A Fucked Up Dream (A random Brendon Urie Fanfiction)

It's Too Late

"Say you're sorry, that the face of an angel comes out just when you need it to." -Taylor Swift, White Horse.

Lauren's P.O.V

I woke up in the morning to the smell of food. Eggs and toast to be exact. I brushed my shoulder length, black hair, put on a MCRX shirt paired with black skinny jeans, and headed downstairs.

Once I entered the kitchen, I saw Ryan setting an egg on top of a piece of toast before placing it on a plate and putting it in front of me on the island.

"Ryan you didn't have to make anything. I usually just have a piece of toast." I said.

"Not while I'm here. You will have a normal breakfast every single day I'm in your house." He said confidently. I just laughed and took a bite of the toast and egg sandwich-creation thing Ryan had created.

"Mmmmm, Ryan this is really good," I mumbled through a mouth full of food.

"Now, now, chew your food before you talk," Ryan lectured. (I have to type with one hand because there is a night bug creature in my kitchen which is right next to my room and it's making a lot of noise because it's dark so please ignore any further errors. ( Btw I'm plugging one of my ears, yes it helps.)) I just glared at him.

After I finished eating, Ryan went to the store so I decided to clean up breakfast when I heard knock on the door. I headed to the foyer and opened the door. It was Brendon.

"Yes?" I asked.

"Lauren I'm so sorry. I didn't realise how much you meant to me until the day you left. Will you ever forgive me?" Brendon pleaded.

"Yes I will, but that times not right now. I'm with Ryan now." I responded. I heard Brendon mumble something but I couldn't quite make it out. He then walked off with his hands in his pockets.

I sat down on my couch, grabbed my notebook off the end table, and started writing,

Say you're sorry, that face of an angel
Comes out just when you need it to
As I paced back and forth all this time
'Cause I honestly believed in you
Holdin' on, the days drag on
Stupid girl, I shoulda known, I shoulda known

That I'm not a princess, this ain't a fairytale
I'm not the one you'll sweep off her feet, lead her up the stairwell
This ain't Hollywood, this is a small town
I was a dreamer before you went and let me down
Now it's too late for you and your white horse
To come around

Baby I was naive, got lost in your eyes
And never really had a chance
My mistake I didn't know to be in love
You had to fight to have the upper hand
I had so many dreams about you and me
Happy endings, now I know

That I'm not a princess, this ain't a fairytale
I'm not the one you'll sweep off her feet, lead her up the stairwell
This ain't Hollywood, this is a small town
I was a dreamer before you went and let me down
Now it's too late for you and your white horse
To come around (I DO NOT own this song by any means the original song is linked above and you should give it a listen because it truly is something. That opinion was completely biased, but seriously you should give it a listen it's awesome.)

I closed my journal just as Ryan walked through the door.

~Time skip 'cause I suck~

We went out to dinner at my favorite Italian restaurant, Olive Garden. I got pasta with fries as a side. Yes, I ordered off the kids menu, fight me. Then we headed home.

I woke up the next morning and decided it was my turn to make breakfast so I headed downstairs.

"Ryan!" I called. No answer. "Ryan!" I called a bit louder. No response. "GEORGE RYAN ROSS THE THIRD, GET YOUR A*S DOWN HERE NOW!" I shouted. No freakin' response. I head upstairs and go to Ryan's room. He's not there. I start panicking (Don't do it) and quickly dialed Ryan's number.

"Hello Lauren," it was Brendon! What the hell was he doing with Ryan's phone?!

"Where the hell is Ryan you sick bast*rd!" I snapped.

"Whoa there, calm down," he said calmly. "Ryan won't be joining us for quite some time,"

"What the hell do you mean!" I shouted through the phone, hoping that it would deafen him and I was also pissed, but still.

"Ryan's dead honey," his tone never changed. I could sense his smile, he knew he won. I broke down at his words.

"YOU F*CKER!" I shouted in tears. "You have to be joking right?" I asked in denial. I honestly didn't even know how to feel in this kind of situation.

"How else would I have his phone?" He sassed. (But I make these high heels work!)

"I'm calling the f*cking cops!" I shouted for the, lord only knows, time.

"Go ahead," he laughed. "I have my ways," he said in a more serious tone.

"F*ck you!" I yelled.

"Love you too!" He exclaimed sarcastically. I abruptly hung up the phone. I called the police and told them about Ryan and to meet me in LA with his body so he could have a funeral with all of his friends there. Then I booked the next flight to Los Angles, California and called Jason.