Brendon Urie Imagines

Remote control

AN

before you read and think 'this is so weird': this isn't a normal imagine, meaning it doesn't have the usual ending and writing style, but I had an idea and wanted to try it out even though it could be really crappy.

there will be four parts following this one, but I might post some normal imagines in between, I'm not sure yet.

ok, that's all. Enjoy!

Remote

He's standing under an unlit street light. His eyebrows are creased in concentration. He's looking for a girl. Now he's walking, past shiny cars and flashing lights, through crowds of people with faces that look happy, sad, tired and neutral; though none of these faces would mean anything to you compared to his.

Suddenly, you see him. Dark hair. Dark coloured eyes. Bright, bright smile.

You press pause.

The shiny cars halt, the lights stop flashing, and the crowds of people with faces that look happy sad, tired and neutral begin to blur and fade. All you see is him. All you've ever seen is him.

Now you're walking forward, ignoring all the 'danger' and 'keep out' signs. Someone blocks your view. You struggle to find your way through the suffocating swarm of people. Then you reach an opening. There. You see it all, crystal clear. Dark hair. Dark coloured eyes. Bright, bright smile. He's smiling at...

Her. She has light hair, light coloured eyes, dark, dark nails. Nails connected to fingers. Fingers interlocked with his. He's still as beautiful as ever, and so is she.

You press play.

Finally, you allow yourself to lose sight of him. You lost the rest of him a long time ago. Now you're wishing your brain had a fast-forward button. But not as much as you wish you could press rewind.