If It Kills Me 》Andrew Siwicki x OC x Brendon Urie

EIGHTEEN; tour bus

"Fuck!" I sighed as I set my phone back on the kitchen counter. I took a drink of the tequila I had and dropped my head into my hands, looking at the comment one more time.

"Hayley?" Brendon peeked around to corner from the living room and walked over, allowing me to notice he had no shirt on. "What's wrong?"

"Ugh, it's just Andrew," I ran my hand through my hair as Brendon wrapped his arm around my waist and looked at Andrew's comment. "He commented that you're a bitch boy on that picture of you I posted yesterday."

"Hayley, he's just being a jealous dick. Don't let him get to you," Brendon wrapped his other arm around my stomach and pulled me into a hug. "Besides, if he gets anywhere near you, I'll kick his ass."

I giggled at Brendon's ass-kicking comment. He lifted me up and slung me over his shoulder. "Hey! Dammit Brenny, put me down." He ignored me and walked outside. "Brenny, please. No! Don't throw me in the pool!"

He pulled me off his shoulder and held me over the pool, ready to throw me in. "Bringing back my middle school nickname? Now you're really gonna get it."

"Brendon, please no!" He threw me in regardless of my pleas, but I held onto his arm just tight enough to take him down with me. I quickly got to the top and raced to the edge. "Shit! Its so cold!" I tried climbing out, but Brendon grabbed my waist and pulled me back in. "Brendon, what are you-"

He cut me off with a passionate kiss. I kissed him back after a moment of surprise, and when we pulled away, I raised my eyebrow at him. "I love you."

"I love you too, but what was that for?" I shivered from the ice cold pool water.

"Here lets get out of the pool first," Brendon climbed out first, then helped me out. My tank top and shorts were soaked, but luckily we had a towel rack outside, so Brendon tossed one to me. "I probably won't be here for a while, and I'm gonna miss you."

"Wh-, oh wait. You have your Pray For The Wicked tour coming up, don't you?" I asked.

"Yeah. I'm gonna be gone for about 2 months, but if you want, I can sneak you some passes and you can join the tour," Brendon said with a wink and a smile.

"Really? You'd do that for me?"

"Hells yeah, I would. You could join us on the tour bus, maybe sing a few songs with us because I know I'm not the only one with a wide vocal range."

"I would love to. When does the tour start?" I asked.

"Next week."

> 1 week later >

"Ready to go, babe?" Brendon asked, reaching for my free hand, the other holding my suitcase. I took his hand and smiled.

"I'm ready to go! Get me out of my mind! Get me out of my mind!" I sang, making Brendon laugh as we climbed onto the tour bus.

"Hey Dallon," Brendon greeted.

"Hey Brendon.... And Hayley. Joining us for the tour?" Dallon asked.

"Yes I am. Brendon invited me," I smiled again. "That's okay with you, isn't it?"

"100 percent. Keeps Andrew off your back, right?" I remember telling Dallon all about the Andrew situation while we hung out last week. He and I are great friends now, and Brendon was glad we got along.

"Yeah. Also, cam so just say, this is a nice ass tour bus." I commented, seeing the kitchen, couch, tv, bathroom and bunk beds. When I saw the bedroom, I ran inside and three my stuff on a top bunk. "Dibs on the top right!"

"Damn, I wanted the top bunk. And Dallon stole the other one." Brendon made a fake sad face and threw his stuff on the bottom bed underneath mine.

The bus began moving, and the tour began.