This was no accident; This was a Therapeutic Chain of Events: Brendon Urie

Chapter Thirteen!

"What the hell are you doing?!" Brendon shouts. Jessabelle didn't know who the question was directed to, so she sat silently. The boy stands up straight and pulls Jessabelle up with him. "I got a hot one, Bren!" he says. "Jeff, get the hell out," Brendon points to the door, annoyance ringing in his voice.

"Jeff" takes Jessabelle by the hips. "She's so cute, look at her." he says, slowly lifting her dress. Jessabelle pulls it down and punches him, her reflexes getting the better of her. She gasps and covers her mouth. "Damn, you're a strong ass redhead." Jeff shouts. Brendon pulls Jeff by the collar and pushes him harshly out of the room, sending him stumbling down the hall. After that little scene he checks up on Jessabelle.

"Did he hurt you?" he asks, tending to her. She tries to hide the bruises on her wrists. "N-no." she lies. "Let me see." Brendon says. He holds her hand and pulls it up, showing himself the marks. "He is so dead." Brendon growls, standing up. Jessabelle grabs his hand.

"Let him go. He's drunk and horny, like half the people here." she smiles a little. Brendon laughs. "You wanna get out of here then?" he asks. Her smile brightens as she nods. He takes her hand and leads her out of the appartment.

"I can't belive you're drinking a coffee at 12:45." Brendon laughs. "Coffee soothes me." Jessabelle pouts.

"Maybe that's why you're so short."

"That's so not funny! So what if I'm only 5'3." she mutters to herself. Brendon continues to tease her about her hieght until they were in the parking lot of Brendon's appartment buildings, sitting on the hood of his car.

Jessabelle smiles as she watches the stars above. "You're so pretty when you look up like that." Brendon states. Jessabelle looks at him and blushes, not noticing his staring before. "Brendon." she whined.

A few moments of silence passed before Jessabelle began to speak. "Bren?"

"Yeah?

"Dance with me." she states. Brendon looks at her and is caught in her eyes. "But theres no music and we're in a parking lot." he laughs. "So what. I want to dance with you. Right here. Right now." she demands. Jessabelle slides off the car and takes her phone out of her back pocket. She browses through her never ending playlist before finding the best song to suit the perfect moment.

Brendon watches her. She presses play on her phone and the song slowly comes to a start. Brendon hops off the car and stands in front of Jessabelle. She places her head on his chest and takes her hand.

I climb, I slip, I fall

Reaching for your hands

But I lay here all alone

Sweating all your blood

Brendon dwells in the good feeling that washed over him. The feeling of her body pressed up against him was nice. It was all nice. The smell of her raspberry scented hair Everything was perfect. She was perfect.

If I could find out how

To make you listen now

Because I'm starving for you here

And I, I will

Jessabelle's nose is overwhelmed by Brendon's scent. She tries to savor every second of that perfect moment. A small part of the guilt she'd felt before had been broken off, that empty spot being filled with Brendon. She could feel the same joy run through her as it ran through him. Indulging in the moment, her mind clears of only one though: Brendon.

Breath for love tomorrow

Cause there's no hope for today

Breathe for love tomorrow

Cause maybe theres another way

Brendon never would have thought the feeling he was having even existed. He smiled; maybe they were good for each other. Maybe she was just what he needed. As if she'd read his thoughts, Jessabelle looks up at him, her icey blue eyes piercing his soul and her glowing smile staining her pink lips.

Jessabelle raises her head, only to immerse in his deep brown eyes. To drown all her pain away winthin thoes eyes, to suffocate all the suffering she was going through was all she wanted to do. She wanted him, but was she ready to let go? Before she was even able to conjure an answer, Brendon's face was already dangerously close to hers. His lips brushed softly against hers. He pauses breifly, giving her time to turn him down.

She didn't.

His lips caught hers in a deep, yet sweet, gentle kiss. One of the sweetest either of them had ever had. Jessabelle thinks back. Never before had she fell this deep in a kiss. Not even with Jordan.

His lips tingled. She seemed so fragile, innocent, in his arms. He kept one hand on the small of her back, while the other crept up to toy with her red locks. Perfection... Jessabelle pressed herself against him, having to go on her tip-toes to deepen the kiss. In responce, Brendon hugs tighter.

The repeatative song blares from her phone, but they'd stopped dancing. The only thing that mattered that night was them. Nothing more, but them.