Hey Moon, Don't You Go Down (Brendon Urie FanFic)

Sugarcane In the Easy Morning

MOON'S POV

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 For the past couple days, Brendon and I have been laying around at my house being lazy. We haven't gone anywhere or done anything really. Tristan left yesterday to head back to St. Louis, which is good I guess. We have no hard feeling and we both think going seperate ways is the best thing to do.

Brendon and I are currently watching South Park reruns and eating Nutella sandwhiches.

"I'm going to go take a shower... I'll be back," I said while getting off Brendon's lap. I felt so gross. I guess it's because I haven't done anything for a while.

I got upstairs and closed the bathroom door behind me. I plugged in my Ipod to the speakers and went to my Panic! playlist. I let the water heat up will I stripped from my sweatpants and old t-shirt.

I turned around and looked at myself in the mirror. Since when have I gotten so fat? I need to lay off of the food. I stepped on the scale and feared for the worst. 114 pounds. Oh god, that's a lot. Like a whole lot. Shit shit shit shit shit. Brendon probably thinks I'm some fatass. God damnit.

I stepped in the shower and turned the heat up till it was burning my skin. Brendon's voice was singing through the speakers and it made me feel so much better. His voice is just so perfect. It's like he's having sex with your ears. I wonder how creeped out he'd get if someone told him that... probably a lot. I would get creeped out, that's just weird. I hope he doesn't think it's weird that I play Panic!'s music all the time. I'm probably one of their biggest fans. I'm surprised he actually talks to me and shit, even though he know's I'm a fan. Maybe he doesn't think I'm that big of a fan or something. Well, I better not show him my Tumblr. He'd never talk to me again.

 Time to Dance started playing from my Ipod and I sang along. Then, I heard another voice singing along. Brendon's. He's singing along to his own song... that's not weird at all.

 The song ended and it was silent.

 "Why were you singing along to your own song, Brendon?" I asked him while smiling to myself.

 "Why were you playing my music while you're taking a shower?" he asked with a laugh. Oh god, this is embarassing.

 "Hey! I asked you a question first, answer it!" I said while laughing. Score. He's probably more embarrassed than I am.

"I, er, thought you wouldn't hear me over the music and your singing.... now answer my question!"

"I'm, er, a fangirl..." I said quietly, hoping he wouldn't hear me.

"You're a what? I couldn't hear you," he said while laughing his ass off. I'll get him back.

"Can we continue this conversation after I'm out of the shower?" I asked him. This is getting real awkward.

"Hurry up! You were taking to long... I'm bored."

"I'm getting out... hold on..."

I turned the water off and wrapped a towel around my body and dried off. I shut the music off and opened the door to find Brendon sitting on the floor next to it.

"So... how long have you been sitting there, Mr. Urie?" I asked while stepping around him to get to my closet.

"Um, since about 10 minutes after you got in the shower... why do girls take such long showers? It's unnessisary..." he trailed off, still sitting on the floor.

"Because thinking takes place in the shower... and singing. Lot's of singing," I said while putting on a bra and a pair of underwear.

"Well, you can always sing when you're out of the shower too... but anyway, we should get out of the house... do you wanna maybe, I don't know, go to a carnival?" he asked. I poked my head out of the closet to see him laying on the floor, staring at the ceiling. I walked out, still in underwear and bra, and stood next to him.

"Hmm... I don-" I was cut off from my sentence when he pulled me down by legs. I sat down on his chest, legs on either side of him.

"Are you sure about that answer? Because if you say no, I'm going to tickle you. And we both know how much you like being tickled..." he said with a smile. Oh no... I can not stand being tickled. I hate it so much.

I sat there and just looked at him. Oh my gosh, he's so gorgeous. He's so perfect and cute and how the hell does he like me. Brendon flipped us over so he was hovering over me.

"Okay, fine. I'll go. But only if you promise you won't make fun of me on the rollor coasters," I said. I scream like a baby on them. It's not really embarrassing but I can see Brendon making fun of me for it.

"Deal," he said while leaning down and leaving a kiss on my nose. He pulled away and looked me in the eyes, like he was searching for something. I leaned up and kissed him on the lips. He pulled away and smiled at me.

"Brenny... I kinda have to get dressed you know.... I can't go in underwear and a bra and no makeup and my hair crazy...." I said while trying to squirm out of his grasp. He grabbed my hands and held them above my head, making it even harder. He was laughing at my failed attempt to escape.

"I think you look beautiful without make up too, you know..."

 "Well I don't..." I said, avoiding his gaze. How the hell does he even think I'm attractive? I'm fat...

 "Moon, you're the most gorgeous girl I have ever laid my eyes on. You can not sit there and tell me you don't think you're beautiful," he said while cupping my face in his hands, making me look him in the eyes. God, his eyes are like made of melted chocolate or something. They're so brown...

 "Brendon, you can not sit there and tell me I'm beautiful when I just weighed myself and it said 114. I'm fat," I said. I just want to go curl up in a ball in my bed and cry now. I can't believe I just told him how fat I am. I could feel my eyes stinging with tears and my throat starting to tighten.

"What? Are you even serious right now? You're like a twig, Moon. You need to eat. You're almost to the point where I'm going to get worried if you're okay...." he said.

"Brendon, can you get off me?" I asked him quietly. He leaned down and kissed away a couple tears that I had let slip.

 "Please believe me, sweetie..." he said, then leaned down and kissed my forehead. I felt myself relax a little and then sigh.

"I can't. You don't understand...."

"You're right. I don't understand, but I promise you I'm going to help you get better," he told me.

"Thank you, Brenny," I said, letting a small smile slip.

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Does this chapter deserve a comment or vote? What do you guys think of the story? It's been kinda hard for me to update this, but now I know where I'm going with the story it will be easier and I'll update more. So, I hope everyone has a lovely day or night.. goodbye :3