Staring Contest- a Beebo fanfic

The Question

Key:

y/e/c = your eye colour

Brendon's Perspective 

I was sat on the leather stool, waiting for the people coming to the VIP. For some reason I couldn't get that girl out of my head. The girl that I winked at in the crowd with the beautiful y/e/c eyes and the y/h/l hair. I was very happy when she walked into the VIP room, brushing a stand of hair behind her ear.

"Hey there." I smirked at her, making her blush madly.

"Uh... h-hi..." She stuttered back.

"You got something on your cheeks there, love." I pointed out, referring to her bright red blush spread across her face.

She looked embarrassed. Shit... maybe I shouldn't of said that.

"Anyway... hello VIPs! My name is Brendon (as you know) and I'm going to be having a little private conversation with you all today!" I said loudly so everybody could hear.

Y/n's Perspective

There is no way in hell that he just called me "love". 

But he did! What is HAPPENING?

We all sat in the seats in front of him and started asking questions. I was sat next to a tall lady with black glasses and bright green hair. She reminds me of the drum sticks that guy brought for his kid the other day.

"What made you want to start music?" She asked.

Wow... original... I thought to myself.

"Uh... I don't really know, I always used to play instruments, especially drums when I was a kid, and I think it all started from there. Next question?" He replied.

*time skip* 

Many many questions were asked that night, but my heart stopped when a girl behind me asked in the most annoying, high pitched voice:

"Would you ever date a fan?" 

But it was what Brendon replied with that made me die (figuratively, not literally):

"Um... this is an awkward question... so um... there is a fan that I do find very attractive and yes, I would definitely date her... she was actually at this show!" 

He looked at me and smirked again.

What. The. Fuck.

Did Brendon Urie just... wha... I.... sorry WHAT?

The people started swarming him with questions like:

"WHAT DOES SHE LOOK LIKE?"

"HAVE YOU MET HER?"

"IS IT ME? PLEASE LET IT BE ME!" 

It was then when Brendon spoke up.

"AYE! Everyone shut it!" He yelled.

The whole room was silent.

"Maybe we should start taking these photos aye?" He laughed.

Everyone stood up and ran to where the photos were being taken.

Except me.

I stood back and walked to the back of the line.

I could hear people crying as Brendon wrapped his arm around them and hugged them, saying fair well.

Sure, I was excited to meet him, he's my fucking celebrity crush for god sake, but I knew I wasn't going to cry when I saw him.

One more person and it was my turn. I felt the butterflies in my stomach fly around and around. Dang I was exited to meet him.

It was finally my turn to have my photo taken.

"Omg hey!" Brendon said with a huge grin planted on his face.

"Hello!" I kindly said back.

"Ready for the photo? Want me to do any special poses? You're the last person so we can do whatever you like!" He giggled.

"Just a smile and maybe a piece sign?" I asked.

"Sure thing!" He said, snaking his arm around my waist, making my butterflies go wild.

After the photo I said thank you and started to walk away when I felt someone grab my wrist and pull me back.

The person came into view.

Brendon?

"I couldn't keep my eyes off of you today. You're absolutely stunning, love..." he slipped a piece of paper into my hand. "Call me." He whispered before walking away.

I'm sorry... WHAT?