Twisted and Bent [I always loved you][Brendon Urie]

I coughed nervously. “I-I uh worked for a music company.” There were two routes I could take. I could babble pointlessly, or, I could barely answer.

Babble pointlessly it is.

“It was pretty cool, I mean I got benefits and you know a four oh onek, like phoebe from friends says. Do you watch friends? I really like the old ones. I remember that my parent’s bought me a lot of em for”

He was looking at me disapointedly.

How could I keep that face sad?
He looked like a kicked puppy.

I’m weak. I couldn’t.

“I was a lyricsit, Bren. I lost my edge, so I got fired. I have enough saved but really umm, I’d be oh so bored, at home. I’m glad I took this job.”

“I’m glad you took it too.” He seemed sincere.

I questioned his motives nonetheless.

“Brendon. Is that the reason you dragged my out here.”

“No. I draggeded you out here for an entirely different reason.”

I noticed something.

Brendon has really big lips.

The said lips moved eerily closer.

Brendon was my friend yes; of that much I was sure. But was he could he possibly be any thing more?

“But then, I had to make sure you weren’t a serial killer before I did this.”

Then, his lips were agianst mine.

It was magical.

I pushed him away.

“Brendon Marie Urie.”

“Marie?” he questioned, his eyebrows arched precariously.

“I had to come up with a middle name didn’t I?”

“And the first one you could think up is a girls.”

“WELL, I don’t think you should doubt my creative skills Brenda.”

“Shut up Liam.” He bit back.

I glanced into the window. Ryan looked at me, his face way too serious and held up two fingers.

Two minutes left. You can do this Lilah.

“Brendon, I’m just trying to get my life straight again. I hate change, and I’ve switched jobs, homes, lifestyles, in two weeks. I’m not used to not doing anything.”

“Or Anyone?” He said suggestively

My eyes widened and I blushed, but didn’t really answer.

“That can be changed.” He told me the glint in his brown eyes more mischievous than ever.

Everything about Brendon called me to him. His lanky lean body, the way he was so willing to help, his laughter, and that mop of floppy brown that got into his eyes. I loved his smile, his eyebrows that were always arched precariously high, the fact that he was ever so entertaining.

I felt myself move closer.

I inched and inched.

Almost there.

“Times up lovers. Now, Do I need to call the constable?” Ryan said sticking his head through the door. He looked like a floating head.

“Course not.” Brendon said easily, not even glancing Ryan’s way.

I pecked him on the check, and whispered in his ear before I left.

“Sorry.”

I turned and made my way into the café. It might be awkward for awhile. But, I already said.

I don’t like change.

[I love this pic. Both Ry, and of course Bren look uber hot]
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