Fan Fiction: Brendon Urie; Part 1

[Sabrestar]

LOL I'M SUCH A LOSER. c:
I'm writing a fan fiction about Brendon Urie ( From Panic! at the Disco )
.. And uhr. Yeah. It's gonna be your average love story, typed thing. So. Yeah. xD
.. akhgsdg. This is going to be published on this.. Fanfiction site. The full title:
<3Let's Get These Teen Hearts Beating Faster, Faster... (( Brendon Urie ))~Part 1
Yes, there are gonna be chapters. XD This is gonna be pretty long, too.
So. Read and enjoy. (: Tell me if you're confused, or if you have any suggestions or something. c:

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Let's Get These Teen Hearts Beating Faster, Faster...

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So I guess we're back to us.
Oh cameraman, swing the focus,
I lost my train of thought - where was it that we last left off?
Let's pick up, pick up.
Oh now I do recall, we were just getting to the part
Where the shock sets in, and the stomach acid finds a new way to make you get sick.
I hope you didn't expect that you'd get all of the attention.
Now let's not get selfish..
Did you really think I’d let you kill this chorus?

Let's get these teen hearts beating
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The rain fell unceasingly, the night cold and unforgiving. The atmosphere was choked and depressed. The lonely, abandoned city streets were shining with rain, stars invisible behind the thick layer of cloud, shunning their joyful light. It was a new moon tonight. The darkness was whole, aside from the crude, artificial streetlamps flickering weakly along the sidewalks, blinking sympathetically at a lone, walking figure - silhoutted by the faint light. Her clothes were drenched, her face glittering with a fresh sheet of tears mixed with rain, still falling from her hazel-brown eyes.
She wore a black hoodie, thin, offering little to no warmth from the cold pelt of raindrops falling from the sky. She was young as well; around the age of 15 or 16. Her jeans were dark with rain.
There was no life shown upon her face, only a heart-breaking sadness. Her arms were wrapped around her chest.
Something caught the shimmering light of the streetlamps -
a silver ring.
Stopping at some dark ally, she sat underneath an abandoned apartment step, sheltered beneath a ramshackle, tin roof, peeking out from above the door. Her arms unwraveled. With shaking fingers, she removed the silver ring, throwing it passionately away into the darkness, into the alley, into the shadows, to be forgotten. And with the throw of her ring, her heart felt freshly torn, and the girl wrapped her arms tightly around herself once more and bent down to cry, lost in painful memories.
"Do you hear that?"
"Yeah. Crying?"
"It's coming from that alley.."
"Should we-"
"Yeah. Sounds like a girl. Heart broken, too."
There were footsteps. The streets were no longer alone; and neither was the girl. Long shadows cast down on the paved roads, and the girl looked up, eyes dull with carelessness.
Two boys, looking around the age of 17-18, stepped into the dark alleyway. Both were carrying umbrellas, and wearing snazzy suits - black and white, with pink ties. Strangely enough.
What would they be doing at night, in the rain, all dressed up?
Their faces were still unrecognizable within the rain until they stepped closer. The girl narrowed her eyes - then widened them, amazed.
... What the hell?
It was Brendon Urie and Ryan Ross; Lead Singer and Guitarist from Panic! at the Disco.
Okay. No. This must be a dream.
The girl turned away, staring into the back of the alleyway, ignoring the two. The man with the black suit and pink tie stepped closer, closer until he was close to the teen, stopping until he was underneath the tin rooftop, next to the crying girl. He nodded towards Ryan, who nodded back.
"I'll tell the boys you're coming."
Was all he said, and he dissapeared, footsteps fading into the distance.
The girl didn't move for a long moment. The boy was handsome; your average "teen heart throb", as many people would say. If the girl was just your average trendy teen, she would be screaming and jumping all over Brendon.
But this girl was different.
And she was hurt.
Right now, she could care less if Bill Gates himself appeared and offered her all of his money.
His semi-long black, emo-styled hair was flicked back as he studied the girl for a few seconds, his dark, chocolate-brown eyes shining with genuine concern for the girl, who was looking lost, confused - like an abandoned puppy, looking for love.
"Are you okay?"
That voice; it was familiar. It was real. It was velvety smooth, musical. It jerked the teen from her thoughts and she turned around, mohagany eyes widening in shock.
"Brendo-"
"Yeah. Now answer the question."
His voice was soft, gentle, but with the concern within each word.
"I'm.. Fine. Okay? Just.. Completely fine."
She feigned an almost mocking smile, turning away and burying her head in her arms.
"What's your name?"
He asked, gentler, softer now. It sounded almost tender as the boy sat down next to her, dropping his umbrella. He took off his black suit, draping it around her shoulders. The girl was about to shrug it off, but decided not to. The suit was warm. The boy was kind.
Can you believe it? The lead singer of Panic! at the Disco, one of today's hottest bands, obsessed by thousands of girls world wide, cared about some stranger he's never even met before. So. She shouldn't be so cold and unthankful.
She turned her head, still resting it on her arms, and watched Brendon with a look of despair; but within the despair, there was gratefulness. She sat up straighter, moving the jacket so that it rested in front of her, over her stomach. She pulled back her hoodie, revealing long, straight though slightly curly hair that curled at the ends. It was highlighted by beautiful, dirty-blonde highlights. And her face... Brendon found himself breathless. Was this another one of his fans out there? Because she's not exactly... average. She's above that. Way above that. Not one of those 13-year-old screaming fans yelling "I LOVE YOU" at the top of their lungs at him. This girl... she was gorgeous. What would she be doing, walking alone on these streets at 2 in the morning, dressed in a hoodie and jeans, abandoned in the rain? Something was up.
"My name's Selene Winter."
Her voice was soft, melodical, perfect.
Brendon lost his heart at once.
"That's a beautiful name."
Selene turned her head, moving her side-bangs away from her eyes to take a closer look at Brendon. A hesitating smile was beginning to curl upon her tear-stained face.
"I'm not going to freak like most of your fans must do, Brendon. But would you mind if I asked you why you're walking, alone, in this rain, in that suit, with Ryan Ross?"
Brendon smiled, raising an eyebrow.
Selene felt her heart skip a beat.
"Well, the band just got back from an interview. Then, Ryan and I had to talk to our director for the video, "But It's Better If You Do." We're shooting it sometime next week. Now, I can tell already that you're definitely not fine. Care to explain?"
Selene let out a quiet laugh.
"I'm a stranger you met on the street at 2 in the morning, you're the lead singer of Panic! at the Disco, and you're worried about me? Shouldn't you be off with your band, performing, or signing autographs for thousands of your fans? I think I can take care of myself."
"Well, first of all, why are you complaining?"
Brendon's eyes glittered with mischief, and Selene, like Brendon, felt her heart fall for the handsome teen almost as quickly as Brendon had fallen for her - except Brendon had fallen a little bit sooner...
"I'm not worth your time."
"Don't say that."
Brendon scooted a bit closer, so that he was just touching against Selene's arm. The rain was rhythmical against the tin roof, but it was beginning to die down, slowly but surely.
"So, are you going to tell me why you're out here?"
Selene paused, her gaze dropping to the ground below her. She paused for a few long moments. Brendon patiently waited, not removing his eyes from her face.
"Why do you want to know?"
Brendon's smile faded just slightly, and he leaned in closer. Selene switched her gaze back to him, and this time, within those depths of amber, there was terrible pain.
"I can help you."
Selene smiled, but it was a woeful, teary smile.
"I don't know how you can help a broken heart. But if you insist, I'll tell you about my pain, my sadness. I'll tell you why I'm here, why I'm lost and why I have nowhere to go. If you're willing to listen to all of it."
Brendon didn't hesitate.
"Yes."

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[Sabrestar]

I don't know if I like that one, by the way. I wrote another version; roughly like that one, I guess, but a little less dramatic and more of a "I can relate" version. It was a little more fun to write, but I dunno.

---> The title of this one is:

<3What a Wonderful Caricature Of Intimacy<3~)(1)(

Rain cascaded heavily down on the crisp autumn night. The moon's light was just a thin cresent, stars twinkling like fireflies stuck in the wide expanse of sky. The light sparkled off each individual droplet of water, glittering like diamonds. The rainwater collected and fell like a waterfall from a ledge protruding from a doorstep, where a young, teen girl sat. Crying.
The girl was roughly around the age of 14 or 15, sporting a grey hoodie and black jeans. Her young, pretty face was a look of twisted despair. Her long, straight dark-brown hair ( Slightly curly at the ends,) was hidden underneath the hood of her sweatshirt, her side-bangs covering her right eye - but her tears were still visible, sliding down her cheeks and falling onto the ground, already wet from the summer rain.

This, folks, is the beginning of my story.
I take your vision to mine now, starting exactly where I leave off.
You are in my mind now; thinking my thoughts, seeing what I see.
Enjoy.
~<3~
Boys. They're piles of sh*t, wanting attention.
I should have established this the first time it happened but I didn't.
And look what happens?
I get my heart torn into a thousand little pieces.
And yet, with all those little shattered, broken parts,
I still love him with all I have.
I still love him...

I sat there, tears pouring down my face, my eyeliner beginning to smudge a little and my hair getting wet from my tears. I felt stupid, sitting there like a little girl who dropped her ice cream or something. I took a long sniff, my vision blurred and my mind still reeling.
"I don't love you like I did before, Selene."
"If you ever 'loved' me, you woud never stop loving me."
"You're making this harder than it should be."
"Really? Or maybe I'm just pissed because the boy I love doesn't love me anymore."

Why me?

I sat there for a few long minutes, staring out across the street, past the other houses and into the forest that was behind them. The rain's rhythmical drumming against the ground began to calm me down, my tears ceasing their flow. Or at least, slowing it. My mind began dreaming, and I left reality for a split second before I was snapped back to it again -
and quite violently, too.
My eyes narrowed suspiciously.
That black sweatshirt is ... awfully familiar. Painfully familiar.
What, is he back again? HIM?
Alright, so basically, to cut a long story short, "him" is my ex boyfriend - Tyler. All the crap I said above is about him, by the way, every single word of it is true. He wears a black hoodie. And blue jeans. Tight, emo-styled blue jeans, mind you..
I looked up, wiping away the tears still on my cheeks and stared ahead. A boy was walking in the rain, his head down - with that damn black hoodie. Looking exactly like Tyler. What if it was him? I'm not in the mood to talk to that bastard right now.
"I'm surprised you would even show your idiotic face near me again after what happened."
My words were condescending, cold and harsh. But my breath was suddenly caught in my throat when the kid in the sweatshirt looked at me -
and it wasn't Tyler.
Oh. Great.
He raised an eyebrow, flicking his hair back so that his dark-brown hair was out of his chocolate eyes. He paused a moment, staring at me. Our eyes locked for a few long heartbeats; my grey-blue eyes against his dark mohagany.
I felt my heart skip a beat.
Then, the kid just turned his gaze away and continued walking silently, as if nothing ever happened. I tipped my head to the right quizzically, like a dog would do if asking for a treat, and then not getting one. Well, not really, but whatever. I held my breath and counted the seconds.
1.. 2.. 3...
Ugh. Whatever.
"Hey."
I rose from my seat, running out into the rain, feeling the moisture soak through my thin jacket, raising a hand to move away the bangs from my right eye. I still looked like I've been crying for a while, but my breathing had calmed and the tears had stopped. I walked alongside of the boy, who had slowed his pace to match mine. His head lifted a bit higher. I could see the silhoutte of his face against the moonlight. And I felt myself suddenly churn with disappointment.
Okay, well, not really dissapointment, but more... I can't explain it.
This kid's handsome. And older; around 16 or 17.
I was surprised he didn't have a group of girls stalking him. Even if it would be kind of .. strange, to see a bunch of teens flooding around a kid at 11 at night, wouldn't it? He was probably one of those popular emo kids at school who ALL of the girls would give their right arms for; and he probably has a girlfriend too.
His face was rather soft, yet there was a mischevious glitter to it; his lips curled into a thinking, pondering frown - which made him all the more cuter, mind you. His dark brown hair was slightly shorter in the back than it was in the front; where side bangs partly covered the right side of his face. Sideburns adorned the side of his cheeks - but not the wierd sideburns that you see on old people. They were like.. longer, stretching down to the lenght of his side bangs.
The boy looked at me, his dark brown eyes curious and sort of.. suspicious. He put his hand into his sweatshirt pocket and took out a black umbrella. I questioned him with my eyes - Why didn't he use the umbrella in the first place?
He was soaked in the rain, after all. He could have kept dry.
The teenager remained silent as he opened it up, and suddenly, I couldn't feel the cold rain on me anymore. I pulled back my hood, running my hand through my hair. The boy watched me silently, then spoke - his voice musical, soft, but also slightly joking and friendly at the same time.
"I like the rain. I didn't feel like using the umbrella, but I thought it'd be easier to talk without rain pouring down our faces."
Okay. So maybe he wasn't an idiot.
Before I could respond, he spoke again.
"I don't know about you, but when someone runs up to you, especially in the rain, and if it's someone you don't know, they wanna talk."
He raised his eyebrows again, waiting for me to respond. What he got was:
"Oh, and sorry about that.. thing."
I feel stupid.
He smiled, sorta like a pitiful smile, that a boy would give to a little girl who just bumped into him or something.
"It's fine."
This kid... Why is he so nice? It's kind of wierd. He's probably 2 years older than me; a Junior, too. I think. He looks a bit older. But he's really friendly. Or maybe he's just like that to every girl he meets. I don't know.
After all, I don't even know his name.

I watched him again, my brain trying to click at something.. Something at the back of my memory - Oh! Yeah, that's it. He's probably part of that.. Ur.. Ureah.. Urie or whatever, family, that moved in down the block. Yeah, that's it..
Ryan mentioned him to me today. Guess I forgot.
Ah, Ryan.. He's been my bud since.. what, 4th grade? I love the kid. No, not love love; but like, brotherly love. For example; after my breakup with Tyler, he was the first one to punch him in the face.
Okay, well maybe not, but he wanted to.
He held me in his arm and I cried into his shoulder and he rocked me back and forth, hugging me close.
That, is what a true friend is.

Back to reality: the Urie kid was watching me with a look of surmise and inquiring - a sort of "So, what are you doing here?" type look. I wanted to talk, but the words were caught in my throat and I hesitated, feeling a strange heet creep up into my cheeks.
Why am I so embarrased around this kid? I've never even met him before. He probably thinks I'm ... wierd. Yep. That's the word.
"My name's Selene Winters, by the way."
I said, a little bit too quickly, but still understandable. Any casual onlooker could tell that I was nervous.
"Brendon Urie."
Was all he said, lifting the umbrella a little bit higher, fixing his gaze ahead. There was a bench - soaking wet, but that made no different - we were both wet anyway. He sat down, resting the umbrella between the crack in the middle of the bench where the two wooden planks were settled side by side.
"What was that about, anyway?"
Brendon asked, genuinely curious. I suddenly felt protective about myself, and I paused for a long moment, sitting down silently. Brendon noticed this hesitation and added quickly,
"You don't have to tell me. I'm just trying to strike up a conversa-"
"No, it's fine. I'll tell you if you want to know, though."
Brendon didn't hesitate. He nodded.
"Sure."

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[Rowdykit]

ITS SABRE!! <33333333 Welcome back!

[Bane]

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[Kestrel]

Someone spanned it. I deleted the spam, but the thread still popped up. o.o -shrugs-

[Rowdykit]

Oh.. I was sooo happy to see Sabre. ;^;