.:If Love Is Not Enough To Put My Enemeies To Sleep:. [Brendon Urie] (00)

I woke up the next night at around 8 wrapped in Brendon’s arms. Startled, I tried to sit up but he was so strong that I couldn’t break free. I tried twisting my way out, but ended up falling on the floor and waking him up.

“Whatcha doing down there?” he asked smirking.

“Haha very funny,” I said sarcastically. I got up and walked out of the room and into my room to change, but not before hearing a very sarcastic “Call me” from Brendon as I shut the door.

I picked out my clothes then got dressed and walked downstairs for something to eat. I found some raw steak in the fridge so I ate one of those and felt better. I poured myself some coffee and sat down at the table to read the newspaper that was lying there. Ember came downstairs and got herself a cup of coffee also. We talked for a few minutes about lessons then I got up and went downstairs to watch some TV. Ryan already had the TV and was watching Corpse Bride.

“Oh my god!” I exclaimed, “I love that movie!” I quickly sat down next to Ryan and proceeded to watch the movie. We got to talking and I found out that Ryan was really cool. I felt like I could absolutely trust him, and tell him things that I couldn’t tell Ember.

“Ryan, I officially proclaim you my secret keeper,” I randomly announced.

“Umm, ok what do I do?” he asked confused. He played with his hair.

“I’m going to tell you stuff when I feel like talking about tit and you’re going to keep it a secret,” I said smiling.

“Ok!” he said excitedly.

We finished watching the movie and went upstairs. It was only around 10:30, so I went to my room and found a book to read. I put in a CD and started reading. A storm started outside. I was terrified of thunder, but it was only rain so I brushed it off. A couple minutes later I was curled in a ball petrified. It had started thundering and lightning and the thunder was shaking the whole house. I hated seeing the skylight up from a flash of lightning and praying that it wouldn’t hit me. I used to cower in my closet during thunderstorms before, my parents never comforted me. With another crack of thunder and a flash of lightning, the power went out. Oh crap. I took a deep breath and scrambled off my bed, tripping and tumbling on the way down and finally reaching my door. Another flash of lightning illuminated the sky and I opened the door to my room and clambered into the hallway. I didn’t want to be alone, so I ran over and threw open the door to Ember and Ryan’s room. They were downstairs and not in their room. I went back down the hallway and saw a faint light glowing from underneath his door. I opened his door to see him lighting a couple candles.

“Hey, can I stay in here, just until the storm passes,” I asked him quickly.

“Sure, I-“he was cut off by a crack of thunder. I ran across the room and jumped onto his bed, burying myself into his pillows. He laughed.

“A little afraid of thunder are we?” he observed.

“Yeah,” I squeaked out. He came over to the bed and sat by me. I peeked out of my pillow safe-haven and saw him sitting there with a concerned look on his face.

“Why are you afraid of thunder?” he asked curiously.

“I don’t know. It’s just one of those things. I guess it puts me on edge when the house shakes, it reminds me of my parents fighting...” I said quietly. There was another rumble of thunder and the next thing I knew I had jumped into his arms.

“Sorry,” I said looking up at him.

“It’s ok,” he said.

“I saw another flash of lightning and I held onto him tighter. I buried my face into his chest. I hadn’t even realized I was crying until I made a wet spot on his t-shirt. We didn’t say anything after that, just sat there in silence, me holding on tighter every time the thunder rolled, and him rubbing my back and singing softly to try and comfort me. He was pretty good. Before long I had fallen asleep.

*Brendon’s POV*