Categories > Celebrities > Panic! At The Disco > Forthcoming


by rydenshipper 3 Reviews

Ryan can't help being different. He was born this way. Some people call it a gift, but Ryan calls it a curse. Ryan can see things before they happen.

Category: Panic! At The Disco - Rating: R - Genres: Angst,Drama - Characters:  - Warnings: [V] - Published: 2012/02/24 - Updated: 2012/02/25 - 1135 words

I can't help being different. Most of the doctors and psychiatrists say its a gift; they've never seen anything like it before. They keep telling me that I can make a difference, I can save people. But I don't want to. I just keep to myself. I don't want anyone knowing that I'm different. Then I would just become some sort of pupet being controlled by greedy, selfless people.

It doesn't happen to me all the time. Only when something is important or when I try really hard. The thing is, I only see it a few seconds before it actually happens. It scares me that I may be too late to make a difference. Especially when it involves the ones I love. But so far I've never been too late and I plan to keep it that way.


The crowd went wild as we began our next song. This one was personally my favorite just because Brendon and I wrote it together. I began to strum my acoustic which was then joined by Brendon's perfect voice. Every word that came out of his mouth was sweet and flawless. I don't know what this song means to Brendon, but he always cries.

I glanced over to see him, tears threatening to fall.

"Look back at both feet and that winding knee
I missed your skin when you were east

Fuck. He forgot the lyrics.

"You clicked your heels and wished for me"

I joined in, trying to save his ass. He gazed at me, his eyes said it all. Just a simple thanks. I finally looked away from his rich, chocolate eyes.

We ended the song and continued with another. Before I knew it, we were heading off stage as the crowd roared for an oncore.

"Shit, that was a great concert!" Spencer exclaimed while me, Jon, and Brendon made our way to the dressing room.

"Yeah. Except for what the fuck happened, Brendon?" Jon asked, trying to hide his smile.

"Sorry about that." He mumbled while looking down at the floor.

We made our way to the dressing room. The first thing I did was sit on the couch that was in the back by the mirror. Jon and Spencer went into seperate bathrooms to change. Brendon walked over and took a seat next to me. It was quiet for a while untill I finally broke the silence.

"What do you think about?" I asked, hoping he'd catch on.

"Hmm? What do you mean?" But I knew that he knew what I was talking about.

"When we play Northern Downpour. What goes through your mind?" I clarified myself.

"I-I'm not even sure myslef." A small laugh escaped his lips. "Thanks, by the way. You saved my ass."

"No problem." I let a smile form across my lips.

Jon and Spencer were both done changing. I took this opportunity to get out of my own sweat-soaked clothing. I made my way to the room and shut the door behind me.

"So where are we going tonight?" I could hear Jon ask from behind the door.

"Jon, you serious? We went out drinking last night," Spencer added.

"So what? Now we have a reason to celebrate!" The concert we just had was one of our best preformances.

I finally finished dressing into my regular vest and jeans. I walked out of the room and joined the rest of the band. Brendon was already changed as well and was seated on the same couch.

"I'm up for a couple of rounds." I say, directing my conversation to Jon.

"Alright! Anyone else care to join?" He glances around the room hoping either Spencer or Brendon would join us.

"Eh, why the hell not," said Brendon as he lifted himslef from his seat.

"Coming Spence?" I asked, not wanting him to feel left out since he was the youngest.


Jon grabbed the keys and we all piled into the rental car.


After a couple of shots, I gathered up the group. We left, heading for the car.

"I'll drive," Jon slurs.

"Are you shitting me? Your piss drunk! I'll drive," says Spencer as he takes the keys from Jon and hops into the drivers seat, me in the passenger, and Brendon with a drunk Jon behind. Spencer starts the car and begins to drive us back to the tour busses.

"Did I ever tell you guys that you are my best friends? Really." Jon's speech is definitely slurred from one to many drinks.

"That's nice, Jon." Brendon says, trying to shut him up. "Ry, you mind turning on the radio?"

"Yeah, sure." I turn it on and put it on the true oldies staion. I don't really give a fuck what they think of my music taste. Spencer slams on the break, trying to stop for the red light. Fortunately, we didn't blow it.

Bright lights come from behind us. Then, the impact is so forcefull that it makes my head slam against the dash board. Recovering from the dizziness, I look to my left to see Spencer completely knocked out.

"Spence?" I ask, my voice hoarse. "Bren? Jon?" I scream their names. It's too painful to look behind me to see if they are alright. But I know they aren't because they would've responded."

"Get out of the car!" I scream as I frantically tried to undo my seat belt.

"What the fuck, Ry?" Spencer yells sounding concerned. I finally untangle myself from the strap and fall out of the car door. I look behind us and see a huge semi heading our way.

"Get out! Please get out!" I scream, begging. Brendon, without hesitation, joins me on the side of the road, the truck growing nearer.

"Please, Spence and Jon! Get out!" I use my hands to motion them. Tears begin to fall from my eyes.

"Seriously! I think you had too much to drink too!" adds Spence, but he too gets out of the car. "Jon, I think you should get out. I have no fucking clue why Ryan's freaking out, but usually he has a good reason."

"What the hell, Ry," Jon moans as he slowly unclips his seat belt and falls to the ground as he opens the door, just in time. The truck slams into our small rental car, pushing it about twenty feet forward.

I look at the guys as they just stare in disbelief. Spencer fumbled for his phone and quickly dialed 9-1-1. Brendon's gaze shifted from the massive car wreck to my frightened face.

"How?" He asked, staring into my teary eyes.

"I don't know." And that was the truth.

A/N Sorry if its long and boring. This will probably be continued. Please rate and review! Oh and the italics are what Ryan "sees".
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