You are really stupid if you are still reading about my life story. Well, carry on. I had no idea that I would even come back. After leaving for England, and working there. I come back home, working for my dad's band as their photographer which unfolds into drama. How will Dallon control this? And most importantly, how will I control all of this? [I swear to Lord, I suck at description]

Breanna Elizabeth Urie spent most of her life getting asked, "Hey are you somehow related to that famous artist Brendon Urie?" and answering "I'm Brendon Urie's daughter." It gets tiring at times- but being his daughter... no, never. In fact it's the best thing. Her dad would always sing to her when she can't sleep, when she's feeling ill, or when she's stressed. His voice calms her down. He's literally the best dad anyone could ask for. He lets her do whatever she wants (sometimes to her mom's displeasure) and gives her anything she asks for. But she's not spoiled, no. Being spoiled is different. Of course she's got her limits. Like dating. She understands why, though. Besides, she's not into boys. And then, of course, she meets a boy. Brendon quite literally becomes a protective mama bear, nearly taking Sarah's place as the fussy mom and the mother hen.

{Completed} - I smiled at him, taking the hand from my knee and intertwining our fingers together, silencing his bouncing leg. "So far this night has turned out quite cliché hasn't it?" I spoke as he grinned sheepishly and gazed down at our hands. "A girl and a boy sneak out together, expecting to explore the city. The girl," I motioned to myself, "is approached by an overly confident guy who gets beaten to the ground by the seemingly smaller boy," I motioned to Brendon who frowned slightly, "who she then develops feelings for at the sight of his strength." "And here we are," he smirked, lifting up our intertwined fingers. "Yes, and are you going to tell me where we are going now?" He grinned widely as his eyes moved past mine out of the bus window. He slid his fingers out of my grasp to point at a large flickering sign that read, House of Memories, in an intensely fluorescent blue. (I promise this is more of a band fic than a story about high school lol, in other words, I like to think it gets better as the story progresses so, pls bare with me)

*completed* "Do you know what I thought the first time I met you?" Brendon asks me a few minutes later. "Hmm?" I mumble, my head still against his arm. "I thought, 'Great, this girl is probably going to be unbearably annoying and end up falling for me.'" I shoot my head up and look at him defensively. "That's not what I was expecting to hear," I say poutily. He laughs and puts his arm around my waist. "You know what the funny part is?" he asks again. I look at him, signifying that I want him to continue. "The funny part is, I think I ended up falling for you first." In which Ashley O'Brien is sent away from her home to live with her father's god parents and a teenaged boy named Brendon.

Finn texts a girl he finds attractive, but what he doesn't know, is that they will be together until the end of time. There for each other and their friends She will get to know him better than he knows himself. What happens next? You'll have to find out.