I miss you

I wrote this story to hand in to my fiction writing class (which I then realized I already had two other stories written about Brendon in my folder! My muse much? Anyway, the assignment last class was to rewrite something we thought we could do better on and since I had just written this one and sort of rushed it together, I decided to take another stab at it and this is what we have! Enjoy...again. And tbh, I think it could use even more details and tweaking but...we'll see what happens.

When the Moon fell in love with the Sun

Then he fell in love
And he didn't know how
But he couldn't get out

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Aly’s heart was racing in her chest as she hurried down the late night sidewalk, street lights blurring and the sounds of the suburban neighborhood rushing passed her ears. She was trailing her purse out behind her,…

AN: I guess you can consider this a Brendon one shot, but really, i just used his name and his resemblance, the story is totally fictional and came out of nowhere. Enjoy.

 

When the Moon fell in love with the Sun

Then he fell in love
And he didn't know how
But he couldn't get out

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Her heart was racing in her chest as she hurried down the sidewalk, trailing her purse out behind her, having it over her shoulder would be too inconvenient. He was only here for a few days and she needed to see him. The thought of holding him again was making her very soul swell.

She knew what she meant to him, and normally that would bother her, but in the case of this man, it was of none of her concern. Her heart was racing faster still, the memories flashing through her mind were merely making her footsteps…

So, I guess this is just a side effect of looking at pictures of Brendon Urie for the past hour on DeviantArt, but I was just wondering...

why do some guys never turn away from that ONE type of girl? Like, has he ever dated a girl who wasn't considered "scene queen-ish"? That obviously hasn't been working out for the dude, so like, try a new route? Like, maybe a nice girl who shops at Anthropologie or something.

And then i thought to myself, why do I even care? I shouldn't.

and with that in mind: I feel another Brendon fic coming on *mumbles rudely*

Through the Fire and Flames Part 2 and final

She woke up a few hours later, startled by the silence and she tried to sit up, feeling the entire room spin. Realizing she was naked, she looked over at the body curled up behind her on the couch and felt bile rise up in her throat. Brendon?

Shit.

Grabbing a sheet that was laying over her and wrapping it around her body, she slowly began to stumble around the hotel suite, being careful not to step on whoever was laying around passed out on the floor, she peered in every bedroom and on every couch. She didn’t find who she was looking for down stairs, so she made her way back to the stairwell, carefully climbing the steps, holding onto the railing for dear life. She got up the stairs and peaked in every bedroom again, until she got to the…

Something about this picture is oddly touching. Maybe it's the doe eyed look on Brendon's face? Or the fact that he looks so thrilled by being in Pete's arms ;)

Through the fire and flames: A Brendon Urie one shot.

AN: Oh boy, damn it. Brendon Urie + hate sex= read at your own risk!

 

Brendon didn’t really care tonight…he just didn’t. MTV had screwed him over and this party was so out of control. He was at the point where he wanted to see if it was true: What happened in Vegas…

He had such a crush on her since the day he met her three years ago. She loathed him, and that was part of what had him so infatuated. Tonight was so out of hand, he decided to put caution to the wind and see what could happen. She was sitting at the bar, talking to Gabe, who kept sitting shots down in front of her.

“No, no way, come on man! I can’t do anymore!” she cried, laying her head down on the bar. Gabe smiled as he…

Now, let's see if I ever get around to actually updating this one ;)
credit to *Pirate-Queen at Deviant Art for letting me use her picture as Addison

Thanks, Christine
Read at your own risk
and if you are easily offended over
Ryan Ross
and
Pete Wentz
slash
don't even bother!

is a sign of the times, boys!
yes, i too wish you would stop playing this song
yes, i too am sick of this song
this calls for a "my name is" boycott!

uuuuuuhhhhhh, what?
boys, we need to have a SERIOUS discussion.