violent suicide (crazy_me_haha) wrote, @ 2006-10-19 20:24:00

nueve.
Title: Untitled [as of now]
Author: crazy_me_haha
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Brendon/OFC & Ryan/OFC
Summary: There’s only one way to warm me up: reach for another stick, place it between my lips and light it up.
Disclaimer: Faker than fake.

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Thank God the band isn’t here right now and is at somewhere else. Now this is my chance to smoke after how many weeks have gone by of being deprived of my cigarettes. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, Emmy Grey smokes; however, I am not a chain smoker. I do not smoke on a daily basis. I only do when my mood calls for it and right now, due to being bored and not wanting to watch some lame ass game show on TV, I decided to burn a stick.

Anna knows I smoke and that’s the only time when she hates me. Whenever I would sneak off or leave the room, she’d be giving me glares. Candace and Serena know as well and Anna has somehow recruited them to succeed in Operation Make Emmy Stop Smoking. I don’t want anybody else to know this, especially the band. I don’t know why, but I just feel so ashamed of myself if I smoke in front of other people, especially when they’re anti-smoking and will join Anna’s legion of anti-smokers. Right now, the hotel gardens seemed like a safe place to smoke freely.

I was halfway through inhaling when I heard someone in a familiar voice call my name from behind. “Emmy?”

Startled, I began coughing and choking in my own smoke. I immediately dropped the cigarette on the ground and stepped on it. I turned around and saw Brendon staring at me. “Yeah, what is it?” I tried to sound that everything was alright and that nothing was wrong…and that he just didn’t catch me smoking.

“Um…are you alright?”

“Yeah! I’m fine! Everything’s fine.” He nodded at me with a raised eyebrow. “Uh, how did you find me?”

“Well,” he shoved his hands inside his pockets, “it’s not very hard to notice a petite girl standing outside in the gardens with her outrageous hair.”

It’s always the hair – my blonde/black teased and layered hair with bangs [and human hair extensions] that were up to the arch of my back.

“You don’t have to rub it in that you’re taller than me.” I glared at him and he just laughed.

“I didn’t mean it like that, but whatever floats your boat.” He was walking nearer and stood in front of me. I took a small step back to distance myself and to prevent him from catching the bitter scent of tobacco from my breath. “So, what are you doing out here all alone?”

I shrugged. “I was bored in our room. Anna’s too busy writing a reply back to Ryan’s letter thus, she cannot talk to me or whatever, since she’s too concentrated. So, here I am smo–” I stopped mid-sentence and racked my brain for a replacement word, “err…yeah.”

“Ah…” he nodded, “Ryan’s letter. Yeah, he was writing pretty much the entire day. You should have seen the trash can: it was full of crumpled papers and some of them barely had words.”

“I bet when I get back to our room, the trash can won’t be filled with crumpled papers, but it will be the floor that will be covered in crumpled paper balls.”

The both of us laughed. Damn, this is weird. I don’t know why, but it is. We never really laugh at the same time. It’s usually Brendon who’s the one laughing at our jokes or whatever; so this is a first.

“Ah, those two lovesick fools.”

“I wonder how long before they end up together. You should have seen the way Anna was panicking – no pun intended – when she read Ryan’s letter.”

“Yeah, I think those two are meant for each other.”

There was a pause and the chilly breeze just swept past us. I folded my arms across my chest and rubbed my arms. Great; now I’m getting cold. I just had to be so forgetful and not bring my hoodie with me. There’s only one way to warm me up: reach for another stick, place it between my lips and light it up.

But no, I obviously can’t do that. Not with Brendon in front of me.

“Here.”

I look away for one second and the next thing I knew, the hot lead vocalist is behind me – DRAPING HIS INFAMOUS RED HOODIE AROUND MY SHOULDERS.

“T-Thanks.” I stuttered. I don’t know if I stuttered due to my sensitivity with cold weather or out of…giddiness? Is that even the right word to use? Oh, whatever. I wore the hoodie properly and he helped me. It was a snug fit and damn was I glad to be wearing something that belongs to him. I zipped it up and wiggled my fingers underneath the long sleeves.

“How did the interview and the shoot go?” I asked.

“It was okay; the usual questions. Ah, you’ll see it on stands one month from now.” He replied. “It’s getting late. We better go inside.”

I nodded and turned around to walk towards the door when suddenly, Brendon took hold of my hand. I looked at him and he just smiled. I could feel my cheeks turning red and I discreetly looked away, blushing to myself. Our fingers intertwined and that just made me blush more. We walked back inside together and the whole trip back to our rooms was in silence. We didn’t speak to each other but held hands. Oh God.

“Um…” I started to speak once we stopped in front of the door that led to my room, “thanks…for the company and the hoodie.” I began to unzip the hoodie and give it back to the original owner but then, he stopped me.

“Keep it. I know how it gets cold at night and the blankets aren’t enough so…wear it to sleep; it’ll keep you warm.” he smiled again. I swear to God, his smile is going to haunt me for the rest of my life. It’s too cute…and his face – god, don’t even get me started with his expressive face.

“Oh…um, okay. Thanks.” I laughed nervously, “Well…goodnight then.” I did a small wave and opened the door with my key. The moment I closed the door, all eyes were on me.

“Where have you been?” Anna asked, with her hands on her hips. I quickly glanced on the floor to see if there was any crumpled paper balls scattered: none. That’s a surprise – or maybe she threw them immediately, “Emmy?” Ah, the stern annoyed voice. She always gets me with that tone and I have no other choice but to answer her.

“I was at the gar–”

“That hoodie looks familiar…” Astrid observed, placing a finger on her chin.

“Yeah, I think I’ve seen that somewhere. It’s at the tip of my tongue; I just can’t figure it out.” Jenna said, looking at it the same way Astrid is.

“I don’t recall you buying that today…and I certainly don’t remember you leaving the room with that on. I don’t even remember you owning that.” Anna said, joining in on the observation.

“Um…” Should I tell them?

“OH MY GOD!” Jenna shrieked, grabbing Astrid’s and Anna’s arms, “I know where I’ve seen that before!”

Oh, crap.

“It belongs to Brendon!”

Astrid and Anna stared at me wide eyed. “What in god’s name are you doing with Brendon’s hoodie?” Anna asked in a very low voice – like she’s going to arrest me for wearing it. “You didn’t steal it from him, did you?”

“Or did you have to rape him for it?” Astrid added, getting more curious.

“NO!” I cringed at her for saying that – but it wasn’t a bad idea.

“Then how did you get it!?”

“He…he lent it to me.” They were about to speak or yell at me again but I continued, “I was hanging around at the garden and just appreciating being alone with nothing or nobody but the moon and the stars when he suddenly appears. So we talked, joked and laughed. Then the wind decided to blow past us. You know sensitive I am to the cold and he noticed it, leading him to lend me his hoodie! AND! Before I came in here, I was about to give it back to him when he stopped me because he said, and I quote: ‘Keep it. I know how it gets cold at night and the blankets aren’t enough so…wear it to sleep; it’ll keep you warm.’ And yeah, that’s it.”

The staring continued and the reactions followed.

“Oh…”

“…my…”

“…god!”

“You’re getting cozy with Urie!”

“Hey! I’m not the only one getting close with one of the band members!” I then pointed at Anna, “She’s exchanging letters with Ryan!”

Jenna and Astrid gasped and stared at her in shock. “Since when!?”

“Err…just today…like an hour ago or something. I don’t know.” She answered, slightly giving me glares and I just looked away, trying to avoid them.

“I hope the relationship between the two of you and your respective boy will progress into something bigger.” Astrid suddenly said, getting all serious.

“Yeah.” Jenna joined in, “You guys better love the situation you’re in right now because any girl will kill to be in your spot. Hell, I’d kill anyone to be in your spot and date one of them – especially Spencer, but since I’m like 4 years older, there’s no way I’m getting that chance. And besides, he already has a girlfriend, so…oh well.”

“Age is nothing but a number, Jen.” Anna pointed out.

“Yeah I know, but I’m sure I’ll get a chance one day. Maybe not with one of them or anyone from a famous band, but I will some day. So, if ever you do end up to be their girlfriends – which I’m sure you bitches will – don’t forget to tell us all the dirty details.”

“Jen…shut up.” We all said in unison.