We Were Holding Hands [01]-Brendon Urie

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Holly sat alone at the kitchen table eating a bowl of cereal. Her mind kept drifiting to Brendon, no matter how hard she tried not to. Lately, he was all she would think about. He was so annoying, perverted, childish. There was no way she could possibly like him. Ever. So why did she keep thinking about him? Why was her mind torturing her like this? Could it be how he seemed to make her laugh even when she did not want to? Or his gorgeous guys and kissable lips? Or his carefree personality? Who knows. All Holly knew was that she was always thinking about him, at every hour of the day.
ding dong The doorbell rang. Holly took one last bite of her cereal and put it in the sink as she walked to the front door. She opened the door and was pleasanlty surprised to see Brendon standing there.
"Hey, Holls!" He grinned as he entered her house.
"Hey, Brendon," she said as she closed the door and followed Brendon into the kitchen. She started washing her bowl and spoon out while Brendon stood next to her.
"Oh, she washed dished too? Kinky," Brendon commented and wiggled his eyebrows. Despite her brain telling her not to laugh, her laugh box must have had a mind of its own since it giggled. Oh shit, Holly thought, I just giggled. She tried to quickly recover.
"So, what's up? What are you doing here?" she asked.
"Well, I thought you couldn't live without seeing my sexy self. So I decided to do you a favor and drop by." Again, Holly could not help but to laugh.
"Thanks for saving me out of the kindness of you heart, Brendon."
"No problem," he smiled as he wrapped his arm over Holly's shoulder. "So, what do ya wanna do?" Holly just shrugged.
"I don't know. I just moved here, remember?"
"Haha, oh yea! Ok well do you just wanna chill? And then I have band practice later so you can come if you want to," Brendon offered.
"Yea, that'd be really cool. Thanks," Holly accepted and Brendon grinned.
"Alright, well my parents aren't home and I wanna show you something!" Brendon said as he grabbed Holly's hand and pulled her out the door, over to his house, and up to his room.
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Holly entered Brendon's room and looked around. The walls were painted a dark blue which was the complete opposite of Brendon's peppy personality. There were posters of musicians and bands crookedly placed all over the walls. There was an acoustic guitar set up in the corner and an electris guitar plugged into a small amp lying on the floor. There were clothes, their cleanliness was a mystery, haphazardly stewn across the room and sheets of music in more organized piles laying by the guitars. His bed was against the wall, right below the window just like Holly's. It was unmade. His curtains were half open, half closed. Holly peeked out the open portion and saw her window. She smiled, then was tackled to his bed.
"Holly...whatever your last name is...I have kidnapped you to be my sex slave," Brendon said. Holly laughed.
"Well, I'd be a pretty lazy slave considering I won't do anything," Holly rebuttled.
"Oh, then I'll just have to tickle you!" Brendon exclaimed and laughed evily. Then he got to wrok tickeling Holly.
"Brendon, no! Please-stop!" Holly laughed out. Surprisingly, Brendon stopped without making her say anything like last time.
"Fine, fine. I wanted to show you something anyway," he said, sitting back in his legs. Holly sat up and leaned against the wall as Brendon reached over and picked up his acoustic guitar. Then he began to strum away. Holly quickly recognized the song Brendon was playing. It was Wonderwall by Oasis, the same song that she had fallen asleep to last night. Brendon began singing and his angelic voice captivated Holly. She could not help but to stare at his face as he sang, and his figners as he played. He looked so at peace when he played, like that was what he was meant to be doing. The song ended and Brendon looked up at Holly reluctantly. What if she thought he was totally horrible?
But he was taken aback when he saw Holly silently crying. Her face was red and tears escaped her eyes and poured down her cheeks. Brendon knew he wasn't amazing, but he didn't know he was that bad. He put his guitar down and gently enveloped her into a hug. Holly wrapped her hands around Brendon and laid her head on his shoulder, trying to stiffle her crying. She took a deep breath and whiffed a slight scent of cologne. That made her cry even harder. Brendon gently rocked Holly and whispered,"Shh," into her ear as he rubbed her back.
Finally Holly's tears stopped and Brendon pulled away from her and looked at her eyes. He brushed the last falling tears with his thumbs and smiled sympathetically.
"I'm sorry, Brendon. I didn't mean to cry."
"It's ok. I mean, I knew I wasn't good, but jeeze..." he teased. Holly smiled.
"No, you were amazing. That's what made me cry. It was really sweet and no one has ever done something like that for me. So I was just...happy. I mean, I know you for less than 24 hours and we already have a song," Holly confessed. Brendon smiled and kissed Holly's forhead.
"Well, you deserve for people to write songs for you, not just sing them." Holly smiled. "Ok, we gotta leave if we don't want Ryan, Spencer, and Brent yelling at us." With that, he grabbed Holly's hand again and led her down the steps to his car.
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"Brendon, what the fuck? 10 minues late again!" Ryan yelled but then stopped when he saw Holly. He broke out into a smile. "Hey, Holly." Holly smiled in response. Spencer nodded his head in a hello and Holly waved.
"Brent, this is Holly," Brendon introduced. "She's my new neighbor and a pretty cool cookie. Holly, this is our bassist extrodinaire." Then Brendon whispered into Holly's ear, "Without the extrodinaire." Holly laughed. "Alright girls, let's get this party started!"Brendon yelled as he pointed towards a chair for her to sit in and ran to the microphone. "Good evening ladies and gentlemen! We're Panic At The Disco and we will be rocking your world tonight!" He shoudted into the microphone and then the whole band immediatley broke into song.
Holly sat back, not really knowing what to expect. But her ears were happy at the sound and she found herself tapping along to the beat. She loved seeing Brendon when he was singing or playing guitar. He seemed like he was floating about the world, in his own zone. He was the happiest Holly had seen him when he was doing something musical.
When the "concert" ended [after all, Panic only had 3 completed songs] Holly jumped out of her chair and clapped as Brendon bowed.
"Thank you, thank you very much! To express your appreciation to the band for the amazng music we produce, drop by backstage to give the lead singer some good jobs. Preferably, blow ones!"Brendon said into the microphone and Holly shook her head and laughed. Brendon picked up a water bottle and downed it in one sip. Then he walked over to Holly. "So, what'd you think?"
"It was completely and uderly.....amazing!" Brendon smiled and hugged Holly. She had to admit, she felt safe and warm in Brendon's embraces.She did not want to let go; she wanted to stay in his arms forever.
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