Complications(Adopted by Brendon Urie)

26. "Pumpkin Pie Motherfucker"

I swear this is relevant later in the chapter

We stared into each other's eyes for a couple of seconds before I hesitantly turned around to walk in silence once again. A strange thing happened whenever I was around Loch, I would get a weird fuzzy feeling in my stomach that I'd never felt with anyone else, not even Ash, but it made me actually happy and smile nonetheless. When we reached the front door to my house I unlocked it and opened it for him.
"Ladies first..." I smirked.
"I am shook." He placed a hand on his chest in fake shock
"Tu es secoué." I tried to make him confused by speaking french.
"Oui, je suis très secoué." He winked and I gave him a look of shock.
"Parle vous français?" I asked him with genuine interest.
"Oui garçoooooooon." I cracked up laughing.
"Urgh, tu es étrange." I shook my head when I composed myself.
"Oui, mais tu es bizarres." He raised an eyebrow.
"Vrai, vrai..." I looked down at my feet.
"Messieurs d'abord." He moved me aside so he could hold the door and smirked.
"Oh fuck you..." I groaned.
"Honey, I think that's what you want to do to me." He somehow smirked more and I gave up, walking through the door.

"What are you meant to say when someone holds open a door for you?" He asked as he closed the door.
"Pumpkin pie motherfucker." I let my bag drop on the floor next to the door before walking towards the couch.
"I don't think that's what it is!" He came up behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist. I froze for a second before relaxing into him slightly.
"Well what is it then?" I asked in a sarcastic tone.
"You know..."
"Nah I don't..." I turned my head a tiny bit and tried to walk away from him, but he didn't let me go and tightened his grip on me. "Can I sit down? My leg is hurting..." I gave him puppy eyes, trying to get him to give up.
"Okay... But next time you have to say thanks or else I will keep you in an eternal bear hug." He let me go and I limped to the couch.
"Agreed." I said as I collapsed onto the cushions, spreading my body along the whole couch. He walked over to me and crossed his arms over his chest.
"Move." He raised an eyebrow.
"Nah..." I sunk into the couch, smirking slightly. He started pushing me off of the couch and I screamed at him to stop. "LOCH STOP THIS IS HOW I RE-BROKE MY LEG!" I clawed at his arms and he stopped.
"I'll continue if you don't move." He stood up straight and gave me a look.
"Urgh, fine..." I sighed and sat up, allowing him to sit next to me.

"What do we do now?" I asked after he sat down.
"We could watch T.V or something, it's your house..." He chuckled and I blushed slightly.
"I could show you my room and my instruments and that stuff..." I shrugged and he nodded, standing up. "Help!" I extended my arms to him, he took his hands in mine before pulling me up. I thanked him and walked to my room, stopping outside of the partially opened door. "This is one of the few times my room is actually clean..."
"Don't worry, mine is currently in absolute mayhem." He chuckled and I giggled slightly.
"If Sarah didn't force me to clean the other day you probably wouldn't be able to walk in there." I opened the door to reveal my somewhat tidy room.
"Who's this?" He walked to my bed where my cat was sitting, glaring at him.
"June, she might me a bit angry, just let her sniff your hand so she doesn't bite your face off." He sat down on the bed and did exactly what I said, within moments June was relaxed again, she even let him pat her.
"She's cute..." He smiled as she rolled over on the bed and I nodded, walking to the two of them. "... But she's not as cute as you..." He smirked up at me and I playfully hit him.
"No, she's way cuter than me..." I looked down at her small body, which was now stretching out across my blankets.
"I beg to differ..." He scratched her belly and she attacked him. "Jeez, bipolar much?" We both laughed while she gave us 'the look'.
"You should see me high, man am I weird." We started laughing again.

We decided that we could do some drawing together, but because Loch left his bag at school I let him borrow a sketchbook and some of my drawing stuff.
"So what type of art do you do?" I asked as I looked at a reference picture on my iPad.
"I mainly do a mixture of cartoon and realism, the walls of my room are covered in sketches of random things." He said as he found a picture on his phone to look at.
"Sick." I nodded, smiling at him.
"As frick." He smiled up at me and I shook my head. "What type of drawing do you do?"
"Mainly the type of drawings you saw when I showed you my book that one time."
"So cartoon and realism like me?" He tilted his head and I nodded. "Sick."
"As frick." We both giggled. "Oh god this is going to get old so fast..." I groaned and he chuckled.
"Yes, yes it is." He nodded his head and we both started on our pieces.