Dancing with the Devil//Brendon Urie

Eight

(Random note but just wanted you guys to know that this book was inspired by a shit load of Shawn Mendes songs, so there might be a few references. [Shawns songs are bops!])

Being pulled away from Brendon like that felt like someone ripping duct tape off of your leg. He was still standing up, hawk eyeing Joe. He pulled me to a tree and glared at me.

"So you're not in love with him, but you're out in the park with him?! You're... you're wearing his sweater. You've got your head on his shoulder! You're screwing with me!" He was the angriest I had ever seen him. I whimpered and wrapped my arms around myself. Then I secretly crossed my fingers.

"I'm not with Brendon! How many times do I have to tell you!" I yelled, pushing him off of me.

"You're lying to me! I can see it! Your fingers are crossed." He pointed to my crossed fingers. I groaned and shook my head no.

"I did not cheat! Get that through your f**king head!" He came closer to me, causing me to shrink in fright.

"We're over, I can't trust you!" He spat, walking away. My legs wobbled and I slowly walked away from him, my rage bursting out of me.

"I kissed Brendon this morning and it was ten million times better than all of our time of being together!" I shouted. Joe turned back and ran at me, his fist cocked and his eyes full of fury. I screamed, feeling two hand wrap around my waist, pushing me out of the way and hearing a heart sickening sound. The sound of skin to skin contact. I opened my eyes and saw Joe on the ground and Brendon towering his wincing body.

"Don't ever disrespect a woman like that ever again." Joe groaned and held on to his jaw.

"Piece of shit!" He yelled, but I don't know who it was directed to. Brendon helped me up, and all I could do was stare at him with my mouth slightly open. He grabbed my hand with his bloodied one and pulled me up.

"C'mon, let's go home." It's Asia I we're gonna say something, but I was left speechless our entire walk. Brendon tried to keep a conversation, but I was always reply with a blank, innocent look, my lips always parted.

"Faelecia, please, don't be mad..." he sighed. My head fell onto his shoulder and I closed my eyes for a quick second. When I reopened them, they were weld with tears. I blinked rapidly, trying to contain them, which worked successfully.

"You know that I could treat you better than he ever could." Brendon said, his hand wrapped around my waist. My gaze fell upon his bloody knuckles, which I grabbed on to and examined.

"Was that a Shawn Mendes reference?" I asked, causing him to chuckle.

"I saw the poster in your room, great musician." Brendon stated, rubbing my arm. I yawned and nuzzled my face in his arm.

"Sing me a Shawn song?" He nodded and thought.

"I only know one, but here we go." As the lights illuminated the sidewalk on our way back to the apartment, I heard his soft, velvety voice start to sing.

"I saw you on a Sunday, in a café, and all you did was look my way. And my heart started to race, and my hands started to shake. I heard you asked about me through a friend, and my adrenaline kicked in. 'Cause I've been asking 'bout you too. Now we're out here in this room. I get a little bit Nervous, around you. Get a little bit stressed out, when I think about you. Get a little excited, baby, when I think about you, ooh."

The way he sang sent butterflies swarming through my stomach. He had a perfect voice. It was beautiful that I almost cried. The song was perfect and his voice just added to that.

"Wow, you have a perfect voice. Why didn't you tell me you could sing?" I questioned, toying with the string of the hoodie. Brendon pulled open the doors to the apartment complex and led us into the elevator.

"I don't know, I never really thought of it as something important. It doesn't run in my daily routine or anything." He shrugged, pressing the sixth floor button. I rolled my eyes playfully and turned to face him.

"Yeah, but it's still one of your special talents. Being able to sing like a god! I don't really have a talent... I write but that's it." I said, shyly looking away from his eyes. He hummed in response and smiled.

"Writing? Like nerd style or creative style?" He mocked, causing me to giggle.

"You're a nerd!" I fired back softly, playfully hitting his chest. The doors opened and we walked into our room.

"It's creative writing, like story writing. But I'm very embarrassed when it comes to them, so no reading." I warned. He stuck his bottom lip out and removed his overcoat, placing it on the coat rack. I kept his sweater on and grabbed his bloody fist gently, dragging him into the kitchen.

"Get on the counter." I ordered, pointing to where I was sitting this morning. I reached in the cabinet for a first aid kit and once in my hand, I turned around to see his legs dangling off of the counter. I opened up the box and sighed. I turned on the sink and wet a rag, smoothly rubbing it on his knuckles. His arm tensed up a little, but his face remained the same.

"Does it hurt?" I questioned, looking into those chocolate brown eyes. He shook his head no, causing his hair to bounce around. I cracked a grin at that and continued to rub until the blood was gone. I threw the rag in the garbage and grabbed some Polysporin. The gel smeared onto my finger as I rubbed that into Brendon's skin, hearing him grunt with relief. Then came out the mesh bandage, which I wrapped around the knuckle and taped.

"And, you're done!" I cheered, watching as he hopped off the counter. He stood in front of me, staring into my eyes and smirking. His hands wrapped around the small of my back as he pulled me closer, leaning in. My eyes closed and my lips found his in a deep, loving kiss. This is something that I will never get tired of, ever. Every kiss was different. Either deep, raw, passionate or hard. We both latched off at the same time and he pulled me into his chest for a hug. His chin rested atop my head as we swayed back and forth for what felt like the longest time. But there was no place I'd rather be, then in the embrace of Brendon.