Staring Contest- a Beebo fanfic

Packing for Tour

Y/n's Perspective 

I woke up in the strong arms of Brendon, who was still fast asleep. I took the chance to take in all of his features again. He looked so different in person, but in a good way. He didn't have all of his makeup on, and he wasn't photoshopped, although I personally thought he didn't need either of them. He was so perfect.

I rolled my head off of his chest, which woke him up.

"Fuck. W-what time is it? Oh! Hello love! Did you have a good sleep?" He asked in a (very hot) groggy morning voice. 

"It's only 9:00 baby, I had a very nice sleep thank you." I giggled at the fact that "fuck" was the first thing he said when he woke up.

"You hungry? I can make scrambled eggs if you'd like?" I asked drawing circles on his chest with my finger.

"Can I help? Can't have my love making breakfast by herself now can I?" He chuckled.

"There's not much to help with, but if it pleases you, then of course you can." I rolled my eyes as he practically leaped out of bed and ran into the kitchen.

I walked into the kitchen calmly to see that Brendon had already gotten out all of the ingredients we needed, looking extremely chuffed with himself for doing it so quickly.

I cracked the eggs into the bowl and started whisking them. When I started grating the cheese, I felt two strong arms wrap around my waist, slowly rocking me side to side.

"You haven't even gotten ready for the day yet and you already look beautiful." Brendon whispered into my ear, a hint of seduction in his voice.

I blushed and put the eggs in the mircrowave.

*time skip brought to you by "I'd get close the god damn door right across my ass"*

"Ready to start packing for tour?" Brendon asked.

I immediately felt butterflies in my stomach. Some of fear, some of excitement.

"Uh... yeah!" I stuttered.

"You aren't having second thoughts are you y/n?" He worriedly asked.

"What? No! I'm just kinda terrified, you know?"

"I understand, you haven't met the rest of the band yet, and let me guess... you're scared the fans won't like you?" 

"Exactly. I know they're going to hate me, Brendon..."

"Don't you dare say that." He said, putting his hand on my cheek. "You are beautiful, funny and caring. Trust me... they're gonna love you, y/n."

I smiled slightly as he embraced me in a warm hug, kissing the top of my head.

"Let's go pack, shall we?" He asked, stroking my hair.

I nodded and dragged him into my room, pulling my suitcase out from under the bed.

It took us about 2 hours to get everything ready, since we were just messing around half the time, throwing toothpaste at each other and flicking each other with water.

I packed pretty much ALL of my clothes, only leaving a few out.

"Jeez do you really need all those clothes?" Brendon laughed, picking up my suitcase and putting it next to the door.

"Well, what else am I supposed to wear? Huh?" I laughed, flicking him in the arm.

"Nothing..." he winked and smirked.

"BRENDON!" I yelled, leaping on him, making him fall backwards onto the couch.

We both laughed like maniacs until we were lying on the floor.

"Wow..." I said, out of breath.

"That was eventful." Brendon giggled.

"Come on, let's watch movies and relax. I can make popcorn."