Categories > Celebrities > Panic! At The Disco > Snap, your fingers for me
~Brendons POV~
I was sitting on the bus with the guys, hanging out, and talking a bit about the past, when one thing popped out in my head. "Hey guys, you remember highschool?" Ryan tried to shrink away, I forgot about his whole childhood experience. Spencer spoke up. "What about it? It was there and we survived." This caused the guys to laugh a little. "I don't know, I just, I thought about her for a min." At the mention of her, they seemed to have sunk back a little.
Ryan looked solomn. "Wow, its been way too long. What happened to her?" I couldn't help but show the frown on my face. "Who knows? I just hope she's ok. I mean, no one picks up and leaves out of the blue, and doesn't even tell you good-bye." I felt bad, for all I knew she could be dead, and I'm here, talking bad about her. I glanced at Jon and saw the confused look on his face. I couldn't help but smile. "Don't worry Jon. Its just a girl we knew that, helped bring this band together." I watched as he nodded his head in understanding. Spencer laughed. "You remember the time when she came over, soaking wet, and jumped Ryan when he answered the door?" I couldn't help but laugh at the blush that creeped across Ryans face. "How could I forget? Her boob prints were on his shirt for an hr!" We all laughed again and soon fell silent.
Ryan spoke really softly. "What makes me feel bad, is that I can't remember her face. But I can hear her voice." I had to keep a straight face on, because frankly, I was the same way. I could remeber everything about her, except what she looked like. What kind of friend was I to forget things like that? I looked up and out the window. I should've just kept my mouth shut because the whole bus got quiet. I hated silence more than anything. All I knew, is that if she were here, she'd know a way to break the silence and make you laugh. She'd bug the hell out of you to see you smile. And she'd always be there when you needed to talk. I whispered under my breath and watched it fog up the window. "God, I hope she's ok."
I was sitting on the bus with the guys, hanging out, and talking a bit about the past, when one thing popped out in my head. "Hey guys, you remember highschool?" Ryan tried to shrink away, I forgot about his whole childhood experience. Spencer spoke up. "What about it? It was there and we survived." This caused the guys to laugh a little. "I don't know, I just, I thought about her for a min." At the mention of her, they seemed to have sunk back a little.
Ryan looked solomn. "Wow, its been way too long. What happened to her?" I couldn't help but show the frown on my face. "Who knows? I just hope she's ok. I mean, no one picks up and leaves out of the blue, and doesn't even tell you good-bye." I felt bad, for all I knew she could be dead, and I'm here, talking bad about her. I glanced at Jon and saw the confused look on his face. I couldn't help but smile. "Don't worry Jon. Its just a girl we knew that, helped bring this band together." I watched as he nodded his head in understanding. Spencer laughed. "You remember the time when she came over, soaking wet, and jumped Ryan when he answered the door?" I couldn't help but laugh at the blush that creeped across Ryans face. "How could I forget? Her boob prints were on his shirt for an hr!" We all laughed again and soon fell silent.
Ryan spoke really softly. "What makes me feel bad, is that I can't remember her face. But I can hear her voice." I had to keep a straight face on, because frankly, I was the same way. I could remeber everything about her, except what she looked like. What kind of friend was I to forget things like that? I looked up and out the window. I should've just kept my mouth shut because the whole bus got quiet. I hated silence more than anything. All I knew, is that if she were here, she'd know a way to break the silence and make you laugh. She'd bug the hell out of you to see you smile. And she'd always be there when you needed to talk. I whispered under my breath and watched it fog up the window. "God, I hope she's ok."
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