violent suicide (crazy_me_haha) wrote, @ 2007-01-11 22:17:00

quince.
Title: Untitled [as of now]
Author: crazy_me_haha
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Brendon/OFC & Ryan/OFC
Summary: OH RIGHT. Of course…they’re a couple now. Your best friend will probably hang out with him more now than with you.
Disclaimer: All that shit is fictitious... -Fergalicious.

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After two more cities, we finally find ourselves in…New fucking York! It’s about time we hit the stores again. Saks Fifth Avenue and forgive my inner child, but can we go to FAO Schwarz? Hehe. It’s currently nearing 6pm and we’re all at the hotel, getting some more rest before hitting the streets till the sun comes up. It was a pretty long day…sort of. We arrived in New York around lunchtime and the band had to immediately attend a radio interview. So, the rest of the crew stayed at the hotel to get some rest and relaxation for a few hours.

Astrid and Jenna are still both passed out on their bed. I don’t blame them really, we hardly get any sleep these days but Anna and I are still pumped with energy! While our two friends slept – and one of them snoring – I turned to Anna who was fixing her hair and doing her makeup in front of the vanity mirror.

“Annaaaaa Bananaaaa…” I called from the bed.

“Yeah?” She didn’t turn away from the mirror and just continued beautifying herself.

“Are you ready to hit the streets in a few minutes?”

“Well,” she finally stopped, turned to me with an apologetic look, “about that Em…I can’t tonight.”

I sat up from my lying position and stared at her. “Why not?”

“Well, um…” she fiddled with her fingers on her lap, “I’m going out…with Ryan…tonight.” OH RIGHT. Of course…they’re a couple now. Your best friend will probably hang out with him more now than with you. “Are you mad?”

My eyes widened and gave her a surprised look. “No! Why would I be mad? It’s your first date with George Ryan Ross! I should be happy for you and I am! I just wish you could have told me sooner though.”

Anna breathed a sigh of relief. “I’m glad to hear that. And I could have told you sooner, but yeah…I was afraid how you would take it.”

“Anna, I’m not that kind of friend who would get mad just because her best friend is going out with her boyfriend. But to be honest, I’m kind of afraid that we’re going to drift apart now that you have a boyfriend.”

I stood up from the bed and so did she from her seat. She walked towards me and gave me a hug. “That’s never going to happen, Em. We will still be hanging out and goofing off together despite me being with Ryan. If we have something planned and Ryan asks for a date, I’m not going to cancel ours. My bitches will always come first before the dicks.”

“Word.”

“So, how do I look?” Anna asked, the moment we pulled away from our embrace. She had on a white silky halter top with a laced hem that it almost looked like it could be mistaken for lingerie, faded denim jeans that were just the perfect fit for her; not too tight, not too loose. “Do I need to change anything?”

“Are you crazy? Ryan’s going to be incapable of speech once he sees you. I bet he wants to fuck you senseless right away.”

“Do you really think so? And I don’t mean about the fucking senseless thing…”

“I don’t think; I know.” I grinned at her. “The same goes for the fucking senseless thing. It may not be tonight, but I’m sure one of these days…”

Anna didn’t reply anymore; she continued to prepare before Ryan comes knocking on our door. She completed her outfit by putting on a black blazer, buttoning it with the only button provided and wearing her red patent Steve Madden pumps. As she wore the last remaining shoe, five consecutive knocks came upon the door. Anna began to panic.

“Shit. Oh my god, he’s here. Do I look okay? Do I smell bad? Is there anything between my teeth? Does my breath stink? Are there any stains on my outfit?”

“You look fine!”

“Fine? Fine’s not good!”

“You’re drop dead fucking gorgeous, Anna! There’s nothing wrong with you or your outfit! Now, open the door and greet the boy!”

Anna stood in front of the door, and with trembling hands, she turned the brass doorknob and opened the door. There stood Ryan with his hair styled to of course, his usual and infamous faux hawk, aptly called the “Ryhawk” or “sex hair” brought to you by the large Panic! At the Disco fan base. The boy’s outfit pretty much consisted of casual clothing. He wore a simple midnight blue shirt and thankfully, it isn’t a V-neck – not that I have anything against that – and topped it with a dark grey coat. Black denim jeans secured with a white Louis Vuitton belt and black leather boots completed his look.

A smile formed on Ryan’s lips and a blush crept to Anna’s cheeks, then to the rest of her face. I watched the couple just stand there in silence, giving each other nervous and shy smiles and staring eyes. Jeez, these two are just perfect for each other and are too cute for words. Just look at them, standing there like shy little kids and acting like they’ve never been around a guy or a girl since birth. I crossed my arms and coughed loud enough for them to break out of their dazed trance.

“Are you two just going to stand there all night or do you have plans to go out?”

“Oh, haha…” Ryan laughed nervously, “Right, we better get going.”

“Wait! Hold up! Let me get my camera!” I grabbed my camera off the table and began to take pictures of them. It soon got out of hand when I started ordering them to do some poses against the wall opposite them.

“Emmy! This isn’t a freakin’ photo shoot! You already have twenty something pictures and we’re going to be late!” Anna scolded.

I rolled my eyes at her. “Gah, fine.”

Ryan opened the door for his girlfriend and as he was about to step out, following suit, he turned around and gave me the shock of the night.

“Oh, before I forget, Em…Brendon’s coming over in a few minutes to pick you up. He figured the two of your might as well go somewhere tonight, instead of just hanging around the hotel. So, you better hurry and get dressed.” Ryan gave me one last grin before finally leaving and closing the door behind him.

The words were still registering in my head as I stood there, gaping at the closed door in front of me, as if I was waiting for it to do something bizarre, like talk back at me. I heard my Sidekick buzz. Grabbing it off the bed and flipping it open, I read the new instant message coming from Anna.


missannabanana
It seems like I’m not the only one who’s having a date tonight.
You better hurry and get ready, lover.
It’s going to be one hell of a night. ;D

omgitsemmy
I AM PANICKING! :O

missannabanana
At the disco? :D

omgitsemmy
That was just really lame.

missannabanana
Shut up, whore. I know you totally laughed at it.
Stop messaging me and get ready!
I want to enjoy my time with Ryan.

omgitsemmy
Jeez, you’re the one who started it!
And fuck Ryan. >:O

missannabanana
I would love to.