I woke up to the loud sound of someone knocking on my front door. I groaned loudly as I pulled the blankets off of me. The knocking was kind of frantic and it honestly started to scare me a little. I sprinted to the door expecting to see a police officer telling me about my families death but instead I was greeted by the nervous face of the last person I expected to see. Brendon stood there with his knuckles raised to knock again. He saw me and shoved his hands in his pockets obviously embarassed. He pushed passed me without a greeting. " well come on in Brendon" I said annoyed at his rude actions. I closed the door behind him and he just stood there looking at me. "What" I said sitting down on my couch. He just continued to stare at me with a confused look on his face. "You can sit down Brendon, I'm not going to bite" I said trying to sound as nice as possible. " I dont think that's a good idea" he said looking at his feet. "Then why did you come here I'm sure it wasn't to stare at me" I said laughing. " I came here to apologize about the kiss" he said still looking down with no emotion visible on his face. "It was the only thing I could think of to calm you down, but I shouldn't have done that" he said finally looking me in my eyes. To be honest I had completely forgotten about the kiss until he reminded me. "Its no big deal brendon I know you didnt mean it" he shook his head at my response. "No, that's the thing brooke" he said finally sitting down beside me with his head hung low. "What do you mean" I asked shocked and confused at his answer. " I did mean it, I wanted to" he said as he put his head in his hands. "As soon as I walked in the record store and saw you behind the counter 1,000 feelings hit me at once and I felt my blood run cold" I sat there beside him speechless. " But Brendon you're married" I said confused and upset with his answer. He looked up and raised his voice " don't you think I know that Brooklyn that's the problem" I jumped at his sudden change in character. " Don't blame your fuck up on me Brendon it's not like I asked you to kiss me" I spat at him raising up from the couch. I opened the door and turned to look at him. "Leave" I said coldly with no emotion in my voice. He stood up in one swift moment and pushed my back against the door which closed with a loud slam. He then placed his hand on the side of my face and kissed me deeply. The familiar sparks erupted through my body. I knew this was wrong but I didn't care. I tangled my fingers in his hair and recieved a low grunt in response to my action. He grabbed my legs and placed them around his waist as I was still pressed up against the door. He broke the kiss and just stared at me out of breath. " I should go" he said between pants. He let go of my legs letting me stand again. He turned the knob and began to walk out when I grabbed his hand. He turned around and looked at me. Tears welled up in my eyes. "I'm not just your toy Brendon you dont get to fuck with my feelings when you feel like it" I yelled letting the tears fall. He pulled me towards him and looked me in my eyes. "I'm sorry brooke for everything for leaving you, for kissing you" "we both would have been better off if I had just stayed away from you" "But I had to come apologize but I see its only made things worse" " I won't bother you anymore brooke I promise" he spoke all at once not allowing me to speak. He then turned around and walked out the door closing it behind him. I sat down on the couch and replayed everything in my head again. I dont know if I still loved him but I knew one thing for certain. I was in some deep shit.
Wow that was really dramatic Haha I hope it was a decent chapter though!
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Nicotine (A Brendon Urie fanfiction)
FanficBrooklyn Myres is in love with her bestfriend, but she cant think of a way to tell him. She doesn't think he feels the same. he left to make music with his band. She hasn't seen him in 11 years. Will she see him again? Will she have a chance with hi...