Crowded ~ b.u

Six

*Trigger warning?

Rayna's POV

We arrived at the cafe next to the bookstore that I work in. "How do you know about this place?" Brendon said as we slowly approached the menu board. I felt awkward, he was so successful and famous, he went on tours, released amazing music. He had to have his hood up and sunglasses on to avoid press, fans and paparazzi, and I was just a mere citizen who worked in a bookstore in the city of Los Angeles. "I work in the bookstore next door." I mumbled. "Really? That's so cool. I love books." He said, looking in to my eyes. I could tell he really did think it was a cool job, which made me feel less self conscious next to him. I smiled and looked back at the menu board.

I decided to get a chicken parmesan panini, and Brendon got a spinach and feta quiche. We waited patiently for our food to be delivered to our table. "So, I have an odd feeling like you weren't born in Los Angeles." He said, making small talk. I nodded. "I was born in Arizona, but we moved to California when I was 5. I haven't been back much since then, considering I have no reason to go back now that my parents are gone." I informed him. "Oh, I'm so sorry for your loss." He said, his eyebrows knotted together. I smiled and held his hand across the table. "Brendon, it's okay. That was 11 years ago. It was horrible, and it still is, but it'll be fine. Don't be sorry." I said, and let go on his hand. I rested my hand back down on the table and he leaned forward and grabbed it, rubbing his thumb over mine. This small gesture gave me butterflies and I had to tell myself that he only saw me as a friend. "I know it's hard to lose someone. I'm here for you, no matter how long ago it was." He said quietly, looking down. I smiled and whispered a thank you, just as our food came along.

"We should get going. Is there anything you want to do now, or do you want me to drop you home?" Brendon said, standing up from the table. I stood up and pondered on the thought of going to a park or going shopping, but decided against it. "Are you doing anything for the rest of the day?" I asked him, slinging my handbag over my shoulder. He thought about it for a second and shook his head. "Well... I, um, maybe, if you wanted to, you could come to Priya's for a bit? Or we could go to my house, but I don't know if you're down for either considering we don't know each other very well and I'm just a f-" He cut me off. "Rayna, you're cute when you ramble. Of course we can go back to Priya's." He said, smiling. Internally, I was dying. He called me cute! I blushed a bit, and we got in the car, heading back to Priya's house.

Rayna: PRIYA you have TEN minutes to make sure the house is presentable!! Brendon is coming over!!

Priya: Wow third base already, dayum girl good on ya.

Rayna: Less texting more cleaning!

We arrived at the house 10 minutes later. I unlocked the door to let Brendon inside first. "Ladies first." He said with a smirk. "Wow, you truely are a gentleman!" I said cheekily, and walked inside, followed by him. I shut the door and showed him to the living room. It was tidy- props to Priya. "Pree! We're home!" I called out, and she came around the corner a few seconds later. "Hey!" She exclaimed, walking in to the lounge. "Hey Priya." Brendon smiled and gave her a hug. "What do you wanna do? Watch Netflix or eat food or just scroll through twitter or something?" I asked Brendon, and he smiled. "Netflix sounds good right now." He said, taking off his sunglasses and putting them on the bench. I nodded my head in approval and walked to Priya's room, grabbing a few blankets, pillows, and silently freaking out. Brendon Urie is in my house. Well, Priya's house, but I basically live here half the time.

I walk back to the lounge to find Priya loading Netflix up and Brendon typing the WiFi code in to his phone. I smiled and threw pillows and blankets at the both of them. "You're welcome. Anyone want any drinks, snacks?" I ask. I heard muffled shouts of approval and I laughed, walking to the kitchen. I watched Brendon from afar over the kitchen island while I put crisps in to bowls. He really was perfect. I sat on the two-seater next to Brendon, and Priya sat on the single chair with a foot rest. Priya put on Lights Out, a horror movie. I know she did that just so I can cuddle up to Brendon. I love horror movies, but it doesn't mean I'm not scared of them. I glared at Priya and she gave me the wiggly eyebrows. I smiled and poked my tongue out at her as I got comfortable.

Halfway through the movie, I noticed that somehow, me and Brendon managed to get closer. Our arms were pressed against each other. Unexpectedly, there was a jump scare and I squealed and hid under the covers. He laughed at me and pulled me in to his side. My heart was racing- from his actions or from the jump scare, we'll never know. I looked over to Priya to see her reaction, but of course, she was on her phone, scrolling on twitter or something. I snuggled in to Brendon a little more, his arm over my shoulders. I loved this, probably more than I should. But I am just a fan. I'd never mean anything to him...

By the time the movie had finished, it was 5pm and we were all starting to get hungry. "I'm thinking of ordering pizza. Brendon, would you like to stay for dinner?" Priya asked. I looked up at him hopefully and he looked between me and Priya. He shrugged. "Why not? I'll pay for the pizza though." We refused and argued, and eventually we won. Priya and I split the cost, and the pizza was delivered safely within 45 minutes. We put on another horror movie (thanks Priya), and ate in silence. I started feeling sick a little bit through. This always happened whenever I ate pizza, so I put it on the bench, and told Brendon and Priya I was going to the bathroom. I sat on the floor and threw up the pizza. I hated this. Fast food always made me sick. I leaned my head on the wall and started sobbing. I used to have bulimia, and throwing up always reminded me of that time in my life. "Rayna? Rayna are you in there? Wait, are you crying? What's wrong? I'm coming in." I heard Brendon's worried voice on the other side of the door. Shit, I must have been gone too long. I forgot to lock the door too, fuck. He gently opened the door and rushed to me, while I was crying on the floor. He held me in his arms, despite the fact that I smelt like vomit. "What's wrong Rayna? You didn't force yourself to throw up did you?" I shook my head, and choked out some sobs, looking down and letting my hair cover my ugly crying face. By this time, Priya had heard everything and she ran over. "Oh god, Ray. I shouldn't have ordered pizza, shit. I am so sorry, I completely forgot. She can't eat fast food without throwing up." She explained to Brendon. He nodded and continued to look worried. I sniffled. "You're probably wondering why I'm crying then?" I asked, while half-heartedly laughing. "Well, when I was younger I had bulimia, and all my grandparents would give me was fast food for dinner, and I'd throw it up because it was so many unnecessary calories. Hence why I automatically throw up whenever I eat it." I explained. He left out a soft, quiet "oh", and enveloped me in to a hug. This man will be the death of me, I swear.

A/N: haha this is crap lol I SAY THAT AT THE END OF EVERY CHAPTER lmao.. but yeah u may notice things are starting to become THINGS between b & r (; lol.. I have high hopes (lol) for this story, and I plan for it to be long and detailed! Hope y'all like it. Love you lots,

Amber xox.