Categories > Celebrities > Panic! At The Disco > Wait, Brendon Urie, He's Adopting Me?
I stomped away to my room furiously. The guys didn't know why, but I did. I acted up all stupidly because Im still sad about my parent's deaths. I can't just cope within a week! I'm probably going to be bitchy for the rest of my life. Grr.
Knock.
"Brendon or Ryan get the f*ck away from the door, before I call the police saying you tried to rape me!!" I screamed.
"Leigh, Ryan never meant to hurt your feelings, he doesn't know to treat women," Brendon said softly.
"You mean a girl!" I screamed from the other side of the door.
"Really?" Brendon asked.
"Yes really," I said, "Why don't you just leave you're not getting anything out of this!"
"Don't you want to talk?" He asked.
"Use common sense!! Of course I don't!" I sighed.
"You seem like you do!" Brendon said opening the door.
"How did you open the door, it was locked?" I asked. This dude is so messed up.
"I learned to pick open locked doors in my spare time," he said. He's the biggest dork ever.
"Don't you know how to leave me alone?" I asked. I seriously want to be alone.
"No," Ryan said coming into the room.
"What do you want?" I asked.
"I'm sorry for calling you a brat, I can lose control of myself," Ryan said trying to comfort me, "I take over my father's temper."
"Don't call me any bad name again! If you do you'll never see daylight again," I threatened
them. I can't believe they were scared of a 13 year old.
"Don't worry, we won't," Ryan said quickly.
"So is your name really George?" I asked.
"Yeah, but call me Ryan I like it better," Ryan repeated.
"I know how you feel my name is really Ana Leigh Boswell," I said.
"I didnt know that!" Brendon said.
"If you took the time to read the birth certificates I gave you this morning you'd know," I said.
"So when I get mad at you I'm going to call you Ana," Brendon said.
"Fine I don't care, because you won't ever get mad at me," I replied.
Brendon whispered something into Ryan ears. It looked like he was nibbling on his ear. Bad thought.
"Okay this one goes out to my almost daughter!" Brendon started.
It's these substandard motels on the (lalalalala) corner of 4th and Fremont Street.
Appealing only because they are just that un-appealing
Any practiced catholic would cross themselves upon entering.
The rooms have a hint of asbestos and maybe just a dash of formaldehyde,
And the habit of decomposing right before your very (lalalala) eyes.
Along with the people in (RYAN) side
What a wonderful caricature of intimacy
Inside, what a wonderful caricature of intimacy
Tonight tenants range from: a lawyer and a virgin
Accessorizing with a rosary tucked inside her lingerie
She's getting a job at the firm come Monday (RYAN)
The Mrs. will stay with the cheating attorney
moonlighting aside, she really needs his money (RYAN)
Oh, wonderful caricature of intimacy.
Yeah {Yeah} (BOTH SUNG BY RYAN AND BRENDON)
And not to mention, the constable, and his proposition, for that "virgin"
Yes, the one the lawyer met with on "strictly business"
as he said to the Mrs. Well, only hours before,
after he had left, she was fixing her face in a compact.
There was a terrible crash {There was a terrible crash} (RYAN)
Between her and the badge
She spilled her purse and her bag, and held a "purse" of a different kind.
Along with the people in (RYAN) side
What a wonderful caricature of intimacy
Inside, what a wonderful caricature of intimacy
There are no raindrops on roses and girls in white dresses.
It's sleeping with roaches and taking best guesses
At the shade of the sheets and before all the stains (RYAN)
And a few more of your least favorite things.
Raindrops on roses and girls in white dresses
It's sleeping with roaches and taking best guesses
At the shade of the sheets and before all the stains (RYAN)
And a few more of your least favorite things.
Inside, what a wonderful caricature of intimacy
Inside, what a wonderful caricature of intimacy
Raindrops on roses and girls in white dresses
It's sleeping with roaches and taking best guesses
At the shade of the sheets and before all the stains (RYAN)
And a few more of your least favorite things.
Raindrops on roses and the girls in white dresses
And sleeping with the roaches and they taking best guesses
At the shade of the sheets and before all the stains (RYAN)
And a few more of your least favorite things.
They put on a show. It was so cool. I've never been to a concert so this was pretty cool.
"Brendon can I go to one of your concerts?" I asked.
"Duh!!! You can even invite like four of your friends and give them backstage passes!"
Brendon said, "Because we have a show in New Jersey in 2 weeks."
"Are you serious?" I asked, "Geez I've never met anyone who would do that for me!"
"You're not just anyone Leigh," Ryan said, "You're B-den's kid!"
"Just make sure the media doesn't find out and stuff, they'll make me adopt every kid in the world!" Brendon laughed.
"Our secret is safe, besides I don't want people to find out you adopted me, all my old enemies would call me up and be like, OMG! You're adopted by Brendon Urie, I love him, and can you ask him if I can marry him! OMG!" I said laughing my head off.
Ryan and Brendon choked, it was very funny. I can sound so me and in a second sound like a prep.
"What time is it?" I asked.
Ryan looked at Brendon's watch because he was too lazy.
"It's like 2 A.M." he said.
"No wonder why I'm sleepy, In New Jersey it's like 5 A.M." I said sleeply.
"Then sleep!" Brendon said, walking away back to his room.
"Ryan!" Brendon Squealed.
"What!" she yelled in my ear.
"Are you staying over?" he asked.
"NO!" Ryan yelled, "I'm going home right now."
"Bye George," I said.
"Bye, Ana," he said closing his door behind me.
In less than 10 minutes I was asleep.
Knock.
"Brendon or Ryan get the f*ck away from the door, before I call the police saying you tried to rape me!!" I screamed.
"Leigh, Ryan never meant to hurt your feelings, he doesn't know to treat women," Brendon said softly.
"You mean a girl!" I screamed from the other side of the door.
"Really?" Brendon asked.
"Yes really," I said, "Why don't you just leave you're not getting anything out of this!"
"Don't you want to talk?" He asked.
"Use common sense!! Of course I don't!" I sighed.
"You seem like you do!" Brendon said opening the door.
"How did you open the door, it was locked?" I asked. This dude is so messed up.
"I learned to pick open locked doors in my spare time," he said. He's the biggest dork ever.
"Don't you know how to leave me alone?" I asked. I seriously want to be alone.
"No," Ryan said coming into the room.
"What do you want?" I asked.
"I'm sorry for calling you a brat, I can lose control of myself," Ryan said trying to comfort me, "I take over my father's temper."
"Don't call me any bad name again! If you do you'll never see daylight again," I threatened
them. I can't believe they were scared of a 13 year old.
"Don't worry, we won't," Ryan said quickly.
"So is your name really George?" I asked.
"Yeah, but call me Ryan I like it better," Ryan repeated.
"I know how you feel my name is really Ana Leigh Boswell," I said.
"I didnt know that!" Brendon said.
"If you took the time to read the birth certificates I gave you this morning you'd know," I said.
"So when I get mad at you I'm going to call you Ana," Brendon said.
"Fine I don't care, because you won't ever get mad at me," I replied.
Brendon whispered something into Ryan ears. It looked like he was nibbling on his ear. Bad thought.
"Okay this one goes out to my almost daughter!" Brendon started.
It's these substandard motels on the (lalalalala) corner of 4th and Fremont Street.
Appealing only because they are just that un-appealing
Any practiced catholic would cross themselves upon entering.
The rooms have a hint of asbestos and maybe just a dash of formaldehyde,
And the habit of decomposing right before your very (lalalala) eyes.
Along with the people in (RYAN) side
What a wonderful caricature of intimacy
Inside, what a wonderful caricature of intimacy
Tonight tenants range from: a lawyer and a virgin
Accessorizing with a rosary tucked inside her lingerie
She's getting a job at the firm come Monday (RYAN)
The Mrs. will stay with the cheating attorney
moonlighting aside, she really needs his money (RYAN)
Oh, wonderful caricature of intimacy.
Yeah {Yeah} (BOTH SUNG BY RYAN AND BRENDON)
And not to mention, the constable, and his proposition, for that "virgin"
Yes, the one the lawyer met with on "strictly business"
as he said to the Mrs. Well, only hours before,
after he had left, she was fixing her face in a compact.
There was a terrible crash {There was a terrible crash} (RYAN)
Between her and the badge
She spilled her purse and her bag, and held a "purse" of a different kind.
Along with the people in (RYAN) side
What a wonderful caricature of intimacy
Inside, what a wonderful caricature of intimacy
There are no raindrops on roses and girls in white dresses.
It's sleeping with roaches and taking best guesses
At the shade of the sheets and before all the stains (RYAN)
And a few more of your least favorite things.
Raindrops on roses and girls in white dresses
It's sleeping with roaches and taking best guesses
At the shade of the sheets and before all the stains (RYAN)
And a few more of your least favorite things.
Inside, what a wonderful caricature of intimacy
Inside, what a wonderful caricature of intimacy
Raindrops on roses and girls in white dresses
It's sleeping with roaches and taking best guesses
At the shade of the sheets and before all the stains (RYAN)
And a few more of your least favorite things.
Raindrops on roses and the girls in white dresses
And sleeping with the roaches and they taking best guesses
At the shade of the sheets and before all the stains (RYAN)
And a few more of your least favorite things.
They put on a show. It was so cool. I've never been to a concert so this was pretty cool.
"Brendon can I go to one of your concerts?" I asked.
"Duh!!! You can even invite like four of your friends and give them backstage passes!"
Brendon said, "Because we have a show in New Jersey in 2 weeks."
"Are you serious?" I asked, "Geez I've never met anyone who would do that for me!"
"You're not just anyone Leigh," Ryan said, "You're B-den's kid!"
"Just make sure the media doesn't find out and stuff, they'll make me adopt every kid in the world!" Brendon laughed.
"Our secret is safe, besides I don't want people to find out you adopted me, all my old enemies would call me up and be like, OMG! You're adopted by Brendon Urie, I love him, and can you ask him if I can marry him! OMG!" I said laughing my head off.
Ryan and Brendon choked, it was very funny. I can sound so me and in a second sound like a prep.
"What time is it?" I asked.
Ryan looked at Brendon's watch because he was too lazy.
"It's like 2 A.M." he said.
"No wonder why I'm sleepy, In New Jersey it's like 5 A.M." I said sleeply.
"Then sleep!" Brendon said, walking away back to his room.
"Ryan!" Brendon Squealed.
"What!" she yelled in my ear.
"Are you staying over?" he asked.
"NO!" Ryan yelled, "I'm going home right now."
"Bye George," I said.
"Bye, Ana," he said closing his door behind me.
In less than 10 minutes I was asleep.
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