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[A/N] After a long while of not posting, I've decided that maybe I should put something up. I want to become a creative butterfly. Butterflies are cool, right?
This here fic is centered on Brendon, and his single-ness. It won't be too long (I think). As a disclaimer, I don't own Panic. If I did, I probably wouldn't be using them as characters in a story. So if I haven't killed you of boredom yet, go ahead and read. -pokes- Please?
Chapter One: I'm Trying Not To Make A Scene
"So how many of you out there are single?" Ryan asked, speaking into the overly decorated microphone in front of him.
A loud roar and a sea of waving arms filled the theater, signaling to the band that each of those people were trying to say, 'Yes, I'm single!'
"Wow, that's a lot of you," Ryan said acknowledging the ecstatic response he received.
"Brendon here is single," Jon said.
Even more screams than before erupted from the crowd.
"If you're single, than this song is for you, because everybody needs a little bit of lovin'." Brendon announced as they started into 'Lying is the Most Fun a Girl Can Have Without Taking Her Clothes Off'.
It was the last show of the tour, and Brendon lay in his bunk alone after the "after party" that was thrown together by everyone who had participated in the tour. During every show they played, not once had Brendon been out of his element. In every performance, Brendon was on top of his game, giving his best effort to make the most of their set. Though Brendon was practically glowing through his pale skin at the concerts, afterward, his attitude would sink so low that no one could do anything to make him think about smiling.
All day, every day before a show, Brendon would watch Ryan, Spencer, and Jon make phone calls and send messages to their 'significant others'. They all had a girl back home, to laugh with and to love. Brendon on the other hand, had a dog. It wasn't that he didn't love his dog- he truly did. But something about having a dog instead of a girlfriend depressed him. Every night he would lay in his bunk alone, hoping to shut out the sounds of his bandmates speaking quietly into their phones, whispering an "I love you" to their lovers, but every attempt he made was in vain. Brendon just had to face the fact that he was alone. He was surrounded by people who really cared for him, but at the end of the day, they had their own lives to live, and Brendon just didn't have anyone to share his with.
The next morning, Ryan peeked into his bunk. "Hey Bren," he said quietly. "We're almost home. Are you going to your place?" Brendon opened one eye sleepily and gave a half smile. As he was about to speak, Ryan quickly moved his head out of the curtain, and greeted his girlfriend with a sweet, "Good morning, babe." When Brendon heard these words, his expression quickly fell to a blank once again. Ryan ducked his head into Brendon’s bunk again, looking happy and expectant for an answer.
"Yeah, I guess," was all he replied to Ryan.
"Alright. I'll let the driver know that he needs to stop by your place."
"Great. Thanks..." Brendon said apathetically before Ryan smiled at him and walked away quickly.
[A/N] (Again.) So there you have it. Any feedback and/or constructive criticism would be great, so don't forget to leave a note in the reviews. If I fail at writing, say so. If the text is too squishy and hard to read, let me know. Thanks for reading! =)
This here fic is centered on Brendon, and his single-ness. It won't be too long (I think). As a disclaimer, I don't own Panic. If I did, I probably wouldn't be using them as characters in a story. So if I haven't killed you of boredom yet, go ahead and read. -pokes- Please?
Chapter One: I'm Trying Not To Make A Scene
"So how many of you out there are single?" Ryan asked, speaking into the overly decorated microphone in front of him.
A loud roar and a sea of waving arms filled the theater, signaling to the band that each of those people were trying to say, 'Yes, I'm single!'
"Wow, that's a lot of you," Ryan said acknowledging the ecstatic response he received.
"Brendon here is single," Jon said.
Even more screams than before erupted from the crowd.
"If you're single, than this song is for you, because everybody needs a little bit of lovin'." Brendon announced as they started into 'Lying is the Most Fun a Girl Can Have Without Taking Her Clothes Off'.
It was the last show of the tour, and Brendon lay in his bunk alone after the "after party" that was thrown together by everyone who had participated in the tour. During every show they played, not once had Brendon been out of his element. In every performance, Brendon was on top of his game, giving his best effort to make the most of their set. Though Brendon was practically glowing through his pale skin at the concerts, afterward, his attitude would sink so low that no one could do anything to make him think about smiling.
All day, every day before a show, Brendon would watch Ryan, Spencer, and Jon make phone calls and send messages to their 'significant others'. They all had a girl back home, to laugh with and to love. Brendon on the other hand, had a dog. It wasn't that he didn't love his dog- he truly did. But something about having a dog instead of a girlfriend depressed him. Every night he would lay in his bunk alone, hoping to shut out the sounds of his bandmates speaking quietly into their phones, whispering an "I love you" to their lovers, but every attempt he made was in vain. Brendon just had to face the fact that he was alone. He was surrounded by people who really cared for him, but at the end of the day, they had their own lives to live, and Brendon just didn't have anyone to share his with.
The next morning, Ryan peeked into his bunk. "Hey Bren," he said quietly. "We're almost home. Are you going to your place?" Brendon opened one eye sleepily and gave a half smile. As he was about to speak, Ryan quickly moved his head out of the curtain, and greeted his girlfriend with a sweet, "Good morning, babe." When Brendon heard these words, his expression quickly fell to a blank once again. Ryan ducked his head into Brendon’s bunk again, looking happy and expectant for an answer.
"Yeah, I guess," was all he replied to Ryan.
"Alright. I'll let the driver know that he needs to stop by your place."
"Great. Thanks..." Brendon said apathetically before Ryan smiled at him and walked away quickly.
[A/N] (Again.) So there you have it. Any feedback and/or constructive criticism would be great, so don't forget to leave a note in the reviews. If I fail at writing, say so. If the text is too squishy and hard to read, let me know. Thanks for reading! =)
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