Trading Mistakes (A Brendon Urie FanFic)

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

We spent all of the next day packing up the stuff that I was taking.

"We finally get to get out of this mad house tomorrow. I'm really sorry I brought you here, I wasn't thinking when I offered, apparently," I sighed, tossing a pair of shoes into a box.

"It's fine, neither of us really knew how they'd react," he said.

"So, um, I've been thinking a lot about things, and I'm a little worried about something. . . ." I sighed, sitting on the edge of my bed.

"And what is it?" he asked, sitting next to me. Could I tell him the truth? I looked into his eyes and studied them. He seemed slightly worried. I looked back down at my lap and made up my mind.

"What if your parents don't like me?" I asked. Brendon laughed and pulled me into him.

"I'm sure they'll love you, and honestly, what does it matter? People think what people think," he said. I nodded and looked down. I really wanted to tell him, but I had no proof and I wasn't too sure myself. Plus, I wanted to be able to tell him in privacy, and that something my house lacked.

"If you say so," I said and got up. We finished and I went and found my mom.

"Ma, I packed up what I'm taking back to L.A. with me, can you get it shipped over there in like five days, please?"

"Yeah, fine," she muttered. I rolled my eyes and walked back to Brendon.

"So, Mom agreed, which means we're in the clear to see your parents without fifteen boxes in the backseat," I said.

"Is something still bothering you," he asked.

"No," I lied, "why do you ask?"

"Because you just seem more awkward."

"Well, I mean, I guess there is something, but it's stupid. For all I know it's nothing. You've got nothing to worry about, though." I assured him. He smiled and kissed my temple.

"Alright, so, what time do we leave in the morning?"

"When we're ready. It doesn't really matter," I said.

"Sounds good," he said.

"We should go get something to eat; I know this great vegetarian place. It's like a ten minute drive." I said.

"We can, or we can stay here a little while longer, then go out," he said, his voice husky and hinting.

"That could work," I giggled, moving over to him.

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I ran my fingers through my hair, working to tame that knots that were trying to form. I moved closer to Brendon and laid my head on his shoulder and kissed his neck.

"Why are all your shirts so God damn comfortable? Seriously, I'm jealous," I smiled. Brendon laughed and ruffled my hair, "Hey! It's already tangled enough!" I whined and pouted, making him laugh harder.

"I'm gonna get a quick shower and do my hair. I'll go as fast as I can," I said, going into the bathroom and turning the shower on, letting the water get warm and taking off Brendon's shirt. I stepped in and drenched myself.

Half way through I caught myself singing the end of I Write Sins Not Tragedies at an extremely loud volume. I shrugged and merged into Trade Mistakes and then C'mon and got out, hearing Brendon laughing hysterically through the thin walls. I dried off and blow dried my hair while the straightener heated up. I straightened it and pinned my bangs back before touching up my make-up. I left the bathroom and Brendon was still fighting laughter.