There is seriously a Brendon Urie Gif for everything...

Song on the side. Fix you by Matt McAndrew/Peter

^^Jared^^
I woke up in Peter's arms with the sunlight streaming through the the Windows. His strong arms held me close and I could feel his heart beating. Slow and soft, it lulled me into a feeling of intense love and longing. I knew now that I was infatuated with him; that I loved him even. I didn't want to love him. Love just ends up hurting me every time. I snuggled back into him breathing in his scent.

"Good morning." He said lazily fluttering his eyes open and reaching for his glasses on the bedside table. I placed a hand on his bare chest and looked into his beautiful eyes. I snuggled as close as I could; my body fitting almost perfectly with his.

"Morning..." I said closing my eyes and exhaling softly. He started humming a soft tune and I started falling back asleep before he placed a soft kiss on my forehead. My body started tingling again.

"Jared..." He cooed, running a hand through my sleepy hair.

"Hmm," I responded without opening my eyes.

"I'm hungry."

"Eat then," I said sleepily. He started sitting up but I grabbed his hand and pushed him back down next to me. "Nope. You're not going anywhere."

"Jaaaaarrrrrryyyy" he cried out. "I want to take you to breakfast."

"Five more minutes." I said rolling over and closing my eyes tightly together. I felt him get up and sit on my thighs.

"Jared." He said softly running his hand down my sides. He leaned over me and pressed his lips into mine before pulling away. "Are you awake now?"

"Um, No." I deadpanned pulling him closer to me. I dug my chin into his neck and pressed my lips to his collarbone.

"You didn't get enough?"

"Never." I said winking at him.

"Let's go get waffles." He said jumping out of bed and grabbing my arms tugging me out of bed.

"I love waffles..." I moaned kind of perking up.

"Come on. Let's get going." He said, I stood up and rubbed my eyes. I sat on the edge of the bed and watched him rush around the room. He pulled on some black skinny jeans a black t-shirt with small llamas dotting the fabric. (Llamas are awesome) He then handed me a pair of jeans and a Stanford sweatshirt. I got dressed and didn't bother to mess with my hair. I wanted everyone to see my sex hair. Boo yah people. I'm happy. Deal with it.

"Hey." I said suddenly pulling on his arm and tugging him toward me. "I am absolutely infatuated by you." I wrapped my hands around his neck and played with the baby hairs.

"That's good because I am obsessed with you."

"Shut up!" I said in a British accent. I had ton of practice. Let's just say I have severe obsessions with all things British. He pulled me close and kissed me hard. I ran my hands through his hair, and lengthened the kiss. We both pulled away breathless and pressed our foreheads together.

"Seriously. We've known each other for a few days and you are all I can think about. Every thought that goes through my head are dreams are your lips, your smile, the way you look down at you feet when you are shy."

"Well I like to think that I am making an impact on somebody." I said pecking him on the cheek.

"Don't say stuff like that. People love you. Every body that meets you loves you. There are just stupid bastards that are afraid of what they are unsure of." I looked directly into his eyes and took a step back.

"What is there to be afraid of? What because I like men, because they are afraid that I might like them. Why would anybody be afraid of ME?" I said feeling myself get anxious. I knew what he was saying; I thought it every day. I started shaking and sank to the floor on my knees. He fell next to me and pulled me in his lap. Tears streamed down my face, and my breath was catching in my throat. Peter's arms held me close as he rubbed his hands up and down my arms trying to calm me down. He rolled up my sleeves and observed my scars. Some of them still unhealed. I was a baby in that moment and he was taking care of me. "P-Pete." I managed to choke out. "P-Please don't l-look." I whimpered. He pressed his lips to each of the cuts and I could have sworn I saw a tear slip off the bridge of his nose.

"Shh...shh." He responded. "It's going to be okay. Just relax." My trembling stopped and he started humming in my ear. I was still hiccuping and dry heaving when he pressed his lips to my temple carrying me back to his bed. He laid me down gingerly and climbed up next to me. I fell asleep safe in his arms for the second time.

•••

"I still haven't gotten my waffles." I heard Pete say in my ear. I was rolled over facing the wall and enjoying the feeling of his hand resting lazily over my waist.

"We can go now if you want." I said shakily, rolling over so I could face him.

"Do you want to?" He asked me with worry in his eyes.

"Yeah. I'm hungry." I said brushing my lips lightly against his.

"I have a better idea," he said with a smirk playing on his lips. He hopped up and ran down the stairs. I just sat in his bed cuddled up in the covers with my eyes getting heavy again. I heard him banging around in the kitchen and got up walking down the stairs. He was standing in front of the sink washing dishes. I snuck up behind him and wrapped my arms around his waist. He jumped up and then relaxed.

"I thought we were going out."

"You were still tired, and I didn't want to share you with the world just yet." He said looking at me from the corner of his eye. "Go back to bed I have a surprise for you."

"Fiiinnnneee." I moaned before trudging up the stairs and climbing back into his bed. After a few minutes of staring at the ceiling he came up with a tray in his hand and placed it on my lap. A plate of warm waffles overflowing with syrup was resting in the tray along with some scrambled eggs and two glasses of orange juice. "Thank you Pete." I said grabbing his arm and tugging him back down to sit with me. He handed me a fork and I dug in. After a couple of my own bites I cut some and swirled it around in from of his face. He opened my mouth and let me feed him.

"What do you want to do today?" Peter asked me through a mouthful of food. I laughed so hard i had to clutch my chest.

"Do you really want to know?" I asked him my voice dropping a few octaves. He had just stuck the fork back in his mouth and had the most innocent look on his face. I took the tray from my lap and set it on the floor before climbing into his lap.

"Oh I see." He said his eyes widening. He placed his hands on my sides; I kissed him lightly.

"Do you?" I asked him. He nodded and kissed me again. "Okay."

"Jared?"

"Yes," I responded.

"Do you believe that you can love someone after only knowing them for a few days?" He asked me as he played with my fingers. A jolt of electricity was sent through my body. Did he just...? Oh my god. He...

"I think so. Depending on the situation." He nodded. "Are you thinking about someone in particular?" I said jokingly.

"Maybe."

"Peter." I said seriously. "Call me a stupid hormonal teenager, but I think that I love a dandy lion." I said lowering my eyes. I couldn't stand a rejection right now. Not after all I had put my heart through. (A.N- 11 chapters? What the heck am I thinking?) I was vulnerable right now. Not to mention the fact that I had just lost my virginity and was having this conversation while straddling him. I was pretty fucking scared. What if he was just kidding? What if this was some sick joke my parents were playing with me? Oh god. What I have I done?

"Jared. I did have someone in mind, and that person just happens to be a crazy hormonal teenager." He whispered placing a finger under my chin so that we were staring into each other's eyes. "I love you Jared."

A.N- CHEESY ROMANCE MOVIE MOMENT!! AAAHHH

They said it. Holy Ghosts in Heaven... They said it. I know it's only been 12 chapters ish, but I felt that it was a good place to do this.  

Thanks for reading!
~Trixxiee