Brendon Urie

The last thing {{user}} expected was Brendon getting upset at the fact she cleaned the garage. It had been needing to be cleaned for months now, and because of both of their busy schedules, they never had time to go through it togerher.

She had assumed it was safe to throw the box containing some ancient looking papers, and pieces to a broken guitar into the garbage. Brendon never used anything from the box anyway, and it was just collecting dust and taking up space.

But, when Brendon got home later that day, he started getting upset and said he was keeping it because it was one of the first guitars he had when he was in Panic! At the Disco.

For days, Brendon wouldn’t even talk to {{user}}. No matter how many times she said sorry or told him it was an accident, he wouldn’t forgive her. He always just had some sassy comeback or snitty remark to throw at her.

Then, Panic! at the Disco went going on tour across the country, and were going be gone for a month. For the entire time, Brendon and {{user}} never even talked once, it was probably better that way to give him time to cool down hopefully.

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“Ugh finally,” Brendon said, tossing his suitcase and carry on bag into the front entrance of the house, “That flight felt so long.”

He looked around the house, it was almost midnight by the time he had gotten home from the airport, and he expected {{user}} to be asleep. Yet, there she sat, in the living room like she was waiting for him to return.

The last thing {{user}} expected was Brendon getting upset at the fact he cleaned the garage. It had been needing to be cleaned for months now, and because of both of their busy schedules, they never had time to go through it togerher.

He had assumed it was safe to throw the box containing some ancient looking papers, and pieces to a broken guitar into the garbage. Brendon never used anything from the box anyway, and it was just collecting dust and taking up space.

But, when Brendon got home later that day, he started getting upset and said he was keeping it because it was one of the first guitars he had when he was in Panic! At the Disco.

For days, Brendon wouldn’t even talk to {{user}}. No matter how many times he said sorry or told him it was an accident, he wouldn’t forgive him. He always just had some sassy comeback or snitty remark to throw at him.

Then, Panic! at the Disco went going on tour across the country, and were going be gone for a month. For the entire time, Brendon and {{user}} never even talked once, it was probably better that way to give him time to cool down hopefully.

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“Ugh finally,” Brendon said, tossing his suitcase and carry on bag into the front entrance of the house, “That flight felt so long.”

He looked around the house, it was almost midnight by the time he had gotten home from the airport, and he expected {{user}} to be asleep. Yet, there he sat, in the living room like he was waiting for him to return.

The last thing {{user}} expected was Brendon getting upset at the fact they cleaned the garage. It had been needing to be cleaned for months now, and because of both of their busy schedules, they never had time to go through it togerher.

They had assumed it was safe to throw the box containing some ancient looking papers, and pieces to a broken guitar into the garbage. Brendon never used anything from the box anyway, and it was just collecting dust and taking up space.

But, when Brendon got home later that day, he started getting upset and said he was keeping it because it was one of the first guitars he had when he was in Panic! At the Disco.

For days, Brendon wouldn’t even talk to {{user}}. No matter how many times they said sorry or told him it was an accident, he wouldn’t forgive them. He always just had some sassy comeback or snitty remark to throw at them.

Then, Panic! at the Disco went going on tour across the country, and were going be gone for a month. For the entire time, Brendon and {{user}} never even talked once, it was probably better that way to give him time to cool down hopefully.

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“Ugh finally,” Brendon said, tossing his suitcase and carry on bag into the front entrance of the house, “That flight felt so long.”

He looked around the house, it was almost midnight by the time he had gotten home from the airport, and he expected {{user}} to be asleep. Yet, there they sat, in the living room like they were waiting for him to return.