Brendon Urie X Reader ~ The Hero and The Victim

Fun and Old Enemies

I simply stared at the woman with long, black wavy hair, blue eyes, slightly pale skin, super model body, and a sneer.

"S-Sarah," Brendon stuttered, finally breaking the silence.

"Sarah," I whispered, "I-I swear it-it's n-n-not what y-yo-you think. I-I'm just a-a fr-friend of his. I... I was in... in need of so help, and he saved me."

"Slut, don't try to save him," she said; her piercing blue eyes caught me more off guard. "Look, just so you know he is mine, and I have come to talk to him."

I looked down at the ground, feeling worried. The world around me started appearing fuzzy. I decided to sit down right there, so I wouldn't fall. Apparently, this caught Brendon's attention. "Shit, (y/n/n), are you okay?" He asked picking me up and setting me down on the couch.

"What the hell, Brend-"

"Sarah," Brendon looked at her with a vicious look on his face. "She isn't a slut. It's exactly as she said. She has a medical problem at the moment, and it causes her to faint or lose control of her muscles. Right now I don't have the energy to deal with whatever the fuck you have to say. You can come back when you can be polite to (y/n), but until then, get the fuck out of my apartment!" He was pissed and was dragging her out the door.

"Ugh, whatever, this isn't over Brendon, and that slut needs to be gone if you ever want me back," she said jerking her arm free of his grasp, going to the door on her own.

"Sarah, I don't want you back if you're going to act like that. If you ever want me back, fix your fucking attitude," he slammed the door in her face and was walking back furiously to the couch. I sat there trying to calm myself down feeling awful for being the cause of Sarah not taking him back. I looked at him and saw anger across his tan, five o' clock shadowed face, but sadness was held in his melting chocolate eyes.

"I-I'm sorry, Brendon," I whispered feeling my eyes start to tear up. I looked down at the floor feeling my body start becoming heavier.

He gave a deep sigh before he spoke. "(Y/n/n) it's honestly not your fault. She shouldn't have reacted that way to you. Like I said, if they don't accept you, then they obviously don't love me," the last part come out in a whisper.

I sat there letting everything sink in when another knock resounded through the silence. Brendon checked his phone and put on a smile. Jumping off the back of the couch, he ran to the door. "Dudes, it's about fucking time you got here!"

"Sorry," I heard an unfamiliar masculine voice say, "but we didn't know what the girl would want. We kind of got one of everything off the menu."

"Really, you could have just fucking texted to ask, and I could have asked her for you."

"See, Dumb ass, I told you that was an option!" Another voice came from the door along with footsteps heading for the table. I couldn't lift my head to see, but I knew it was his band mates.

"So where is this cute girl, anyways, or did you lie to us just so we would by you food?"

"She's on the couch. Sarah came by and caused her to have one of those episodes, so she can't move at the moment," I heard Brendon say with sadness.

"Ouch we're sorry," I heard a someone pat what I guessed was Brendon's back, plastic shifting and footsteps heading my way. I had finally calmed down enough to sit up, and I saw two guys halfway to the couch just stop while Brendon continued his way over carrying a Taco Bell bag.

One was had a slightly rounder face, shoulder length brown hair and grayish blue eyes. It was Spencer Smith.

The other had brown hair similar to Brendon's, bluish green eyes, slim, and a giant smile, Dallon Weeks.