Together Again / Brendon Urie

17. Adler

I bite my lip anxiously and stare at my reflection. "It's just dinner," I say to my reflection. "And sex," I say quieter and my cheeks flame. "Oh my God, I can't even say the word." I cover my face briefly before looking at my outfit again. I chose a dress and wedges, light make up and my hair in a braid. "I need pants."

After changing four times I'm finally content with my outfit of capris and a pink button up shirt with the sleeves rolled up to my elbows, but now I'm late. I shoot Brendon a quick text and lock up my apartment before heading out. The drive over is quiet, no radio, just me and my thoughts. Very sexual thoughts honestly, by the time I arrive I am so sexually frustrated and turned on at the mere thought of just having sex with Brendon Urie. I walk up to his townhome and knock quietly. I hear music inside and some scrambling before he opens the door.

My god.

He's just wearing a simple black t shirt, black jeans and his hair has no product in it as it sticks up and over his forehead away from his glasses. I gape at him before shaking my head briefly and smiling. He's laughing, "should I change?" He laughs again and I blush. "N-no, I'm glad I didn't dress up." Or down, considering I had a dress on. "Well, come in. Dinner is almost done. Beer?" He asks as he strides away to his kitchen. I've been here before but never past the front door. I place my jacket and purse on a nearby chair and walk tentatively towards the kitchen where he left to. I turn a corner and see him sucking his finger. Lord help me. "You're going to love my balsamic vinaigrette. I make it myself." He explains the finger tasting and smiles. "I do listen sometimes." He's referring to my telling him of my favorite salad dressing but also my favorite marinade. I smile back at his thoughtfulness and look around his kitchen. It's actually pretty put together. "Your kitchen is beautiful." I compliment and finger the cookbooks sitting patiently on a shelf waiting to be read. "I tried to keep it the same when Sarah organized it, but some things got moved and I can't remember where they went originally." He explains and and turns off the oven. "What's for dinner?" I ask, changing the topic. "Pizza," he explains and I scoff a little. "Before you say anything, its handmade pizza with the vinaigrette dip for your crust. "I'm sorry what?" I ask because ew.  Dipping crust in balsamic vinaigrette? "Trust me," he states and I shake my head.

"I don't think I will ever again." I laugh at him and he joins in. "I know it sounds gross but I actually really love it, I got high one time and didn't have ranch to dip in but I had balsamic. It changed my life." He explains holding his chest as he places the pizza down on a cutting board. He takes the mit off his hand and searches for the pizza cutter. "I will admit, it will be a first for me." He finds the pizza cutter and cuts it professionally into perfect slices. "What else can you do?" I ask teasing his skills of pizza cutting. "I can play piano, guitar and sing." He answers quickly and I gape at him. "Ok, now that begs for a conversation."

We laugh and eat at his dining room table. The pizza is delicious and he was right about the balsamic, life changing for sure. Brendon sips his beer and laughs. "I didn't want to learn like everyone else, it was boring so my mom would play songs by Billy Joel or Frank Sinatra that caught my attention and I learned to play from sound not by reading." He tells me stories of his childhood, growing up with four siblings and being the youngest. "I use to be in a band," He drinks a couple swallows of his beer and rubs his belly, full from the pizza. "Really? That's awesome. Why did you stop?" He smiles, sipping beer and looking off into the distance. "Well, honestly Sarah. We could have made an album and toured a bit but when Sarah got sick I just left and never went back. They completely understand but I always wonder what could have came about from it, ya know?" Brendon explains with brief sadness and it makes me think it was something he truly enjoyed and yet it's another item packed away in his closet of skeletons to not be touched anytime soon or at all.