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

Chapter Fifteen!

Night had dawned upon the crew as they laugh and chat. All the burdens on their shoulders from their work were melted away - temporarily. All they thought about was having fun with one another. And that's exactly what they did.

"It's because of all the coffee." Brendon laughs as they discuss Jessabelle's lack in height. “Stop saying that! You’re such a bully.” Jessabelle pouts. Brendon slips his hand in Jessabelle’s and continues to walk. Jecilia and Ryan walked ahead of them, laughing, chatting, and flirting.

“They’re so cute.” Jessabelle says with a smile. “Yeah. The only thing is Jessie would probably be the more dominant one out of the two.” Brendon laughs. “Ryan may be small and ridiculously adorable, but he’d still be able to…”

“Stop talking about me!” Ryan yelled, looking back and glaring at the two. Brendon and Jessabelle stifle their laughs. “That boy has as good of an ear as hawks have eyes…” Jessabelle smiles. “Nice metaphor.” Brendon chuckles. Jessabelle blushes at her nerdy joke.

Brendon, Jessabelle, Jecilia, and Ryan all end up at the band’s apartment, playing a random game of Twister – decided by Ryan. The game was all tied up. No one seemed to want to give in quite yet. Laughs filled the room as they tried to maneuver around each other, making attempts to place their hands on the colors without falling.

“Jessa, right hand on green.” Jecilia states. Jessabelle reaches her arm across, placing her right hand on green, also coming face to face with Brendon’s face and Ryan’s butt. “Nice ass, Ry.” Jessabelle jokes. “Yeah, it’s those squats.” Jecilia and Ryan laugh.

“Alright. I quit. I can feel the burn in my abs.” Jecilia states as she drops to the floor. “Yeah. I don’t wanna fart in Jessabelle’s mouth, so I’ll give it up too.” Ryan says. They laugh.

Jecilia and Ryan make their way to Ryan’s room while Jessabelle and Brendon stay in their positions. “Well, this is great. Now we can play all by ourselves.” Brendon’s eye brows dance. Jessabelle laughs. “You’re such a weirdo.”  

“Belle,” Brendon starts.

“Yeah?”

“There’s always been something I want to ask you.”

“What is it, Bren?”

“I just…” he trails off. Jessabelle waits, her nerves running out. Brendon breaks his position and tackles Jessabelle. “Brendon, what are you…” her sentence was interrupted by his dark eyes, yet again drowning her in their never ending pools. He smirks. His hands slip up to her sides and his fingers start to wiggle. Jessabelle bursts into a fit of uncontrollable laughter.

“N-no, Br-Brendon. Don’t!” she cries in between laughs. Brendon laughs at her adorableness. “You’re so cute, Belle!” he yells. Jessabelle continues to squirm and make attempts to wiggle out of his grasp, but he was stronger than her. Way stronger. Her face began to darken as she laughed harder. When was the last time I’ve had this much fun…with a boy? She asks herself.

[A better kiss, a better touch]

She was beautiful. No, perfect. It all seemed so fake to him. He’d never met anyone as great as her before and he wasn’t afraid to admit it. She was amazing. Her smile, her laugh, her height. He watched her as she wriggled around on the ground, trying to escape his tickles, laughing as she did so. Her red hair flying everywhere. To him, she was the definition of precision. 

Belle lies on the floor. She’d given up trying to run away, but continued to push his hands away from her sides. But they just kept coming back. He didn’t want her laughter to stop. He wanted for it to last, but as soon as he saw how red her face had gotten, he stopped.

He stared into her icy eyes, a smile still on her face. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him down closer to her. “You are so gonna pay for tha…”

He couldn’t take it anymore. He trapped her lips in another kiss. Without any pauses for waited rejections, this time. It was pure ecstasy for him. The way his lips tingle when they met hers: nothing but bliss. He was going to miss this. For an entire month and another two weeks to follow. He was leaving for New York to work on an upcoming album with the band, he figured while playing twister would be the best time to say, but obviously it wasn’t…

He broke the kiss only to move down to her neck and collar. He bit down gently on her skin. “Brendon…” she whispers in sweetly. That only pushed him to go further. He left a trail of kisses up and down her neck. She’d grabbed his hair. He used his knee to pry her legs open so he could rest his body in between.

“Brendon!” she cried out in a less delighted way. He paused. The grip she’d had on his hair loosened. “Shit.” he muttered. He’d hurt her.

Knowing she wasn’t ready, he’d pushed it too far. He removed himself away from her and lie on her right side, turned over so he wouldn’t have to meet her sad eyes. “I’m such an idiot. I’m sorry, Belle.” he whispers. “No. It’s okay. I’m fine.” Her voice nearly cracks. He winces at the sound of that crack (in her voice). It brought pain to even him. “It’s not ok. I’m sorry. I really am. I didn’t mean to…”

“Sh, Brendon,” she says. “I’m perfectly fine, alright. Don’t be so hard on yourself.” She tells him, the crack in her voice was gone. She sounded fine, but was it all an act?

He turns around to face her. She takes his hands in hers and smiles, her red face fading back into its natural color. “I’m fine. I promise.” she tells him. He lets go of her hands and pulls her into a nearly suffocating hug. Her warm, soft skin felt great. “I’ll make it up to you…” he tells her.