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I Never Thought...
1 ReviewsYou know it's that time in Panic at the Disco's career where something devastating happened... *tear* *tear* You guys know what it is, so bring your tissues. :c
Brendon's POV:
It's later on in 2009 now, Ryan and I still going strong. Our tour's over, so that's good. A little resting time. We're at our house, in Nevada. Jon and Ryan called for a meeting. Funny, because we never have any. We all sat down at the kitchen table. They had a kind of worried look on their faces. Hmm...
"What's up guys?" I said in my normal, cheerful voice.
"So we gotta talk to you guys" Jon started.
"Listen, Brendon, Spencer. We have important news, but we aren't sure how you are going to take it." Ryan said, guilt in his eyes.
"We have talked about leaving the band a few times, but I think...-" Ryan started.
My heart skipped a beat, not in the good kind. What was happening? I thought we were a perfectly normal band.?
"-we are going to leave Panic at the Disco."
My mouth immediatly dropped open. I couldn't find the right words to speak though. My mind was confused with so many thoughts, it literally hurt.
"It's not any of us two, or you two." Jon said.
"It's just musical differences. That's all. We can't go around playing music half-heartedly right? We all need to be happy, and we both think it's for the best." Ryan finished.
"You're le-leaving m-m-ee?" I said, choking down an awful sob, my voice going a little high pitched too.
"Baby, I, it's for the best. I'm so, so sorry. You have to see it in my perpsective though.."
I looked over at Spencer and he had his head in his hands, crying silently with the occasional sniffling here and there. Poor, poor guy. I couldn't help it or take it anymore. I started pouring my eyes out, pleading them not to go. They couldn't just leave us like this! We could change the music type for them! Anything! Anything for them to stay! But they kept saying they couldn't. They packed all their stuff. This is possibly the worst thing that could ever happen. I never thought, it would end this way.
"You can't just leave us!" I yelled to them.
I went up to Ryan,
"Why?" I whispered, voice shaking.
"I just have to, it's for the best Brendon."
"How is it the best for me, Ryan? For Spencer? Did you see him pouring his eyes out, not saying a damn word?! He's heartbroken! I'm devastated! You can't leave me Ryan! I love you so damn fucking much! You fucking ass hole shit face! I hate you! I hate you! Oh my god, I love you. You are my heart and soul.." I pleaded, pushing him.
"I'm so sorry Brendon, I just can't do this. I have to go." He said, tears cascading down his face.
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They're, Jon and Ryan, are about to leave. No more Jon Walker or Ryan Ross. Wow, Panic at the Disco is actually about to break up. I can't believe it. I just can't fucking believe it. All of us are crying now. Cheers to the end.
"It-it was n-nice to know you guys. This all was an amazing experience, but it's our time to go now." Jon said.
Ryan nodded.
"Have fun you guys, keep Panic at the Disco going on" Ryan told us.
Me and Spencer both nodded.
"Can't I just have one more kiss Ryan?" I pleaded with all my heart.
"I will not kiss you, 'cause the hardest part of this is leaving you.."
And with that, they left. Panic at the Disco was now officially torn apart. I broke down even more into Spencer's arms as we watched them drive off.
"It's going to be fine Brendon, someday it will all be fine.." he said, face into my hair, grasping it.
I just wish it would be...
But for right now, we're all broken. And someday, just maybe someday, you'll come and fix these broken hearts. And we'll live happily ever after..
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I woke up in my bed, I wonder how I got here. I looked at the clock, only midnight. I tried and tried going back to bed, but I kept tossing and turning and my bed smelt like Ryan, which didn't help at all. I'm a mess. I walked to Spencer's room and went in.
"Spence?" I whispered, throat really dry.
"Mmm?"
"I can't sleep," my voice cracked.
"Come here Bren."
I walked over to his bed and he moved over. Then I layed down. I started crying. I mean who wouldn't be crying after all of this has been settled? It's reminding me of Ryan and I, laying in bed, when we were happy. Now I'm just torn and broken to pieces.
"Bren, stop crying please. I can't see you like this," Spencer said, putting his arms around me for comfort.
"I can't believe they would just leave Spencer! Ryan just left me!"
"I know Bren, I know" he moved my hair out of my face.
"Go to sleep Brendon" Spencer whispered.
About 20 minutes later I finally fell asleep.
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Jon's POV:
Ryan's a mess. We're in a band called The Young Veins now. More like our style of music. We're doing good despite the fact that me and Ryan left Panic at the Disco. I'm really upset about it, I mean it was for the best though. But Ryan? He's a train wreck. All he does is drink now. And me and the other boys found those certain drugs that get you high, you know what one's I'm talking about, in his drawer. He eats once a day, and doesn't sleep much. Sometimes I'll wake up in the middle of the night to hear Ryan crying. Me and Ryan have been sharing a house with the rest of the guys. They know what's going on and they try to help and cope with him. Sometimes, I wish things would go back to normal. When the four of us were Panic at the Disco.
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Spencer's POV:
Brendon's a mess. Our little resting time is over and it's back to us writing and making the songs. We're still at our old house. I've locked Jon's and Ryan's room and I have the keys to both of them. But anyways, Brendon's a mess; physically and emotionally. I've noticed cuts on his arms and wrists. I've also found a few razor blades. He sure doesn't try to hide it. He isn't eating or sleeping. He has bags under his eyes. He's always crying. The cheerful Brendon we all used to know is gone. And the worst part? I can't do a single thing about it. It's Ryan. Fucking Ryan Ross. He's the one who needs to come back into this poor lifeless man's life that once used to be the most brightest. Sometimes, I wish things would go back to normal. When the four of us were Panic at the Disco.
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Brendon's POV:
Everything's horrible. I cry and cry all day. I'm trying my best to just drop everything, I really am, but I just can't. It won't happen. The only time my worries and pains are away is when that beautiful metal blade runs across my pale, skinny arm.. Then everything's better. Then there are those days once a week that I'll get so drunk from drinking, I'll forget where I'm at and what my name is. Messed up? No. Just the new daily life for Brendon Urie. I'm a wreck, I know. I wonder how he is. If he knows how fucked up I am cause of him. Sometimes I just want to smash his face into a wall. Or the other times where I just want to break down and him telling me it's going to be alright, when it won't be.
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Ryan's POV:
I'm an emotional wreck. If I could change everything, I would. I messed it up, for the four of us. And what I turn to now? Drugs and alcohol. I'm starting to turn out just like my father, which I fear. I miss my Brennybear and Spencer so much. I've tried calling them but I chickened out, got mad, and threw my phone at the nearest wall. It easily broke. Then I broke down crying, pleading for Brendon. I'm hating what I'm becoming to. My life is messed up. I leave my band, and then I form another. Don't get me wrong, I love The Young Veins, but there's always that part of me that wants to quit, let the other three boys get huge, and me and Jon join Panic at the Disco again. Everything would be much better.
Pretty depressing...
tear,tear.
Hope you guys liked it
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(I just added this new chappppiee cuz I wanted you guys who are actually reading it to see what's going on)
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It's later on in 2009 now, Ryan and I still going strong. Our tour's over, so that's good. A little resting time. We're at our house, in Nevada. Jon and Ryan called for a meeting. Funny, because we never have any. We all sat down at the kitchen table. They had a kind of worried look on their faces. Hmm...
"What's up guys?" I said in my normal, cheerful voice.
"So we gotta talk to you guys" Jon started.
"Listen, Brendon, Spencer. We have important news, but we aren't sure how you are going to take it." Ryan said, guilt in his eyes.
"We have talked about leaving the band a few times, but I think...-" Ryan started.
My heart skipped a beat, not in the good kind. What was happening? I thought we were a perfectly normal band.?
"-we are going to leave Panic at the Disco."
My mouth immediatly dropped open. I couldn't find the right words to speak though. My mind was confused with so many thoughts, it literally hurt.
"It's not any of us two, or you two." Jon said.
"It's just musical differences. That's all. We can't go around playing music half-heartedly right? We all need to be happy, and we both think it's for the best." Ryan finished.
"You're le-leaving m-m-ee?" I said, choking down an awful sob, my voice going a little high pitched too.
"Baby, I, it's for the best. I'm so, so sorry. You have to see it in my perpsective though.."
I looked over at Spencer and he had his head in his hands, crying silently with the occasional sniffling here and there. Poor, poor guy. I couldn't help it or take it anymore. I started pouring my eyes out, pleading them not to go. They couldn't just leave us like this! We could change the music type for them! Anything! Anything for them to stay! But they kept saying they couldn't. They packed all their stuff. This is possibly the worst thing that could ever happen. I never thought, it would end this way.
"You can't just leave us!" I yelled to them.
I went up to Ryan,
"Why?" I whispered, voice shaking.
"I just have to, it's for the best Brendon."
"How is it the best for me, Ryan? For Spencer? Did you see him pouring his eyes out, not saying a damn word?! He's heartbroken! I'm devastated! You can't leave me Ryan! I love you so damn fucking much! You fucking ass hole shit face! I hate you! I hate you! Oh my god, I love you. You are my heart and soul.." I pleaded, pushing him.
"I'm so sorry Brendon, I just can't do this. I have to go." He said, tears cascading down his face.
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They're, Jon and Ryan, are about to leave. No more Jon Walker or Ryan Ross. Wow, Panic at the Disco is actually about to break up. I can't believe it. I just can't fucking believe it. All of us are crying now. Cheers to the end.
"It-it was n-nice to know you guys. This all was an amazing experience, but it's our time to go now." Jon said.
Ryan nodded.
"Have fun you guys, keep Panic at the Disco going on" Ryan told us.
Me and Spencer both nodded.
"Can't I just have one more kiss Ryan?" I pleaded with all my heart.
"I will not kiss you, 'cause the hardest part of this is leaving you.."
And with that, they left. Panic at the Disco was now officially torn apart. I broke down even more into Spencer's arms as we watched them drive off.
"It's going to be fine Brendon, someday it will all be fine.." he said, face into my hair, grasping it.
I just wish it would be...
But for right now, we're all broken. And someday, just maybe someday, you'll come and fix these broken hearts. And we'll live happily ever after..
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I woke up in my bed, I wonder how I got here. I looked at the clock, only midnight. I tried and tried going back to bed, but I kept tossing and turning and my bed smelt like Ryan, which didn't help at all. I'm a mess. I walked to Spencer's room and went in.
"Spence?" I whispered, throat really dry.
"Mmm?"
"I can't sleep," my voice cracked.
"Come here Bren."
I walked over to his bed and he moved over. Then I layed down. I started crying. I mean who wouldn't be crying after all of this has been settled? It's reminding me of Ryan and I, laying in bed, when we were happy. Now I'm just torn and broken to pieces.
"Bren, stop crying please. I can't see you like this," Spencer said, putting his arms around me for comfort.
"I can't believe they would just leave Spencer! Ryan just left me!"
"I know Bren, I know" he moved my hair out of my face.
"Go to sleep Brendon" Spencer whispered.
About 20 minutes later I finally fell asleep.
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Jon's POV:
Ryan's a mess. We're in a band called The Young Veins now. More like our style of music. We're doing good despite the fact that me and Ryan left Panic at the Disco. I'm really upset about it, I mean it was for the best though. But Ryan? He's a train wreck. All he does is drink now. And me and the other boys found those certain drugs that get you high, you know what one's I'm talking about, in his drawer. He eats once a day, and doesn't sleep much. Sometimes I'll wake up in the middle of the night to hear Ryan crying. Me and Ryan have been sharing a house with the rest of the guys. They know what's going on and they try to help and cope with him. Sometimes, I wish things would go back to normal. When the four of us were Panic at the Disco.
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Spencer's POV:
Brendon's a mess. Our little resting time is over and it's back to us writing and making the songs. We're still at our old house. I've locked Jon's and Ryan's room and I have the keys to both of them. But anyways, Brendon's a mess; physically and emotionally. I've noticed cuts on his arms and wrists. I've also found a few razor blades. He sure doesn't try to hide it. He isn't eating or sleeping. He has bags under his eyes. He's always crying. The cheerful Brendon we all used to know is gone. And the worst part? I can't do a single thing about it. It's Ryan. Fucking Ryan Ross. He's the one who needs to come back into this poor lifeless man's life that once used to be the most brightest. Sometimes, I wish things would go back to normal. When the four of us were Panic at the Disco.
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Brendon's POV:
Everything's horrible. I cry and cry all day. I'm trying my best to just drop everything, I really am, but I just can't. It won't happen. The only time my worries and pains are away is when that beautiful metal blade runs across my pale, skinny arm.. Then everything's better. Then there are those days once a week that I'll get so drunk from drinking, I'll forget where I'm at and what my name is. Messed up? No. Just the new daily life for Brendon Urie. I'm a wreck, I know. I wonder how he is. If he knows how fucked up I am cause of him. Sometimes I just want to smash his face into a wall. Or the other times where I just want to break down and him telling me it's going to be alright, when it won't be.
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Ryan's POV:
I'm an emotional wreck. If I could change everything, I would. I messed it up, for the four of us. And what I turn to now? Drugs and alcohol. I'm starting to turn out just like my father, which I fear. I miss my Brennybear and Spencer so much. I've tried calling them but I chickened out, got mad, and threw my phone at the nearest wall. It easily broke. Then I broke down crying, pleading for Brendon. I'm hating what I'm becoming to. My life is messed up. I leave my band, and then I form another. Don't get me wrong, I love The Young Veins, but there's always that part of me that wants to quit, let the other three boys get huge, and me and Jon join Panic at the Disco again. Everything would be much better.
Pretty depressing...
tear,tear.
Hope you guys liked it
-TeamRyden
(I just added this new chappppiee cuz I wanted you guys who are actually reading it to see what's going on)
:D
2 reviews for next oneee(:
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