Brendon opened the door and we went inside. He grabbed my hand and we went straight to his, I mean, our, room. He ran over to the bed and did a model pose. He patted the area on the bed next to him.
"Brendon," I said as I giggled hysterically.
"What? Come over here!"
I sat down beside him and we made out again. He rolled over on top of me and slid his hands under my shirt. He moved his hands to my boobs and he unhooked my bra. Were we really about to have sex? He took my shirt off and kissed my neck and chest. I took his shirt off. Soon, we were both naked.
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I jolted awake and looked at the clock. It was 11 P.M. I only had about an hour left in this fantasy. Does it really have to end? I was still in bed laying beside Brendon. I slipped out from under the covers and put my clothes back on. I heard Brendon mumble something.
"What?" I asked.
"You're fucking perfect," he said groggily.
"So are you Brendon. More perfect than you'd ever know."
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All I Want For Christmas is Brendon Urie
FanfictionAdalynne was your average Panic! At The Disco-crazed teen. She owned every single one of their albums, she had tons of band merch, and she even won a guitar autographed by Brendon Urie himself. Christmas was coming up, and Addy had everything she wa...
