Panic! At The Mafia//Brendon Urie

Chapter 1

"Wake up!" I jumped at the loud booming voice in my cell. It was Brendon. He was already dressed, and ready to do whatever.

"I'll show you to the bathroom, and then you'll get ready there, understood?" He asked.

"Understood!" I got out of bed. He opened the cell door and grabbed my wrist, just to make sure I didn't run away. I wasn't going to either way.

"Here," he opened up the bathroom door. There was a mascara brush, some clothes and a toothbrush.

"How'd you know?" I asked, worry playing in my voice.

"I have my ways. Now stop asking questions and get dressed. You have two minutes." He closed the door. I quickly stripped from my clothes and threw on the black tank top and the black yoga pants. Then I brushed my teeth.

"Makeup time!" I brushed the stick over my right eyelash. Brendon opened the door, right as I was about to swipe my left lash.

"Time to go," he walked over to me, but stopped and watched me finish up my make up.

"Okay! I'm ready!" I cheered. Brendon nodded and grabbed my wrist again.

"What are we doing?" I asked.

"This may sound dumb, but we're gonna play Just Dance. I'll explain to you after." I nodded and furrowed my eyebrows. I mean, I was good at the game, but why play it in the mafia?

"So, here we are. It's an Xbox Kinect, because we hate holding the wii remote. But yeah, we'll do all the duets, and then I'll explain. Hope you're good at dancing." He winked at me. I raised my eyebrows and let out a quiet giggle.

"So, what song are we doing first?" I asked.

"Well, considering this is Just Dance two thousand fourteen, I think candy by Robbie Williams is the best one. We'll start off with that one." I watched as he got it set up and went to the song. This is going to be awkward.

"Ready?" I asked. He nodded and he pressed start.

"Our goal is to get five stars, if not, then we redo it, okay?" He urged.

"Okay!" I replied. We both chose our characters. I was the woman and Brendon was the man. Then we got in our ready positions. It was really weird dancing with Brendon. He wasn't bad at all, that's not my point. Yet, during the dance I had to trust fall into his arms. Like six times! After we finished, we had five stars. He smiled and gave me a high five.

"Damn, you're really good!" He complimented. I felt a nice, warm feeling in my stomach.

"Well! I mean, so are you..." I said shyly. He chuckled and went to another duet song. We played C'Mon by Kesha, and he forced me to be the panda.

"Are you ready for this? Four stars is our goal now." I nodded and started to dance.

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"Want me to tell you now why I made us play this?" He asked, turning off the Xbox Kinect.

"Sure!" I smiled.

"Well, first off, it got your heart rate up, which is good. Second, in someway, we worked together. And third, we made goals and didn't stop until we accomplished them." He informed.

"I didn't know you can do that just from playing Just Dance." I laughed. He chuckled and grabbed my wrist.

"The guys and I are going on a mission tonight. Would you think you'd be up for the task?" He asked.

"What kind of mission?" I inquired. Brendon sighed as we continued to walk.

"There's an agent out there, who's been taunting us to get him. So, we're going with everything we can. But don't worry, you'll be with me the whole time. We have something most people call... teamwork." He brought me to the living room, where everyone else was.

"She's coming along with us? Do you actually think she's strong enough? We're dealing with around ten men who want us dead!" Dallon interjected.

"Shut the f**k up Dallon. She's ready, I know it!" Brendon chimed. Dallon didn't seem surprised with Brendon's strong attitude. I wasn't even shocked with it. He's the godfather after all.

"Now, get ready. We leave in two hours. I'll be with Faelecia." Brendon dragged me to the kitchen.

"What do you want to eat? We have tortellini and canned ravioli." He paced through the kitchen.

"I think I'll go with the tortellini. But why are you pacing?" I asked. He sighed and sat down at the table with.

"I'm just... stressed!" He ran his hands through his hair as he looked at me.

"I-I'll make the tortellini." I went into the cabinet and found the box.

"Thanks..." he grumbled. I nodded, getting a pot  of water and setting it on the stove to boil. I walked back to the table and Brendon looked up at me, while his hands covered his mouth.

"Are you sure you're up to going out with us?" He asked.

"Yes! Brendon, if I may call you that,"

"You may," He chimed.

"You even said I was ready. And if we have to, we can use the next hour to improve what I need to improve." I suggested. He looked at me and then looked back down.

"Fine. I'll get the guys to make the food. We'll learn about self defence. Follow me."