Dancing with the Devil//Brendon Urie

Fourteen

"Umm, here, I can get you some ice." He offered, putting me down on the couch in the lounge area. He jogged to the freezer and pulled an ice pack out of the freezer. He came jogging back to me, taking my heel off and placing it on my foot.

"Shawn..." I whispered. He looked at me and nodded, holding the heel of my foot in the palm of his hand. His hand was cold, which took some time to get used to. "You're putting the ice on the wrong foot."

We both laugh and Shawn gently puts my foot down, taking the heel off of the other and holding the heel of my foot in his cold palm. I flinched, but he didn't notice.

"Where does it hurt?" He started to lightly press on places of my foot until I winced loudly in pain.

"Okay, um, I guess I'll just put the ice there." He said, chuckling a little. Giggling, I nod and feel the cold ice up against my foot and I bit my lip.

"Too cold?" Shawn asks, causing me to reply with yes. Giving me his hand, I felt the temperature in it rise up.

"It should only be cold for a little while longer." My hand starts to squeeze around his, and I hear him laugh. My nose scrunches up and I bite my lip. Finally, when the cold subsides, I breathe normally and see Shawn chuckling.

"Hey, you're not the one who did it, stop judging me," I joke. His smile widens and he sits beside me, balancing the ice pack on my foot.

"When did you roll your ankle?" He asks, sighing quietly.

"Right before the concert started," I laugh at my misfortune and turn my head to see his eyes on my lips. His tongue darts out and licks his lips. I dismiss that and pull my phone out, texting Brendon.

Me: Hey boo! What are you doing? 😘

Brendon: Just working. How's your whole "meeting a celebrity and hanging out with them" dream coming along?

Me: Brendon, I don't know if I'm dreaming or not but I think I'm gonna start crying. I'm so overwhelmed!

Brendon: Aww, well that's good to hear! I'm so glad our first date brought you this much happiness!

Me: I'm so happy you came with me! I love you so much! But I have to go now! Love you! 💕 💞

Brendon: Bye! Love you too! Text me when you need a ride.

"You two are really cute together." Shawn states, flushing my cheeks.

"Thanks! It's only been a week since we've been dating..." I shrug, feeling the cold of the ice pack cause a sharp pain to run through my foot. I instinctively grab Shawn's hand and try to calm myself down.

"Do you think we could maybe take the ice pack off?" He nods and stands up, grabbing the ice pack and sitting back down. As we're sitting, I can feel Shawn shuffling around, which confuses me. I push my eyebrows together and soon feel cold consume my arm.

"Shawn!" I shout, laughing my ass off. Shawn presses the ice pack up against my arm until I rip it out of his hands, pressing it to his neck.

"Hey, you want a drink? Now that I'm actually of age to drink I thought I should bring some on tour with me." I nod and hop over to him, watching as he opens his fridge.

"Hey! Hey! What are you doing standing up?" My unbalanced self is trying to remain still, but I hold onto Shawn's shoulders for support.

"I'll just take a plain beer." He nods and hands me a beer with a bottle opener. I shake my head no and place the cap on the counter, slamming it with my palm and cracking the drink open. Shawn chuckles and walks over to me.

"Please show me how to do that! Who taught you?" My hand brushes up against his while I take his bottle out of his hand, placing it correctly against the counter top.

"Brendon taught me, now slam!" I order, watching as he slams his palm down on the drink. The cap comes off with a satisfying "tss" and we both laugh. I start to fall forward, but Shawn's hands wrap around my waist. I look back at him and smile.

"You want to try and give walking a chance?" I nod and step on my left foot, quickly stepping to use my right foot. This process continues until Shawn and I end up at the couch. My breath is a little unstable from all the energy of walking on a hurt foot. Shawn smiled at me though, proud of what I did.

"So, do you usually do this?" My question throws him off guard and he furrowed his brows.

"Do what?" He replies, taking a sip of his beer. I roll my eyes playfully and slap his chest, not expecting it to be as hard as it was. My eyes widen for a second but they go back to normal.

"Oh, you are so oblivious! Do you randomly invite fans to your tour bus, give them tickets to your shows and pull them up on stage all in the same day?" Thinking, Shawn shakes his head no and cackles.

"I'm the oblivious one! You didn't know I'd pull you up on stage after asking you what your favourite song is!" He jokes, causing me to snort accidentally.

"Just answer my question." My head rests peacefully on the couch as I face Shawn. He shakes his head no and rolls his eyes.

"Obviously not," We both giggle and I sigh.

"Then why me?" This one catches him off guard, causing him to take another swig of his beer.

"You just reacted differently. The way we met was different compared to other fans. And I feel a friendly connection with you." I nod and smile, wrapping my arms around his chest.

"Well, I hope to become closer friends with you!"