Dancing with the Devil//Brendon Urie

One

"Looking for a new roommate! Apartment on 282nd Grasswood! No smokers or potheads allowed! Call for more information." I looked proudly at my apartment ad in the paper. I was so excited! I wasn't expecting any calls, maybe one or two. It's not like anyone, who would need a home, would read the paper.

I sat down in my bed and just closed my eyes, relaxing silently. Soon there may not be any peace and quiet.

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"Hello, darling!" I turned around to meet face with a very handsome man.

"Do I know you?" I asked. He chuckled and walked closer to me, leaning up against the wall with a hand in his jean pocket. He smirked and tucked a piece of hair behind my hair.

"I don't know, do you?" He questioned. He had beautiful chocolate brown eyes with lips so plump they seemed enhanced, almost. I felt my cheeks burn while he chuckled at my awkwardness.

"You're pretty cute, I gotta admit." His hand travelled down my arm, until it reached my hand. He pulled it up, pressing a soft kiss to it.

"May I get your name, sir?" I asked. He nodded, smiling.

"Of course, it's Br-"

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Dring! Dring! Dring!

I jumped from my dream and looked at my phone. An unknown number was calling.

"Hello?" I asked groggily.

"Hello!" The man on the other line was very preppy. I liked that.

"How may I help you?" I asked, getting up and stretching.

"Well, I saw your ad in the newspaper about apartments. I was hoping that you'd interview me to see if I can live there. I recently just got kicked out of my own apartment. They went co-op." He sighed. I could feel his tension on the other line.

"Well, I'd love to interview you. When would you be able to come for an interview and a tour of the apartment?" I questioned.

"Whenever you're free. I have all the time in the world." He stated. That surprised me.

"Well, you can come over now. The room is on the sixth floor and room twenty one." I informed.

"Alright, I'll be there in around ten minutes, bye!" He was so enthusiastic and happy.

"Bye!" I replied. I quickly tossed my phone on my bed and ran to the bathroom. I fixed the makeup which had smudged while I was sleeping. I fixed my eyebrows and added some more mascara. Then I sprayed perfume, fluffed my hair up and brushed my teeth. I played music and went into the kitchen, looking for a can of Perrier. I don't know why I'm trying my best to look good for this man. I don't know him. For all I know, he could be ugly and have the worst personality ever. But if he is a stunning gentleman, it'll be worth it, having our first impression be almost perfect.

After a few minutes of talking to myself and mentally preparing for this encounter, I heard someone knock on my door. I ran to the door and opened it, smiling at the man who I had previously spoke to in the phone.

"Oh my..." I mumbled.