❌ Devil's Weakness|| B.U. ❌ {EDITING}

A Very Eventful Day

   After a chaotic start to the morning, the car ride was quite relaxing. I had cuddled up to him and he put his arm around me.
   I had no idea where we were going, but as long as I was with him I didn't care.
   I didn't see him as a fangirl would. I did the first few minutes of us meeting backstage but the second he sat next to me on that table I saw him as a normal person. Though when he kissed me I felt like I was a little girl and he was a little boy, in a little world that was our very own.
   We pulled up to a small store downtown. It was a clothing store.
   The store was covered from floor to celling in clothes and accessories. There was steampunk, gothic, and I even saw a section dedicated to colorful shiny blazers.
   I turned to him. "You and your reputation again." he raised an eyebrow then saw the blazers, and smiled, a guilty smile.
   "They must have known I was coming again." he placed his hand in mine, and took me to the front desk. There was a man standing behind it.
   "Brendon! Haven't seen you in while." he said with a huge smile. "And who's this? Is she going to be in a music video?"
   Brendon looked at me. "Yeah. It's in the planning phase." I laughed a little at the lie he just blatantly told.
   "Well I could see why they chose her. Pretty one, she is." he said.
   I blushed. Meanwhile though Brendon had a flash of emotion on his face, but I couldn't quite make out what it was for it was gone as quickly as it came and was replaced with a smile.
   "So what'll be?" he sounded like a showman.
   "Well for the music video we were thinking to make her have a blazer like me, but I thought since we're here we could look at it all. Ya know look through memory lane."
   "'Memory lane'? What do you mean?" I asked.
   "Didn't he tell you?" The man, asked looking to me.
   "No, I haven't had the chance." Brendon said for me.
   "Why? What's to tell?" I asked.
   "I used to help Brendon here out with his wardrobes back when he first started. Now I sell outfits like his to fans near and far. Oh and of course some of my own creations. And you know those signature blazers of his?"
   I nodded.
   "I'm the one who sells them to him. We came up with the idea together."
   After that I tried on an assortment of clothes that had been based off one's from music videos, pictures, and even some interviews.
   Then after getting through all the eras I can think of, I saw a familiar dress.
   It was the one I had worn in my dream the night before. It even had the hair piece next to it. It was just as beautiful as I remember it in my dream.
   Brendon seemed to have noticed how I eyed the dress because he smiled at me, almost like he knew.
   "I see you like one of my latest creations. I just put that up today." The man said walking up alongside Brendon.
   "It's beautiful, dream-like even." I said.
   "It is." said Brendon.
   He was about to pay, when all of a sudden I felt sick. Brendon noticed and said "Hold that thought." Then came with me outside as I threw up into one of the trash cans placed all around downtown. I guessed maybe I hadn't gotten over getting drunk for the first time completely yet.
   After I felt okay enough to be alone Brendon went in and paid. I told him he didn't have to get me anything, but he simply told me that he had the money, and it was no problem. I still felt bad though.
   Then I felt something, underneath my shirt. It was a pair of brown leather gloves. I recognized them from inside the store. I didn't remember ever taking them. Yet I didn't want to give them back.
   "Y/N? What are you doing with those?" Brendon had snuck up behind me.
   "Uh..."
   "Why?" he asked, disappointment obvious in his voice.
   All I could do was look at him, nothing would come out of my my mouth.
   "This isn't you. You wouldn't do this." he said, then something lit up inside me.
   "How would you know?! You just met me!?!" I asked.
   He looked down. He had something to say. I know why he said that, he said it because it did kind of feel like we had known each other longer than we have. Still it wasn't like he really did.
   "You're right I don't know what came over me." he said. "Forget I ever said a thing." He took the gloves and placed them in a bag from the shop.
   "You're not going to give them back?" I asked.
   "Nope."
  "Why not?"
  "Do you really want me to?"
  I was quiet. I wanted to do the right thing but I couldn't bring myself to actually do it.
   "Okay then. Come on there's a diner I wanna show you."
   "A diner?"
   "Yeah, it's only a couple blocks from here." he said.
   He took my hand in his once again and we walked down the streets lined with stores, resturants, and other little businesses.
   "Here it is."
   We walked into what looked like diner from about the 50's or so. There were checkered floors, red cushioned boothes, a jukebox, and right in the center were people dancing.
  He asked me what I wanted as I sat at a booth to sit with the bags, "Just a drink." I said. I wasn't really hungry, the waffle I had for breakfast was really filling.
  "Which one?"
  "Surprise me."
   A couple minutes later he came back with two Shirley Temple drinks.
   "Aren't you going to get some food?"
   "After." He replied.
   "After what?"
   "First, go put this on." He pulled out the dress from my dream and all it's accessories, plus the brown leather gloves.
  I took it and changed in the bathroom. It was even more gorgeous in real life.
  I walked out, and immediately saw Brendon, staring.
  "Second, wait right here." He dashed off and as the current song came to an end, a familiar one came on.
   "Third, we dance." He bowed slightly and held out his hand. I took it and he pulled me towards the group of people dancing.
   "I'm not a betting man..." he sung.
   "...but this is a sure thing." I finished.
   We danced and jumped around to the beat of 'Bittersweet', all while finishing lines from the song.
   As we reached the first chorus some people started to sit down. I thought nothing of it, but as we reached the second we were only one of two couples still up. Then the slower part came. We were the only ones dacing and I thought that something was wrong, or we looked stupid for some reason, maybe we didn't leave enough room. I was just about to sit down too, when Brendon pulled me in close and sung in his amazing voice, and I joined in, forgetting any one was around us. The beat started up again and we danced, and jumped, and sang some more while everyone else watched.
   When the song was over everyone clapped. I looked at Brendon. "Why are they clapping?"
   "Is it that hard to notice?" I nodded, and then he scooped me up in his arms and said, "Because you have the voice of an angel, and the adorableness of a cute sneezing puppy when you dance like that."
   "Or could just be the hot guy who sounds like the person singing on the jukebox?" I said with a smirk.
   "Are you ever going to take a complement?"
   I pretended to think for a second, then said, "Nope."
   "Of course not."
   We danced to a few more songs then ordered some food. I still stuck with nothing, but Brendon ordered an extra large fry and I ended up stealing some of them.
   He took a fry and put it over his lip and pretended it was a mustache.
   I laughed, "Now don't you know it's impolite to play with you food?" I said, wagging my finger mockingly.
   "Yes ma'm." he said with a huge smile.
   We finished up the rest of the fries and then he stood up and threw away the trash. Then told me to go change into my old clothes again, for I would look weird the dress where we going next. I came back out from the bathroom and he held out his hand. I once again took it.
   He had called the taxi again and I just let my mind wonder as to where we were going now, at 5:30 at night.
   It was finally around six when we reached a bar uptown. I looked at him and he had a guilty smirk on his face.
   As I was about to make my way up to the bar Brendon stopped and told the driver, "You know what to do with these." as he patted the side of the bags from the shop. Then he closed the car door and was now at my side.
   We walked into a completely black room lit by colored spotlights and white strobelights. It was packed and loud.
   Brendon grabbed my hand as he headed for the bar. It looked like he was cutting through high grass as he navigated through all the people.
   He order some drink, but I couldn't hear what and I told the guy to just get me a glass of water. The bartender got both our drinks and when I got mine Brendon looked at me and rolled his eyes.
   I just laughed and shook my head. He came closer then spoke in my hear. "At least drink some of mine."
   He held it out to me and I took it and had a quick swig. "Happy?!" I shouted.
   He smiled and nodded. He looked like a child. It was absolutely adorable.
   I grabbed his wrist and guided my way through the crowd. I finally stopped so close to the speakers that I could feel my body vibrating. This was my most favorite feeling in the whole world.
   I wrapped my arms around his neck and danced like a total idiot. It was hot and crowded and I felt like my insides were going to explode due to how much they were rattling with the sound. It was awesome.
   I let go of Brendon and told him I'd be right back, then made my way to the DJ booth.
   I pulled out a twenty and my phone. "Hey!" I said tapping on his shoulder. I opened iTunes and clicked on the playlist titled 'Basic but catchy songs' and showed him. I gave him the twenty and he nodded, plugging my phone in to a chord.
   As I made my way back to Brendon a guy came up to me. He was drunk as hell, I could smell it on his breath.
   "Hey babe. You lookin' damn good in that little outfit you got there." He slurred and put his hand around my waist. I tried to push him off.
   "Look I came here with someone okay." I said. He still didn't let go.
   "I'm cool with that."
   I slapped him.
   "Bitch!"
   "Perv!"
   "You're gonna regret that sweet cheeks."
   I spit at him. He took me by the arm and was starting to drag me toward the back. Then out of nowhere came Brendon.
   He grabbed his free arm and twisted it. I was surprised it hadn't broke.
   "You want this arm, you let the girl go." The man's grip just tightened. "Okay then."
   Brendon pulled and I heard a snap or a crack or something but one thing was for sure he was in a whole hell of a lot of pain. But he still didn't let go, instead he took the arm that held my own and placed it around my neck to where I was in front of him.
   Rage covered Brendon's face. I was frightened by it. I had never seen Brendon mad. Let alone pissed beyond words.
   He pulled the arm from around my neck and I got away. He then pushed the guy against the wall and kneed him right where it hurts. Then he began to beat him senseless. I was fine with it I guess, the guy was a prick, but then I started to notice he was unconscious.
   "Brendon? Brendon! BRENDON!"
   "WHAT?!" he snarled at me. I looked right into his eyes. I could have sworn they were yellow but then then next second they were back to his normal brown eyes.
   I was scared out of my mind but didn't show it. Not a even a little bit.
   He looked at me and I could almost see the anger leaving him but then something else was bothering him.
   "I got to go." He said, and took off. I tried to call after him but my cries were drowned out by the sound of 'Uma Thurman' by Fall Out Boy.
Shit. My phone.
   It was either my phone or Brendon. I chose Brendon. I will always choose Brendon.
   I ran as fast as I could through all the people. Finally we were outside and he was now in a full out sprint and I was left to race after him.
   "Brendon!" I shouted he turned the corner.
   I sprinted even harder, even though it felt like I was dying.
   He went into a hotel. I followed him in.
   "Brendon Urie. I booked a room this morning."
   "Yes of course, here's your key, room 304. Third floor."
   "Thanks." He said and dashed to the stairs. I followed.
   He jabbed the key into the eighth door down and basically fell into it, and just as he was closing the door I stuck my foot in it.
   "Fuuuudge nuggets." I said not trying to scream 'fuck' in a hallway of people.
   "Y/N?! What the hell are you doing here?" He said.
   "What the hell were you thinking I would do? Just sit there idly awaiting your return? HELL. NO."
   I was still pushing on the door when he opened it wide up. I fell to the floor with a thud.
   "Well you're at least waiting in the bathroom." He said picking me up off the floor and throwing me into the bathroom, closing the door behind me. Before I could open it back up he put something in front of it and I was left to just bang on it. Helplessly.
   "BRENDON BOYD URIE. OPEN THIS GOODAMN DOOR." I took a minute, trying not to laugh then said, "And the reference was unintentional."
   I heard no laugh. Instead I started to hear grunts of pain. "Brendon? You okay?"
   No response. I then decided that I was not staying in here any longer and pushed against the door with all I had and then some. The door slowly slid open. I slipped through the tiny crack I had made as soon as it was humanly possible.
   Brendon was lying on the floor. He had black claws and tiny points coming from his head. His shirt was was ripped and on the floor. He looked up at me with piercing bright yellow eyes.
   "Unholy shit." was all I could say.