All I Want For Christmas is Brendon Urie

There's A Good Reason These Tables Are Numbered

We got in the limo. I tried to pretend this was normal. I looked around. It was so nice in here. The seats were red & plush. There was a little table back here. I think Brendon mentioned something about a mini fridge. There was even a little disco ball on the ceiling. I get it. Panic! At The DISCO. Ha. I'm so lame.
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We finally made it to the restaurant after Brendon filled me in on a bunch of jokes Dallon told him. It was a fun ride. The restaurant was some fancy Italian place that I couldn't pronounce the name of. Brendon held the door for me as we walked inside. The walls were brown and had a really cool texture to them. There was really cool modern art everywhere. The place was slightly packed.

"Ah, Brendon! Nice to see you again!" ️one of the waiters said.

"Hey, Nick!" he replied. "Could we maybe have that nice table outside?"

"Anything for you, buddy."

Nick led us through the beautiful restaurant and outside to a lovely table under a palm tree. There was a lovely view over a banister. Nick came back a few minutes later and brought us menus.

"What would you like to drink?"

"Iced tea," I said.

"Mountain Dew," Brendon said.

"Okay. I'll give you a few minutes," Nick said.

We both ordered the same thing because Brendon said it was really good. We got baked salmon with lemon juice, a side salad, rice, and a hot roll with sweet cinnamon butter. It was amazing. Brendon and I laughed and talked the entire time. I'm so lucky that I knew what he was talking about from being such a big fan. We ordered some wine after we were done eating. I'd never had wine or any form of alcohol before. I took a sip. It was amazing. I wondered if all wine tasted that good.

It wasn't very late in the day. We decided to take a walk in a park. It was really pretty. There were cherry blossom trees everywhere and children running around. Occasionally, a teenager would run up and ask for Brendon's autograph. He would smile, pull out a pen, and sign. That smile got me every time.

Eventually, we were back home. It was dark outside. Brendon led me to the door and grabbed my hands. He pushed me up against the door. He thrusted his lips against mine and we started making out. I put my hands on his shoulders and he moved his hands down to my waist. I could get used to this.