All I Want For Christmas is Brendon Urie

New Perspective

The next morning, I opened my eyes and looked around. This wasn't my room. Where was I? I got up and looked out the window. I saw palm trees and large buildings. Where was I and how did I get here?

"Sarah, you're back early?" he asked.
"I thought you weren't coming back until Christmas morning."

I started to turn around. "Sarah? Who's S--"

Brendon Urie stood before me. In a towel. Oh my god. I stood there with my mouth hanging open.

"Sarah, are you okay?" he asked.

"Um...yeah. I need to use the bathroom," I said.

"Uh..ok?"

I ran to the bathroom and looked in the mirror. I didn't understand. I looked like myself. I felt like myself. I turned the faucet on. I closed my eyes and splashed some cold water on my face. When I looked up and opened my eyes, someone was standing behind me and staring at me through the mirror. I almost screamed like a terrified little girl, but the person put his hand over my mouth before I could. He turned me around to face him. It was Ryan Ross.

"If I take my hand off your mouth, you can't scream and you have to listen to me," he whispered. I nodded. He took his hand off my mouth.

"What are you doing here?" I demanded in a whisper.

"Listen. I--"

"You aren't even part of the band anymore! When was the last time you even talked to Brendon? What happened to Ryden--"

He put his hand over my mouth again. "Ok. I'll just have to explain this with my hand on your mouth I guess. Just listen." He started talking, but I wasn't really listening. I was focusing too much on the fact that he was wearing some weird fedora. It was pink and sparkly.

"Could you repeat that?" I asked.

"Ugh. Ok. LISTEN CLOSELY. So you know that little Christmas request you had? Apparently now Brendon thinks you're Sarah, it's the day of Christmas Eve again, and Sarah's going to be back tomorrow morning and Brendon won't know who she is unless you do as I say. You have until 11:59 tonight to enjoy your little Christmas present, but things need to be back to normal by midnight. I'll be back then to make things normal again. For now, don't make him suspect that you're actually NOT Sarah. Keep that man-child happy. He deserves it. Also, DON'T DIE. That would cause a lot of trouble for way too many people. I have other things to do, so I'll see you at midnight.

And with that, *poof* ! He was gone. All that was left was a little bit of pink glitter in the shower drain.