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Lost in a simple game cat and mouse, are we the same people as before this came to light?
8 reviewsThis will be heaven for you... A long chapter with plenty of Ryan's POV About time she did a concert chapter.
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Lol btw any opinions about his new tatt? Ryan's must have read Chapter 17 of my fanfic haha... nah I'm just kidding =]
I'm intrigued, stunned, appalled, and attracted all at the same time. Is that possible? Of course it is. lmao
PS. Sorry about the wait... had so many uni assignments due AGAIN... but its all over now just have exams left... anyway I went through writer's block... and I just want this posted finally... I tried my best. I hope my best was good enough.
THE END
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Chapter 19: Lost in a simple game cat and mouse, are we the same people as before this came to light?
Ryan's POV
I had yelled at Chastity and her surprising change in behaviour, only to regret making such noise which made my head ache worse. My mind struggled to comprehend the conversation taking place before me, or rather the argument to be accurate. I curse my hangover for slowing down my reaction time. It took me longer than normal to realise that Pete may have been with Chastity before me. It also aroused the possibility that the baby may in fact not be mine. Then it all happened so fast.
The pounding in my skull and that nauseating sensation, disappeared the second I saw her hit the floor and everything on the table fall on top of her.
"Oh my god, the baby," I thought out loud.
I ran over to her, my head spinning as I held her in my arms. I shook it off and scanned her motionless body. Her eyes were closed. Her breathing was so shallow, I couldn't even be sure if she was still alive. Ever so gently, I shook her head trying to bring her out of unconsciousness. She wasn't responding.
"Oh god. I.. I.. I didn't mean to hit her that hard," stuttered Amara. "I don't know what came over me."
"SOMEONE, call an ambulance!"
"Ryan I'm so sorry," she said, her voice full of fear.
"Did he say baby?" I heard one of the guys mutter.
"JUST CALL A FUCKING AMBULANCE NOW!" I ordered like a madman.
"I'm trying Ry, I can't get reception," said an apologetic Spencer.
"Screw this... ZACH! DRIVE US TO THE HOSIPITAL, NOW!!!" I continued to yell. I was truly losing it. I've never spoken to Zach like that let alone anyone else.
"Please Zach," I finally whispered, feeling myself on the verge of tears.
I had no idea why I was crying. Chastity's news that I was going to be a father was scary and sudden all the same, but then to lose a possible son or daughter in the same time it took me to find out is even more frightening.
The sudden forward lurch of the bus forced everyone to fall forward then stumble around as they tried to regain their balance. Zach drove like a maniac to the hospital and we felt it in his turns and frequent honking. You'd think he was a real ambulance if it wasn't for the lack of a siren.
We rushed into the hospital the moment we arrived, crying out to any doctor that would hear our plea as we rushed to the nurses' station.
"Please help her, she was knocked unconscious I think... and she's pregnant." I begged the nurse in emergency.
Several excruciating moments later she was taken away on a gurney. My lip quivered profusely. My throat felt dry while I had the sickest feeling forming in my stomach. My hands were clammy and I battled to stop the shakes. Brendon noticed and sat me down on one of the numerous monotonous hospital chairs.
After 57 minutes dragged by, a doctor emerged. "Miss Jacobe is going to be fine. She sustained a small knock to the head followed by a bad fall," he said with a strong English accent.
Amara squirmed in her seat at this point.
"We found no internal bleeding, just some minor scratches and there may be heavy facial bruising but nothing time won't heal," he finished off with a warm smile and began to walk off.
"Doctor?" I called after him.
"Umm oh and yes Mr Ross you're free to go in and see her if you like. She's resting so one at a..."
"No, no. that's not what I was going to ask. The baby, doctor? How is.."
"Baby, sir? ... There's no baby." He said in a solemn tone.
My heart sank. The stomach acids had indeed found a way to make me feel sick. "Oh god she lost it."
"What baby? There was never a baby." The doctor's tone now filled with confusion
"But? She said she was..."
His facial expression had now formed that preset look of patronising empathy that all doctors must be trained to give in medical school when they're about to share their 'medical wisdom.'
"Son. Did your girlfriend see a doctor? ... because those store-bought tests frequently give false readings. I'm not sure if this is good or bad news but I assure you she was never pregnant."
I hate doctors.
"Umm, I'll have a talk with her. Thank you, doctor."
He nodded me off and headed down a corridor. I turned to the guys who had been watching me from the waiting room and gave me an approving nod to say I could go in and see her first.
I entered the room. The same monotonous white walls, white sheets and the sleeping patient in white robes brought a familiarity of previous hospital visits. Images of my father and Amara lying where Chastity now lay flashed before my eyes. However I didn't feel the same worry for her as I had with dad and Amara. I felt sick, and a growing anger at the possibility that there was no baby and she was lying all along for some sick, unknown reason.
As I drew closer, her eyes opened slowly and she smiled up at me. "Chastity, we need to talk about the baby," I told her firmly.
"I lost it, didn't I?" her voice full of sadness. Is she seriously still going on with this?
"I was going to name our baby, Peaches for a girl and Brooklyn for a boy," she said.
Yup, she is. Oh god, those names are ridiculous.
"Chastity... stop. How long have you known you were pregnant?"
"Umm couple days, I guess. I'm over a week late," she replied automatically.
"Did you take a pregnancy test?"
"Umm... well no. I just know okay! I'm never late and you were my first Ryro!" she insisted.
"CUT THE CRAP, CHASTITY!! I really find that hard to believe with the way you were going on back on the bus. How do I even know it's mine, huh? Is it Pete's?
"No, no it's not his. I never slept with Pete," she mumbled unconvincingly, her lip quivering.
"Well, then why would you make him look bad? And why would you say you're pregnant when you weren't even sure, Chastity!! You made it sound as if you were certain!"
"BECAUSE I COULD SEE I WAS LOSING YOU, RYAN!!" she broke down into tears.
"You... can't blame me... love... you..." she said through sobs.
"Chastity, was there ever a baby... or did you make it up?" I asked her sternly and patiently.
She didn't answer me but continued with incoherent sentences. "I... love... made... me... want... be with..."
"I'm sorry Chastity, but it's over. I can't do this. I can't deal with all the lies and drama. I just don't feel that way about you anymore. I can't even look at you the same. I never want to see your face again."
The crying ceased, her sorrowful eyes looked at me with great anger. "How dare you. I can't believe you're dumping me!"
Ha. I knew she was faking.
"Really now? You seriously can't believe it after what just happened?" I laughed for the first time.
"Did you forget who my fath..." she threatened but I cut her off.
"I know who your daddy is, and frankly I don't care anymore. There will be a plane ticket home for you at the airport when you get out of the hospital. Have a nice day."
I left her room still angered, but satisfied. I was right to never consider that she may have been mistaken about her pregnancy. My gut instinct had been right in telling me it was all a ruse.
I headed back to the waiting room when I was stopped by Amara at the coffee machine.
"Ryan... I am really sorry," she said.
"Not right now, Amara," I told her.
"I couldn't take her treating you badly. When I saw you hung-over, it felt like she was changing you for the worst."
"Now you know how I felt about your relationship with Pete," I snapped at her. "Just... forget it."
Both of us not knowing what to say, I left her and continued to the waiting room.
"Yup, she's fine. Now let's go," I told everyone.
They looked at me in confusion. "I said, let's go. I'll explain on the bus."
All members of Fall Out Boy, Panic! at the Disco, plus Lacey and Zach had returned on the bus. I gave Brendon a curious and questioning look as he closed the door behind him.
"She's staying with Wil tonight. Says she needs to catch up and mumbled some other bullshit excuse," said Brendon. "It's not like we blame her or anything, and I wanna see Wil too..." he trailed off.
I nodded in understanding, while trying to fake it as a nod of content. I turned to my journal and everyone just shrugged their shoulders' at one another.
"I think we all need a bit of time to ourselves," said Spencer.
After dinner that night, I sat the guys and Lacey down to tell them all about Chastity's supposed pregnancy. I held back on confession my intimate moment with Amara but I'm pretty sure they all had their suspicions.
Narrator's POV
Several weeks had passed, three long weeks to be exact, full of awkwardness between all parties. You could sense the tension between Amara, Ryan and Pete. No one wanted to bring up Amara with Ryan, let alone mention Chastity. Spencer tried to get through to Ryan and see if he was dealing, only to be shut out by his childhood friend. Pete had become sullen and broody, causing every contact with Amara to end in awkward silences. He avoided Ryan as much as possible, and Ryan avoided everyone altogether. Every bus resident felt like they were walking on eggshells, and even worse they were unsure why the atmosphere had grown so thick.
For over a week Amara was too scared to face Ryan so she avoided him at all cost, spending all her time with Wil and the boys. Although Chastity was out of the picture, no longer standing in her way of being with Ryan, she couldn't help but feel guilty that she drove her away, and caused her to lose their baby. This was until Brendon told her the trust about the non-existent baby. This removed most of the guilt, and she was able to be around Ryan and even make small chit-chat. However, Amara had grown scared of the person she had become, the kind of someone who would knowingly hit a pregnant woman. Brendon tried to convince her it wasn't all her fault seeing as Chastity had provoked her, but Amara could not share his optimism.
Seeing Wil again was nice. She remembered the times he'd keep her company while she waited for her boyfriend to come home. It was too hard to keep in contact with Wil after she broke up with his brother. Seeing a new male face was a nice change from the eight she had spent the past months with, especially with the tension that was hovering around the bus.
Tonight the boys would be performing for the last time in the Europe leg of the tour. As always, final shows demanded something extra special of the band members, something extravagant to earn MVP of the night.
"Boys, remember the deal, everyone has to do something out there. You all know what happens when you break tradition, so make it good," Jon reminded his band members.
Everyone was hoping for the final show to be the thing that restores everything back like old times, they didn't need to be told. All the hype of the final show was doing exactly that. Amara admired Ryan in his stage costume and couldn't help but smile coyly at him. Ryan caught her reflection as he put his makeup on and couldn't help but smirk, each forgetting about the tension. Pete had miraculously returned to his boyish self for the night and was psyching himself up by wrestling Jon. Patrick was doing his usual pre-show melodies while Joe and Brendon played Guitar Hero II. Spencer and Andy were looking through up SJC drum sets online.
"5 minutes, guys!" called out one of the managers.
Ryan's POV
I watched as Pete and the guys took their positions on stage, welcomed by the roar of over 5,000 voices.
"Where is your boy tonight? I hope he is a gentleman..." Patrick sang melodically.
"AND MAYBE HE WON'T FIND OUT WHAT I KNOW. YOU WERE THE LAST GOOD THING ABOUT THIS PART OF TOWNNNN," chorused the crowd in unison.
As expected at any typical Fall Out Boy/Panic! at the Disco concert, with a crowd full of die-hard fans coming to watch their idols perform live to them, both performers and the audience went off!!
This put Fall Out Boy on a serious high, even more so than normally. Already the crowd was getting a taste of the Troh-mania and Pete's crazy unchoreographed moves.
20 minutes later, and then an additional 10 minutes of set changing, it was time for Panic! at the Disco to walk into their spotlight for the last time in England.
"Break a leg," joked Wil, hi-fiving the band as they walked on stage.
"Yeah, break a leg Ry," she smiled at me.
We were all pumped and ready to go.
We were three-quarters through Time to Dance when Jon walked up to Brendon as he sang, "Boys will be boys, baby" and played along with his bass in a mocking manner, before licking the strings as the song ended.
Oh dear lord, he's been possessed by Wentz.
And the girls went crazy for it and a couple males too. Wow, Jon's stepping up tonight it's causing me to talk all ghetto. Oh dear lord, I just thought to myself GHETTO! Stupid J-Walk. I sang back up to Brendon, doing my usual solo bits.
"Ba-ba-ba-dah"
"Just sit /baccck/."
"The bruises and contusions will remind me what you did when you wake."
We finished Nails/, and I still had nothing that could match the others' MVP performances. I had to up the ante, Brendon had been flaunting his little Mormon ass all over the stage during the first act. I could see Amara, Wil and Fall Out Boy watching us from the side. I turned to face them for a second and caught Amara giving me a small encouraging smile. My heart fluttered, adding to the exhilaration we were already feeling from the night's performance and the crowd. Well that was until my eyes led to Wil's hand sitting /comfortably on Amara's shoulder in a possessive 'brotherly' manner.
"Let's get these teen hearts beating faster, faster..." I sang.
Spencer ended with an awesome drum solo, changing the tempo of the intermission. He stayed on stage for several more minutes, geeing up the crowd before joining us back stage.
"Is anything going on between Wil and Amara?" I heard Jon ask Brendon.
"Nah, I doubt it. He's grown up and all, but age matters to Amara. You know she likes them old," joked Brendon.
Hmmm, looks like I didn't have to ask after all.
Brendon called first shower, while I touched up my make up. Well I pretended to touch it up, not much needed to be done, while I watched Amara and Wil standing by the wings, laughing at the dancers' anecdotes about all the band members.
"R/yaaan/... you gotta be in it to win it," taunted Brendon while parading his MVP from last night's performance. I turned to see Brendon, hair dripping wet, using the MVP belt to hold the towel up around his waist.
I just gave him a look, and then I gave Zach a look, who then whipped the belt from around Brendon's middle and whacked him on the head with it.
"Get changed you, douchebag!" said Zach. Everyone just laughed and went back to changing for the next set.
Brendon was clapping getting the crowd worked up, and then as the song ended he fell dramatically to the floor. He gestured to Jon who came over and pretended to kick him in the head. Spencer was still drumming and nodded at me to check on him. I knew he was faking, but walked over anyway and then quickly sat down on his chest.
I leaned in close to his face pretending to go in for a kiss, just like he had last Halloween. A wave of girlish squeals and gasps came from the crowd. "Looks like I'll be taking your lovely MVP belt," I smiled at him, my taunts causing him to push me off. I quickly stood up so I didn't fall flat on my back.
I'm totally gonna get points for this. Fans love seeing any insinuated homosexuality between us to write in their slash. Ha ha.
We were up to the second last song, and Brendon had not come up with anything to top my little stunt. I was feeling very smug and confident. I felt very impulsive almost invincible, the wonderful high of performing, doing what you love and having fun on stage at the same time. In the spirit of the night I decided to do one more stunt to bag that MVP belt.
Brendon was at the keyboard playing Esteban with his elbows. Pfft, that doesn't count - he does it all the time.
I then headed toward the side of the stage and had a small running start before sliding across the stage to fall in front of where Brendon was playing. Jon joined me and strummed til the end. I was feeling the song, that moment, everything! I let the music take over my body and leaned backwards onto the stage playing my guitar right til the end of the song.
A loud uproar came from the barrier, the back of the theatre, and all the sides.
Brendon was shocked, with a slight annoyance in his face, which then turned into a very smug look. Typical Bren, always having to put on a show and look cocky, never defeated.
We played the final and favourite song of the night, Build God, Then We'll Talk.
I sang along for the final time that night, "At the shade of the sheets and before all the stains."
I watched as he hopped onto Zach's shoulders and hi-five people as he was carried in front of the barrier. Then just when I thought I had it in the bag, Brendon had to go and pull a stunt to take both the cake, and the MVP belt.
"And a few more of your least favourite /THINGSSSS/!!!!!!!!" he finished as Zach placed him back on stage, but instead of going to the keyboard, he took a running start and dived off stage. His lower half was caught by Zach and several other bodyguards, while the rest of him floated above the crowd at the barrier. Eric had covered Brendon during the end of /Build God/, and once the song ended Brendon was pulled him from the grasp of screaming girls.
"Sorry Ry, better luck next time. Sometimes you just gotta go all in," he winked.
Amara gave the boys high-fives as they walked off stage. I was last in line, Brendon stunt left me in awe, his words echoing through my head. I snapped out of it as I found myself standing in front of Amara. She hesitated for a moment, but then she flashed her pearly whites and raised her right hand. I took one look at her beautiful smile and her warm eyes before pulling her towards me, my hands holding her close at the waist. I felt my lips crash down on hers just like the night at the cabin.
It was a kiss that brought sheer bliss, a kiss that spoke a million words, and disregarded all the idiotic behaviour of the last three weeks, and announced all feelings that had been kept back.
This was the kiss that announced their beginning of always.
"All in," he whispered.
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How will she react?
Review first then answer my next question .. lol
A/N: Out of curiosity... it's at LEAST five more chapters til the end... so should I sum up everything ... or end it with the possibility for a sequel?
But if you feel this fic needs to end, and have no sequel to ruin it let me know =]
I'm intrigued, stunned, appalled, and attracted all at the same time. Is that possible? Of course it is. lmao
PS. Sorry about the wait... had so many uni assignments due AGAIN... but its all over now just have exams left... anyway I went through writer's block... and I just want this posted finally... I tried my best. I hope my best was good enough.
THE END
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Chapter 19: Lost in a simple game cat and mouse, are we the same people as before this came to light?
Ryan's POV
I had yelled at Chastity and her surprising change in behaviour, only to regret making such noise which made my head ache worse. My mind struggled to comprehend the conversation taking place before me, or rather the argument to be accurate. I curse my hangover for slowing down my reaction time. It took me longer than normal to realise that Pete may have been with Chastity before me. It also aroused the possibility that the baby may in fact not be mine. Then it all happened so fast.
The pounding in my skull and that nauseating sensation, disappeared the second I saw her hit the floor and everything on the table fall on top of her.
"Oh my god, the baby," I thought out loud.
I ran over to her, my head spinning as I held her in my arms. I shook it off and scanned her motionless body. Her eyes were closed. Her breathing was so shallow, I couldn't even be sure if she was still alive. Ever so gently, I shook her head trying to bring her out of unconsciousness. She wasn't responding.
"Oh god. I.. I.. I didn't mean to hit her that hard," stuttered Amara. "I don't know what came over me."
"SOMEONE, call an ambulance!"
"Ryan I'm so sorry," she said, her voice full of fear.
"Did he say baby?" I heard one of the guys mutter.
"JUST CALL A FUCKING AMBULANCE NOW!" I ordered like a madman.
"I'm trying Ry, I can't get reception," said an apologetic Spencer.
"Screw this... ZACH! DRIVE US TO THE HOSIPITAL, NOW!!!" I continued to yell. I was truly losing it. I've never spoken to Zach like that let alone anyone else.
"Please Zach," I finally whispered, feeling myself on the verge of tears.
I had no idea why I was crying. Chastity's news that I was going to be a father was scary and sudden all the same, but then to lose a possible son or daughter in the same time it took me to find out is even more frightening.
The sudden forward lurch of the bus forced everyone to fall forward then stumble around as they tried to regain their balance. Zach drove like a maniac to the hospital and we felt it in his turns and frequent honking. You'd think he was a real ambulance if it wasn't for the lack of a siren.
We rushed into the hospital the moment we arrived, crying out to any doctor that would hear our plea as we rushed to the nurses' station.
"Please help her, she was knocked unconscious I think... and she's pregnant." I begged the nurse in emergency.
Several excruciating moments later she was taken away on a gurney. My lip quivered profusely. My throat felt dry while I had the sickest feeling forming in my stomach. My hands were clammy and I battled to stop the shakes. Brendon noticed and sat me down on one of the numerous monotonous hospital chairs.
After 57 minutes dragged by, a doctor emerged. "Miss Jacobe is going to be fine. She sustained a small knock to the head followed by a bad fall," he said with a strong English accent.
Amara squirmed in her seat at this point.
"We found no internal bleeding, just some minor scratches and there may be heavy facial bruising but nothing time won't heal," he finished off with a warm smile and began to walk off.
"Doctor?" I called after him.
"Umm oh and yes Mr Ross you're free to go in and see her if you like. She's resting so one at a..."
"No, no. that's not what I was going to ask. The baby, doctor? How is.."
"Baby, sir? ... There's no baby." He said in a solemn tone.
My heart sank. The stomach acids had indeed found a way to make me feel sick. "Oh god she lost it."
"What baby? There was never a baby." The doctor's tone now filled with confusion
"But? She said she was..."
His facial expression had now formed that preset look of patronising empathy that all doctors must be trained to give in medical school when they're about to share their 'medical wisdom.'
"Son. Did your girlfriend see a doctor? ... because those store-bought tests frequently give false readings. I'm not sure if this is good or bad news but I assure you she was never pregnant."
I hate doctors.
"Umm, I'll have a talk with her. Thank you, doctor."
He nodded me off and headed down a corridor. I turned to the guys who had been watching me from the waiting room and gave me an approving nod to say I could go in and see her first.
I entered the room. The same monotonous white walls, white sheets and the sleeping patient in white robes brought a familiarity of previous hospital visits. Images of my father and Amara lying where Chastity now lay flashed before my eyes. However I didn't feel the same worry for her as I had with dad and Amara. I felt sick, and a growing anger at the possibility that there was no baby and she was lying all along for some sick, unknown reason.
As I drew closer, her eyes opened slowly and she smiled up at me. "Chastity, we need to talk about the baby," I told her firmly.
"I lost it, didn't I?" her voice full of sadness. Is she seriously still going on with this?
"I was going to name our baby, Peaches for a girl and Brooklyn for a boy," she said.
Yup, she is. Oh god, those names are ridiculous.
"Chastity... stop. How long have you known you were pregnant?"
"Umm couple days, I guess. I'm over a week late," she replied automatically.
"Did you take a pregnancy test?"
"Umm... well no. I just know okay! I'm never late and you were my first Ryro!" she insisted.
"CUT THE CRAP, CHASTITY!! I really find that hard to believe with the way you were going on back on the bus. How do I even know it's mine, huh? Is it Pete's?
"No, no it's not his. I never slept with Pete," she mumbled unconvincingly, her lip quivering.
"Well, then why would you make him look bad? And why would you say you're pregnant when you weren't even sure, Chastity!! You made it sound as if you were certain!"
"BECAUSE I COULD SEE I WAS LOSING YOU, RYAN!!" she broke down into tears.
"You... can't blame me... love... you..." she said through sobs.
"Chastity, was there ever a baby... or did you make it up?" I asked her sternly and patiently.
She didn't answer me but continued with incoherent sentences. "I... love... made... me... want... be with..."
"I'm sorry Chastity, but it's over. I can't do this. I can't deal with all the lies and drama. I just don't feel that way about you anymore. I can't even look at you the same. I never want to see your face again."
The crying ceased, her sorrowful eyes looked at me with great anger. "How dare you. I can't believe you're dumping me!"
Ha. I knew she was faking.
"Really now? You seriously can't believe it after what just happened?" I laughed for the first time.
"Did you forget who my fath..." she threatened but I cut her off.
"I know who your daddy is, and frankly I don't care anymore. There will be a plane ticket home for you at the airport when you get out of the hospital. Have a nice day."
I left her room still angered, but satisfied. I was right to never consider that she may have been mistaken about her pregnancy. My gut instinct had been right in telling me it was all a ruse.
I headed back to the waiting room when I was stopped by Amara at the coffee machine.
"Ryan... I am really sorry," she said.
"Not right now, Amara," I told her.
"I couldn't take her treating you badly. When I saw you hung-over, it felt like she was changing you for the worst."
"Now you know how I felt about your relationship with Pete," I snapped at her. "Just... forget it."
Both of us not knowing what to say, I left her and continued to the waiting room.
"Yup, she's fine. Now let's go," I told everyone.
They looked at me in confusion. "I said, let's go. I'll explain on the bus."
All members of Fall Out Boy, Panic! at the Disco, plus Lacey and Zach had returned on the bus. I gave Brendon a curious and questioning look as he closed the door behind him.
"She's staying with Wil tonight. Says she needs to catch up and mumbled some other bullshit excuse," said Brendon. "It's not like we blame her or anything, and I wanna see Wil too..." he trailed off.
I nodded in understanding, while trying to fake it as a nod of content. I turned to my journal and everyone just shrugged their shoulders' at one another.
"I think we all need a bit of time to ourselves," said Spencer.
After dinner that night, I sat the guys and Lacey down to tell them all about Chastity's supposed pregnancy. I held back on confession my intimate moment with Amara but I'm pretty sure they all had their suspicions.
Narrator's POV
Several weeks had passed, three long weeks to be exact, full of awkwardness between all parties. You could sense the tension between Amara, Ryan and Pete. No one wanted to bring up Amara with Ryan, let alone mention Chastity. Spencer tried to get through to Ryan and see if he was dealing, only to be shut out by his childhood friend. Pete had become sullen and broody, causing every contact with Amara to end in awkward silences. He avoided Ryan as much as possible, and Ryan avoided everyone altogether. Every bus resident felt like they were walking on eggshells, and even worse they were unsure why the atmosphere had grown so thick.
For over a week Amara was too scared to face Ryan so she avoided him at all cost, spending all her time with Wil and the boys. Although Chastity was out of the picture, no longer standing in her way of being with Ryan, she couldn't help but feel guilty that she drove her away, and caused her to lose their baby. This was until Brendon told her the trust about the non-existent baby. This removed most of the guilt, and she was able to be around Ryan and even make small chit-chat. However, Amara had grown scared of the person she had become, the kind of someone who would knowingly hit a pregnant woman. Brendon tried to convince her it wasn't all her fault seeing as Chastity had provoked her, but Amara could not share his optimism.
Seeing Wil again was nice. She remembered the times he'd keep her company while she waited for her boyfriend to come home. It was too hard to keep in contact with Wil after she broke up with his brother. Seeing a new male face was a nice change from the eight she had spent the past months with, especially with the tension that was hovering around the bus.
Tonight the boys would be performing for the last time in the Europe leg of the tour. As always, final shows demanded something extra special of the band members, something extravagant to earn MVP of the night.
"Boys, remember the deal, everyone has to do something out there. You all know what happens when you break tradition, so make it good," Jon reminded his band members.
Everyone was hoping for the final show to be the thing that restores everything back like old times, they didn't need to be told. All the hype of the final show was doing exactly that. Amara admired Ryan in his stage costume and couldn't help but smile coyly at him. Ryan caught her reflection as he put his makeup on and couldn't help but smirk, each forgetting about the tension. Pete had miraculously returned to his boyish self for the night and was psyching himself up by wrestling Jon. Patrick was doing his usual pre-show melodies while Joe and Brendon played Guitar Hero II. Spencer and Andy were looking through up SJC drum sets online.
"5 minutes, guys!" called out one of the managers.
Ryan's POV
I watched as Pete and the guys took their positions on stage, welcomed by the roar of over 5,000 voices.
"Where is your boy tonight? I hope he is a gentleman..." Patrick sang melodically.
"AND MAYBE HE WON'T FIND OUT WHAT I KNOW. YOU WERE THE LAST GOOD THING ABOUT THIS PART OF TOWNNNN," chorused the crowd in unison.
As expected at any typical Fall Out Boy/Panic! at the Disco concert, with a crowd full of die-hard fans coming to watch their idols perform live to them, both performers and the audience went off!!
This put Fall Out Boy on a serious high, even more so than normally. Already the crowd was getting a taste of the Troh-mania and Pete's crazy unchoreographed moves.
20 minutes later, and then an additional 10 minutes of set changing, it was time for Panic! at the Disco to walk into their spotlight for the last time in England.
"Break a leg," joked Wil, hi-fiving the band as they walked on stage.
"Yeah, break a leg Ry," she smiled at me.
We were all pumped and ready to go.
We were three-quarters through Time to Dance when Jon walked up to Brendon as he sang, "Boys will be boys, baby" and played along with his bass in a mocking manner, before licking the strings as the song ended.
Oh dear lord, he's been possessed by Wentz.
And the girls went crazy for it and a couple males too. Wow, Jon's stepping up tonight it's causing me to talk all ghetto. Oh dear lord, I just thought to myself GHETTO! Stupid J-Walk. I sang back up to Brendon, doing my usual solo bits.
"Ba-ba-ba-dah"
"Just sit /baccck/."
"The bruises and contusions will remind me what you did when you wake."
We finished Nails/, and I still had nothing that could match the others' MVP performances. I had to up the ante, Brendon had been flaunting his little Mormon ass all over the stage during the first act. I could see Amara, Wil and Fall Out Boy watching us from the side. I turned to face them for a second and caught Amara giving me a small encouraging smile. My heart fluttered, adding to the exhilaration we were already feeling from the night's performance and the crowd. Well that was until my eyes led to Wil's hand sitting /comfortably on Amara's shoulder in a possessive 'brotherly' manner.
"Let's get these teen hearts beating faster, faster..." I sang.
Spencer ended with an awesome drum solo, changing the tempo of the intermission. He stayed on stage for several more minutes, geeing up the crowd before joining us back stage.
"Is anything going on between Wil and Amara?" I heard Jon ask Brendon.
"Nah, I doubt it. He's grown up and all, but age matters to Amara. You know she likes them old," joked Brendon.
Hmmm, looks like I didn't have to ask after all.
Brendon called first shower, while I touched up my make up. Well I pretended to touch it up, not much needed to be done, while I watched Amara and Wil standing by the wings, laughing at the dancers' anecdotes about all the band members.
"R/yaaan/... you gotta be in it to win it," taunted Brendon while parading his MVP from last night's performance. I turned to see Brendon, hair dripping wet, using the MVP belt to hold the towel up around his waist.
I just gave him a look, and then I gave Zach a look, who then whipped the belt from around Brendon's middle and whacked him on the head with it.
"Get changed you, douchebag!" said Zach. Everyone just laughed and went back to changing for the next set.
Brendon was clapping getting the crowd worked up, and then as the song ended he fell dramatically to the floor. He gestured to Jon who came over and pretended to kick him in the head. Spencer was still drumming and nodded at me to check on him. I knew he was faking, but walked over anyway and then quickly sat down on his chest.
I leaned in close to his face pretending to go in for a kiss, just like he had last Halloween. A wave of girlish squeals and gasps came from the crowd. "Looks like I'll be taking your lovely MVP belt," I smiled at him, my taunts causing him to push me off. I quickly stood up so I didn't fall flat on my back.
I'm totally gonna get points for this. Fans love seeing any insinuated homosexuality between us to write in their slash. Ha ha.
We were up to the second last song, and Brendon had not come up with anything to top my little stunt. I was feeling very smug and confident. I felt very impulsive almost invincible, the wonderful high of performing, doing what you love and having fun on stage at the same time. In the spirit of the night I decided to do one more stunt to bag that MVP belt.
Brendon was at the keyboard playing Esteban with his elbows. Pfft, that doesn't count - he does it all the time.
I then headed toward the side of the stage and had a small running start before sliding across the stage to fall in front of where Brendon was playing. Jon joined me and strummed til the end. I was feeling the song, that moment, everything! I let the music take over my body and leaned backwards onto the stage playing my guitar right til the end of the song.
A loud uproar came from the barrier, the back of the theatre, and all the sides.
Brendon was shocked, with a slight annoyance in his face, which then turned into a very smug look. Typical Bren, always having to put on a show and look cocky, never defeated.
We played the final and favourite song of the night, Build God, Then We'll Talk.
I sang along for the final time that night, "At the shade of the sheets and before all the stains."
I watched as he hopped onto Zach's shoulders and hi-five people as he was carried in front of the barrier. Then just when I thought I had it in the bag, Brendon had to go and pull a stunt to take both the cake, and the MVP belt.
"And a few more of your least favourite /THINGSSSS/!!!!!!!!" he finished as Zach placed him back on stage, but instead of going to the keyboard, he took a running start and dived off stage. His lower half was caught by Zach and several other bodyguards, while the rest of him floated above the crowd at the barrier. Eric had covered Brendon during the end of /Build God/, and once the song ended Brendon was pulled him from the grasp of screaming girls.
"Sorry Ry, better luck next time. Sometimes you just gotta go all in," he winked.
Amara gave the boys high-fives as they walked off stage. I was last in line, Brendon stunt left me in awe, his words echoing through my head. I snapped out of it as I found myself standing in front of Amara. She hesitated for a moment, but then she flashed her pearly whites and raised her right hand. I took one look at her beautiful smile and her warm eyes before pulling her towards me, my hands holding her close at the waist. I felt my lips crash down on hers just like the night at the cabin.
It was a kiss that brought sheer bliss, a kiss that spoke a million words, and disregarded all the idiotic behaviour of the last three weeks, and announced all feelings that had been kept back.
This was the kiss that announced their beginning of always.
"All in," he whispered.
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How will she react?
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A/N: Out of curiosity... it's at LEAST five more chapters til the end... so should I sum up everything ... or end it with the possibility for a sequel?
But if you feel this fic needs to end, and have no sequel to ruin it let me know =]
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