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Who could love me, I am out of my mind?
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Ryan's POV. Review?
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Wow. Just, wow. I leave Brendon and Nicole alone for half an hour, and I walk in on my best friend telling my girlfriend that he loves her. What. The. FUCK?!
"Brendon Boyd Urie!," I screamed, the veins in my neck bulging. "Who the fuck do you think you are?"
"Ryan, breathe," she said, her baby-soft hands clasping around my wrists, trying to unclench my fists.
"But he... I... you..."
"I only have eyes for you, babe," she said, turning back to Brendon with an apologetic look. I tried to pull her away, but she forced her tiny hand out of mine. "He might have pissed both of us off, but I need to tell him something."but it was ridiculously good.
I, don't love you, I'm just passing the time.
You, could love me if I knew how to lie.
But who, could love me, I am out of my mind.
Throwing a line out to sea,
"Whatever." I stormed out of the room and reached for the red iPod nano that rested on the table. But I heard something I hadn't heard in a while coming out of the room that Nicole and Brendon were in: the quiet strumming of an acoustic guitar. I walked back to the room and pressed my ear against the closed door and heard Nicole singing. It was definitely an original,
To see is I can catch a dream.
I scrawled down those words on my hand and dashed out the bus, sprinting to the final sound check of Panic!'s first headlining tour.
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A/N: It's a filler. Writer's block, it sucks ass.
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Wow. Just, wow. I leave Brendon and Nicole alone for half an hour, and I walk in on my best friend telling my girlfriend that he loves her. What. The. FUCK?!
"Brendon Boyd Urie!," I screamed, the veins in my neck bulging. "Who the fuck do you think you are?"
"Ryan, breathe," she said, her baby-soft hands clasping around my wrists, trying to unclench my fists.
"But he... I... you..."
"I only have eyes for you, babe," she said, turning back to Brendon with an apologetic look. I tried to pull her away, but she forced her tiny hand out of mine. "He might have pissed both of us off, but I need to tell him something."but it was ridiculously good.
I, don't love you, I'm just passing the time.
You, could love me if I knew how to lie.
But who, could love me, I am out of my mind.
Throwing a line out to sea,
"Whatever." I stormed out of the room and reached for the red iPod nano that rested on the table. But I heard something I hadn't heard in a while coming out of the room that Nicole and Brendon were in: the quiet strumming of an acoustic guitar. I walked back to the room and pressed my ear against the closed door and heard Nicole singing. It was definitely an original,
To see is I can catch a dream.
I scrawled down those words on my hand and dashed out the bus, sprinting to the final sound check of Panic!'s first headlining tour.
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A/N: It's a filler. Writer's block, it sucks ass.
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