys and wallet, walking out of the door to his car.

•••

The ride back is quiet. His thumbs are drumming quietly on the steering wheel to the radio.

He stops at your house, pulling into the drive way.

You start to get out of the car. Turning back to look at him, he's biting his lip, looking at the steering wheel. "Hey um..."

He looks up, pushing his glasses back on his nose again. "Yeah?"

"Thanks for today. Wanna do it again tomorrow?"

He smiles big. "Sure! Um — Same time and place?"

"Yeah. I'll call you." You kiss his cheek and get out of the car.

•••

Here's the first one with Brendon!! I know it's been a while but I haven't had any motivation to write.

I hope you like it!!

Part two is next!!!

Date: May 4, 2018 (Happy birthday Dallon and May The Force/Fourth Be With You!!)

Word Count: 892

Stay strong, live life, and be happy<3