Categories > Celebrities > Panic! At The Disco > This May Call For A Proper Introduction


by ryanrossISsove 3 reviews

Probably the first and only death in the story.

Category: Panic! At The Disco - Rating: PG-13 - Genres: Drama,Humor,Romance - Published: 2007-08-18 - Updated: 2007-08-18 - 862 words

Amanda’s POV Brendon’s BODY-

I sat on Brendon’s couch, eating muffins and drinking a red bull. He had lots of that. I was watching some kind of documentary on kids who have turrets or something.
Pretty upsetting.

Suddenly, the phone rang. It was on the side table right near my arm, so I reached over and clicked talk.

“Hello?” I asked. I didn’t even bother to check the caller I.D

I heard sniffs, and then a big sob.

“Huh?” I asked. It sounded like Ryan, bawling his eyes out.

“Ryan?” I asked. My heart started beating a mile a minute. I jumped up from the couch, and started to pace.

“Br-Br-Bren-don…” I heard him sob.

“What happened?!” I asked. It sounded like he couldn’t breath because of how much he was crying.

“Sh…Shottttgunnn.“ He cried, It was hard to make out, but I’m sure he said Shotgun.

“Shotgun?” I asked.

“Brendon! He’s dead!” He cried, now just sobbing more and more.

“What?!” I asked, maybe if he stopped crying, I’d be able to understand.

“He’s dead Brendon!” He cried.

“Shotgun?” I asked.

“YES!” He cried, harder.

“Oh man, what happened?” I asked.

He sniffed.

“Will you please come here?” he asked, sounding extremely sad.

“Uh…” I said. I had never been to Ryan’s. Shit.

“Please Brendon, I need help. I can’t touch him. I gotta move him. I can explain what happened.” He sobbed.

“Sure, be right there.” I said, hanging up.

I paced, and went to find an address book. I finally grabbed one, and surfed through it.

“George Ross the third….” I said to myself, looking for his address.

Finally I found it. I jumped to my computer, and map quested it.

I smiled when I realized it was just down the street. Two blocks away, and so I printed the directions, and started off on foot.

I ran as fast as I could. Yes, I can’t drive, remember? I looked for signs where to turn, and soon came to a big fancy looking house. The mail box said “ROSS.”

I ran into the house, and knocked on the door.

After no reply, I barged it, breathing heavy.

“Brendon!” I heard. I turned and saw a red as a lobster Ryan. His cheeks were wet, and his eyes were just spewing tears.

“Shhh, it’s gonna be okay.” I said, holding out my arms for Ryan. He ran into them, and I hugged him, and he started to heavily sob.

“Thank you Brendon.” He sobbed.

“Shh, it’s okay.” I said, patting his back, and rocking side to side.

He held onto my shirt, his head in my shoulder, and cried his eyes out, as I whispered reassuring things into his ears.

After about twenty minutes, he pulled away, and looked at me, sniffing, and wiping his tears.

“Are you going to be alright?” I asked him.

He nodded.

“I came home-and realized I hadn’t seen Shotgun, so I went looking for him…” He started, wiping his tears.

“I found him, just lying on the ground. I thought he was sleeping.” He said, crying, and wiping.

“I shook him, he wouldn‘t wake up. That‘s when I realized he was dead. I think he choked on this.” he said, holding up half of a chopstick.
“I’m so sorry.” I said, hugging him again, this time for only a few seconds.

“Come on.” he said, taking my hand and leading me into his bedroom.

His house was very nice.

I walked into the bedroom, and Ryan covered his eyes, as I looked over the bed, and saw the tiny dog laying on the ground, his eyes closed.

He looked so peaceful, like he was sleeping. But I knew he would never wake up again.

I felt myself start crying. I had never knew Shotgun, but my weakness is definitely puppies. I love dogs.

“I’m sorry you had to see this Brendon. I know you and Shot were close. I’m sorry. I’m selfish…” Ryan started, seeing me crying. I wiped my eyes.

“It’s okay Ryan, I don’t blame you.” I said, bending down, and carefully picking the dead puppy up.

I cradled him in my arms, and looked down, the tears falling harder. He definitely wasn’t ready to leave, and I know Ryan knows this.

“I really loved him.” He said, coming up to me, as I cradled the puppy, crying my own eyes out.

“And you never won’t.” I told him.

He nodded, and wiped his eyes again, as I brought the puppy out to the living room.

“Well, we need to burry him.” I said, now choking back the rest of my tears.

“Yeah, we do.” he said.

“Alright, come on. Let’s get this over with.” I said, carrying Shotgun out to the back yard, while Ryan got some supplies.

Sad chapter for me to write, I love puppies with my life. Definitely my favorite animals. Don’t think it was easy for me to kill Shotgun. What it was, was necessary. Expect more soon.
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