(18 yrs old moving into dorms with your best friend for uni. Dallon and Brendon helping you.)
Y/F/N= your friend's name
Y/F= your friend.
You: *trying to lift a heavy box*
Y/F/N, a little help here
Brendon: oh I've got it.
*lifts box and almost drops it*
Y/F: *tries to contain laughter*
You: you sure? I can take the other side...
Brendon: *lifts up the box again, face going slightly red*
no no I'm fine, really. Easy peasy. *waits till you are no longer paying attention to him and looks at Dallon, mouthing: dude I need help.*
Dallon: *loudly* you need some help?
Brendon: haha no, of course not. *checks to see if you're looking before turning back to Dallon and nodding vigorously*
Dallon: *catches on* okay. *takes the other side of the box*
Brendon: *sighs in relief*
Y/F: um, Dallon?
Dallon: *lets go of box immediately* coming!
Brendon: *almost drops the box but you rescue it*
You: you sure you don't need some help?
Brendon: *embarassed* okay, I do. *mumbles* So much for impressing you.
You: What did you say?
Brendon: oh, nothing.
You: *smiling to yourself because you actually heard it.*
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Brendon Urie Imagines
FanfictionExactly what the title says. Comment requests, if you want:)) NO hate to any girlfriends/wives that I don't include in this book.
