Brendon Urie Imagines

Naïve

AN

finally an update.
This imagine is inspired by Naive by The Kooks (Love this song so much) but it's not exactly the story of the song. So if some lyrics don't add up to the song, that's why. Enjoy.

Your first thought when you read the email with the subject 'high school reunion' was 'no'. There was no was you were going to that thing. Even the thought of seeing Brendon's face brought back memories you'd spent the past two years trying to bury. So you ignored the email and got on with your day. But no matter how hard you tried, you couldn't stop thinking about it, which meant you couldn't stop thinking about Brendon, either.

•••two years ago•••

"He's hitting on you. He's always hitting on you. He's freaking in love with you and I'm sick of putting up with it." Brendon stood in front of you, pacing back and forth. "So either you tell him to back the hell off, or I will."

You crossed your legs on the sofa chair, itching to bite your nail. Your friend Aidan had been staying with you, since he lived in a different city(/state) and had flown out to visit. Brendon wasn't too happy with this idea in the first place, since he's never liked Aidan. You tucked your hands under your legs. "Babe, calm down. I've told you already. Aidan's my best friend. We grew up together, so obviously we're pretty close. But that's it."

Brendon did anything but calm down. "There's a difference between close and inappropriate. Best friends are close. Aidan is inappropriate."

"Aidan is not inappropriate! Look, it's sweet that you're jealous but there's nothing to worry about."

"Trust me, I don't enjoy being the 'jealous boyfriend'. But he literally had his hand on your leg. And that's only what he did today. Do you expect me to just ignore it?"

"I spilled my water! He was helping me!"

"Y/N, I get it. He's your best friend. But I'm your boyfriend, and I'm telling you he's hitting on you. So who's side are you on?"

"Brendon... stop. You're overreacting." You tried not to sound guilty but you did.

"You're so naive," Brendon said. "I'm going out for a while."

"But Aidan's coming back with lunch any minute now—"

The door opened, and Aidan came in with shopping bags. "Hey. I'm back."

"Speak of the devil," Brendon muttered, and headed towards the door. He grabbed his jacket and his keys before walking past Aidan and closing the door.

"What was that about?" Aidan asked, putting his shopping bags on the counter.

"I don't wanna talk about it right now. Let's just have lunch," You replied, standing up to help Aidan. He didn't ask any questions. You made noodles and ate them in front of the TV. They tasted really good, but you didn't enjoy the meal. After lunch, Aidan asked again.

"You wanna talk about it now?"

You hesitated, deciding not to tell Aidan exactly what Brendon had said. "We just had a fight. I think he wants some space."

A look flashed through Aidan's eyes. "You're fighting a lot these days."

"I guess, maybe."