•a smoke• -a Brendon Urie fanfic

chapter 2

*The next morning*

I woke up with a horrible hangover and good God did it hurt. "Ah Jesus fuck, did we drink t-" I stopped talking when I looked around the room that consisted of: beer bottles, blunts, and weed everywhere on the ground. "Great" I mumbled. But not to mention that I was on top on Brendon. Soon he woke up and groggily smiled at me and said "Morning sweetheart." I cringed at the nickname and started to get off of him.

"What? Just going to ignore me all day?" Brendon spoke. I still didn't say anything and walked over the kitchen to find something to drink or medicine to try to get rid of this shitty migraine. Soon I found some Advil and water, then I felt oddly familiar arms go around  my waist. "Ignoring me isn't gonna help you baby-girl." Feeling Brendon's lips brush against my ear. I still cringed at the nicknames he's been giving me but whatever. I took the medicine and turned around to face the man that I've only known for two days. "Sorry I had woken up with a really bad hangover, and didn't feel like talking." I said getting out of his grip and putting the glass up that I used.

"Oh, sorry I didn't think you drunk that much last night." Brendon finally said. "Don't be sorry it was my fault for being dumb and drinking to much, hey speaking off last night what did we do?" I said. He started telling me that we went to a bar after we got high off our asses, and then we went to a liquor store and bought lots and I mean lots off alcohol. Hm that explains the beer bottles everywhere. After he explained about the events that happend the night before, I started to pick up all the trash and got my things together. Brendon was in the shower so I decided to leave, and I left my phone number on his dresser. 'Wait wtf y/n why'd you leave your phone number at a complete strangers house?' oh well, he wasn't a bad guy but I don't that. What If he is a psychopath just playing nice and then soon kill me? No y/n what are you thinking, Jesus.

*time skip to when you're at your house brought to you by memes*

I arrived at my house once I pulled in my drive-way, got out my car, unlocked my house to get in, and walk up to my bedroom. I threw my stuff to the side and threw myself face-forward onto my bed. I sighed and sat up to get my phone off my dresser where I put it and checked my social media then I got a text from a unknown number. "uh." I opened the message and read it.

(the bold letters are you and regular letters are unknown/brendon)

Sooo you left your number here ey? And left?

Yeah I figure we have no way to contact each other again, sorry about leaving,I have to work soon so I needed to get ready 

Oh, it's okay. Hey do u want to meet up some time tomorrow? Like a date?

Yeah, sure what time do u wanna meet up I don't have work so anytime will work

Is 2:15 okay?

Yee i'll see you tomorrow ig (I guess)

Sooooo what do you guys think so far? I'm sorry I haven't posted in like a month, I ha lots of school stress and stuff, but now school is out and I will try to make sure I update every week. bye chidlers -3-