Okay. I haven't posted fanfiction in FOREVER. Honestly. -wince- Bare with me. This will obviously have five chapters and omg, it is so corny. xD

I'll post the first two chapters today.


-The Five Senses-

1.Smell.

Brendon Urie looked at the girl sitting next to him with the curly red hair.

“Boy, you smell good!” he smiled.

“It’s called cherries. I smell like cherries, ‘cause my mom got some new body spray.”

“Oh. Well it smells good!” Brendon laughed. It was the first day of first grade, and he seemed to be the dorky one in the class. He looked at his blue pencil case, to his race car shirt, then back at his book bag, tucked inside his cubby. He frowned when he saw the book bag. “Riley! Do you like Star Wars? Because that’s on my book bag. I didn’t know if you didn’t like it. But I knew that your name is Riley because of the tag on your desk! Mine says Brendon. See? Bren-don,” He said, pointing to the syllables on his name tag.

“Yeah! I like Star Wars, too,” she smiled. She was proud of herself; she had yet to make a friend. “And I already know your name’s Brendon, silly. I can read, too! Mrs. Wills said I’m ahead of the class already.”

“Neat!” Brendon smiled. He couldn’t wait to get to his mom and tell her all about Riley, her curly red hair, cherry spray, and love of Star Wars.

2.Sight.

It was the last day of the fifth grade, a day that was surely hot and sticky. It was also the day of popsicles, swings, and the last-day-kickball game. Brendon was devouring his red, white, and blue popsicle.

“Brendon,” Riley giggled to her best friend of five years. “You have popsicle ALL OVER your mouth! You better grab a napkin.”

“Oh…” Brendon frowned. As soon as the blue popsicle stain was wiped away, he took one last lick before tossing it in the trash can. “Are you gonna’ go play kickball?”

“Yeah! It’s girls against boys.” Riley smiled proudly. She recalled all the weeks she’s been practicing.

“Well, you don’t have to worry,” Brendon started in a sassy tone. “The boys are going to beat the girls, obviously. Girls can’t play sports. And, also, everyone knows boys are tougher.”

“You just wait,” she was upset. She’d never seen the arrogant side of Brendon, even though they spend every waking moment together.

Brendon smirked as Riley pitched to him and he made it all the way back home. Three outs come quickly, though, and soon enough it’s Riley’s turn. She waved to him as she stood on the plate.

You can do this. You can. Show them girls aren’t wimps, Riley thought. She kicked with all her might and-whoa! It sailed through the air!

“Run! Run Riley,” the kids screamed. It flew over the fence, giving all the girls on bases the permission to go to the home plate they’d been waiting for. Riley ran and ran to home, happy dancing in the end.

Brendon knew one thing: Riley was tough. Like a boy!

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Thanks, guys! I haven't forgotten about this...I have the update finished now, I just have to post it. =D