You're a worker at a guitar shop, not too special, but unique in your own ways. Brendon on the other hand is famous, hot and doesn't even know you exist.
But what happens when you buy VIP tickets to a Panic! At The Disco concert and get to meet Bren...
"Y/N WAKE UP! IT'S OUR 1 MONTH ANNIVERSARY! WAKE UP!" Brendon screamed happily.
I rubbed my eyes tiredly and sat up, throwing my arms around Brendon and pulling him down so he was lying next to me.
"Happy anniversary, baby." I smiled.
"Happy Anniversary, my love." He kissed my nose and jumped off the bed.
"Time for presents." He said exitedly.
I heard him rummaging around in his suitcase, pulling out multiple items and putting them in a shiny gold bag. 1 month already? I thought to myself. I couldn't believe it, this month has been the best of my life. I feel safe with Brendon, he takes care of me and I take care of him. He's always there for me if I ever need to talk and I genuinely love him. I've never met such a caring man who wants to see me succeed in life, who wants to be with me through thick and thin.
"Here you go, sugar pop." He said, handing me the gold bag.
"Naw thank you, Beebo. But you really didn't have to. Also, did you just call me sugar pop? Isn't that what that guy calls his girlfriend in Pulp Fiction?" I laughed.
"Yes I did, and... yeah... I did. Not gonna call you that again, it's abit of a weird name..."
I nodded in agreement and pulled a gift out of the bag. It was a fair sized box, about the same size as an iPhone. I unwrapped it to find a purple velvet box. Opening it, it revealed a gold necklace with a golden heart pendant on it. I held the heart delicately in my hand, it had something ingraved in it.
Brendon + Y/n
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I looked up at Brendon who had a massive grin stuck to his face.
"T-this is amazing, Brendon... I love it so much. Can you help me put it on?"
"Of course I can." He smiled.
He turned me around and took the chain from my hands. I felt the cold metal on my neck, and I felt him fiddle around with the clasp for a second.
"There you go! I'm glad you like it... I was so worried you wouldn't..." he said nervously.
"Brendon I love it! I'll never take it off!" I said, jumping into his arms.
*time skip*
I finished opening up the presents that Brendon had bought me. He got me things like a Palaye Royale hoodie, a GhostFace mask with his signature knife to go along with it (plastic, of course.) and a small handful of other things.
"Thank you so much, babe! I love all of it!" I giggled, giving him a short, sweet kiss on the lips.
"Now! You can have your presents now!" I said, running to my suitcase and pulling out a big bag of stuff.
He smiled as I handed him the bag. He pulled out presents like a Gucci hat, a Frank Sinatra CD and a little Pansexual Pride Flag. But it was one present I really wanted him to see; a photo album of all of our photos together. From our photo at the meet and greet, to our first date, to photos that Nicole had taken of us kissing at the end of every concert.
"Oof. One last present!" He said, pulling out the album that was wrapped with a bright gold wrapper.
I was so excited for him to see this. He took off the wrapping paper and looked at the cover. It read:
Y/n and Brendon, A Simple Love Story
He looked at me and smiled the smile I fell in love with.
"Open it, then!" I laughed.
He carefully looked through the pages, looking at all the photos of us and reading all the sappy movie and song quotes I had put in there.
I saw a tear run down his cheek.
"Aw, baby! Why are you crying?" I giggled.
He closed the book and choked out a laugh. He leaned forward and pulled me into a hug.
"I just love you so much, y/n. What did I ever do to deserve you?" I practically heard him smile.
"I love you too, Brendon. And I ask myself the same question everyday, but about you. What did I do to deserve you?" I stroked my hand down his back.
We stayed hugging on the bed for what seemed like hours, but really was only a few minutes.
"Cmon, we should get ready for the show tonight." Brendon whispered, kissing me in the head quickly before hoping off the bed.
