violent suicide (crazy_me_haha) wrote, @ 2007-04-29 20:38:00

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Title: Lovestoned
Author: crazy_me_haha
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Brendon/OFC & Ryan/OFC
Summary: What Happened Last Night.
Disclaimer: Faux affliction.
Author's Notes: Title of the story belongs to Justin Timberlake. IT IS THE FINALE. Finally, the "first season" is over! Damn, this took me 6 six pages. Haha, hope you all enjoyed that. Sequel in the works. :D

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Ryan

Man, I’m so tired. Funny I should say that since the guys and I didn’t do anything much last night. Just ate at a local diner, talked a bit and then went bowling and played billiards. Brendon almost went flying towards the bowling pins since he forgot to let go of the bowling ball. And Jon “stabbed” Spencer on his foot with the use of the pool stick. Yep, Spencer was crying in agony and cursing Jon who was just doubled over in laughter, trying to apologize. I rolled over to the other side of my bed and saw a bright blue light somewhere on Brendon’s bed. I rubbed my eyes and squinted. Brendon was on his MacBook – really concentrated on what he was doing. I tried to go back to sleep when the hotel room phone suddenly rang.

Brendon obviously didn’t hear it, or else he would have budged. I had to answer it myself. “Hello?”

“Can Spence and I go over to your room?”

“Jon?”

“No, it’s Jesus.” The other caller says sarcastically. “Yes, it’s Jon!”

I rolled my eyes. Of course I knew it was Jon. I was just too sleepy to process it in my head. “What do you want to come over here for?”

“It’s something important and we can’t tell you over the phone. Anyway, whether you like it or not, we’re coming!” Jon hanged up and Ryan had no choice. Seconds later, there was knocking on the door.

“B, can you get that? It’s Spencer and Jon.”

Brendon got off his bed and walked towards the door to open it. Once the two other band members came inside, instant loud mumbling was heard. I couldn’t make any of it but they all seemed to talk about the same thing and I was so out of the loop.

“You didn’t tell him yet!?” Jon scolded Brendon.

“He’s going to have a heart attack!” Brendon retorted back.

“Guys, guys. What’s going on? Brendon didn’t tell who what and who’s going to have a heart attack?” I asked, completely confused and then I noticed that Jon had his MacBook in his arms. “Guys, what’s going on?”

“Spencer, you tell him.” Jon pushed Spencer’s arm.

“Me? Why should I tell him? Let Brendon tell him!”

“Jon, you tell him!”

So the three kids started fighting in front of me, exchanging speeches on who is going to tell me what and pointing fingers at each other. This was obviously getting out of hand and getting no where. “GUYS!” Finally, they stopped. “Just tell me what the fuck is going on. Brendon?”

“Uh…well…” Brendon looked Spencer and Jon for help. “Well, you see…it’s nothing important, except well…your girlfriend…” Brendon hesitated to continue.

“What about Anna? Is she alright!? Is she hurt or anything!?” I started to panic. I was ready to get off the bed when they stopped me.

“No, no! She’s not hurt! She’s fine. She’s safe. She could still be sleeping in her room, yeah…I think.” Brendon looked at Spencer and Jon again for help. “Look, Anna is…she’s – oh fuck it, shescheatingonyou.”

Do my ears deceive me? “Come again, B?”

Brendon sighed and shook his head. “I can’t tell him, guys. I can’t tell say it again. Fuck, he’s going to go fucking ballistic.”

Spencer sighed and turned to me. “Anna’s cheating on you, Ryan.”

Not processing.

Jon opened his MacBook and placed it in front of me. A website was open. Some website called What Happened Last Night. I didn’t bother to ask what the hell Jon was doing looking at a gossip blog or whatever this is. It had a couple of links to articles about Paris Hitlon’s latest flame, what’s new with Britney Spears, Lindsay Lohan’s very first sex scene and all that crazy shit. Oh look, Pete and Ashlee Simpson are on here. Yeah, so…I looked to what the guys were trying to tell me. The recent update was about what happened last night (well, duh) at some Los Angeles club called A.D.

Apparently, the club was loaded with celebrities and paparazzi. I’m looking at pictures galore. Hey, is that Mikey Way from My Chemical Romance? Yep, it is him. Aww, happily married to his wife. Great job at getting married in Vegas. More My Chemical Romance members. Frankie Iero talking to a girl by the bar. People dancing and shit. Oh shit, that couple is definitely getting it on. Tongue hockey on the dance floor? Couldn’t get any hotter than that.

“Dude, is that Emmy?”

“HUH?” Brendon obviously didn’t look hard enough at the picture.

“Is this what you were trying to tell me? Emmy dancing with the DJ? I thought Anna was cheating on me? Guys, this is bullshit. It’s not even funny. It’s not April Fool’s Day.”

“WHAT?” Brendon tried to see what I was talking about but Jon stopped him.

“We’ll get to that later.” Jon told Brendon. “Did you see the kissing couple on the dance floor?”

“Yeah, what about them? They look nobodies to me. And I thought this was a celebrity gossip blog.”

“You really need a new set of eyeballs, Ryan. Look closely at the picture and if you still don’t get it, read the goddamn article.”

I did as what Jon told me to do. I’m still not seeing the connection. Then I skimmed through the article. Oh okay, so Matt Good from From First To Last is getting some with a girl who is part of the Panic! At The Disco crew. Big deal. Like it’s any of my business.

…

Holy shit, what?

I did a double take on the picture. So there’s Matt Good in all his blackness. Black clothing from head to toe. Did this guy ever hear the word color? The girl he was kissing had brunette hair and blonde highlights. Part of our crew, eh? Who is someone with brunette hair and blonde highlights?

…

“WHAT THE FUCKING HELL IS THIS!”

The three of them winced at my sudden anger burst. “It’s Anna with Matt Good.” Spencer managed to say. “And she’s kissing him, with tongue, obviously.”

“I didn’t need to fucking know that, Spencer!” I got off the bed, hurriedly placed on a shirt and walked out of the room with my friends scrambling to follow me. I walked down a couple of doors away from our room and when I finally reached the designated door, I banged my fists on the wood.

“ANNA!” I yelled, “Open this door, NOW!”

“Shit, Ryan! You’re gonna wake up the whole fucking floor!” Spencer said.

“You stay out of this!” I hissed, pointing a finger at the three of them. “ANNA!”

Finally, the door opens revealing my supposed girlfriend who obviously just got out of bed and looking seriously pissed. “What the fuck is going on, Ryan?”

“You’re asking me what’s going on? YOU tell ME what the fuck is going on!” I looked at what the fuck she was wearing. Short shorts and a red halter top? “What the fuck are you wearing!?”

“Jesus Christ Ryan, you’re gonna wake up the entire floor. Shut up for a minute, will you?” Fine. I’ll shut up. “Brendon, can you please get Emmy? She’s pretty much knocked out and won’t get up.”

Brendon rushed inside to get Emmy and then came back again carrying Emmy in his arms along with her slippers. The moment he got out, thus she began to talk.

“What’s up your ass, Ryan? Woke up on the wrong side of the bed?”

“OH I DEFINITELY WOKE UP ON THE WRONG SIDE OF THE BED. I woke up today seeing Brendon fully concentrated on his MacBook and then Jon calls asking if he and Spencer could come over to our room since he had to say something important. So they come and blahblah saying they all had to tell me something and I thought it was one of them being gay or what when I SUDDENLY FIND OUT THAT MY GIRLFRIEND IS CHEATING ON ME! How’s that for a good morning!?”

“I am not cheating on you, Ryan!”

“Oh, you’re not? Well, that’s funny! Coz I just saw a picture of you kissing another guy! And oh wait, it’s not just SOME guy! It’s Matt Good from that shitty band with a shitty whiny vocalist! And you weren’t exactly kissing. Jesus Christ, the two of you were ready to eat each other’s face off! And what the fuck are you wearing!? This was obviously last night’s getup and what were you aiming for, huh? For someone to get in your fucking pants!? I bet Matt was very happy to see you For Christ’s sake Anna! I can’t believe you! You’re supposed to be my girlfriend!”

“I AM NOT YOUR GIRLFRIEND!”

“What the fuck are you talking about!?

“We have no relationship, Ryan! You think – or rather believe that we have one, but we don’t. Yes, we are dating but dating does not immediately mean we’re together. I don’t see you as my boyfriend, Ryan. There’s no established steady relationship between us.”

“Jesus Christ, this is not happening. This is so not happening.” I mumbled angrily to myself.

“Ryan…please don’t think that I was never happy with you around prior to this.”

“Then why did this happen?” I asked, trying to be calm. “Why did you do this to me? No, don’t answer that. So, what’s it going to be now, Anna? What do you want to happen?”

Anna sighed and ran a hand through her messy hair. “The tour is going to be over in a matter of days. We won’t be seeing each other for a long time. I think it’s best if you just forgot about me, Ryan. I really know that you don’t want to see me again and I understand that. I’m not going to beg you for anything because I know what I’m going to ask for…you won’t give it to me; at least not now. So I won’t even try.”

I didn’t have anything to say to that. Fine, it’s her decision. She’s a big girl. She can do whatever she wants and she obviously chose to leave. I won’t be surprised if the next time I see her, she’s going to be with that Matt guy. I really won’t.

“Fine, have it your way. I’ll see you around.” I turned around and headed towards the door. I turned the door knob and was about to step out when I stopped and looked at her again. “Can I ask you a question?”

“Sure…”

“Did you really love me? I know it’s a cliché question, but…have you ever felt anything for me that is more than just a friendship? More than just ‘I like him.’?”

Anna sighed again like she didn’t want to answer it.

“Please, just answer me.”

“Yes…Yes I did.”

I nodded. “Okay, thanks. That’s all I needed to hear. Yeah, bye.” I stepped out and closed the door behind me. The moment I stepped out, Spencer and Jon were standing there giving me sympathetic looks. “How long were you guys standing there?”

“Pretty much the entire time you guys were fighting.” Jon replied.

“So…what’s going to happen now? You’re still going to see her around, you know. We have a couple of days left.”

“I really don’t care, Spence. She’s dead to me.” I casually replied and walked back to mine and Brendon’s room. When I got inside, Brendon was sitting beside the sleeping form of Emmy while he watched TV.

“So…what happened, man?” He asked.

“Nothing, man. Just…talked. Look, I really don’t want to talk about it. I’m going out. If you need me, just call me but don’t expect me to answer right away. I need some alone time with myself.” I told him as I hurriedly placed on some clean jeans, socks and shoes and my hoodie. I left the room, walked further down the hallway and rode the elevator to the lobby. I needed to get away from everything that’s happening.

I need to forget about her.

Brendon

Goddamn, that must have been some heated fight. I hope nothing like that happens to Emmy and me…who is currently knocked out at the moment. I guess it came from the alcohol she consumed last night at that dance club…rave…whatever. I guess you could say that something slightly similar happened to Emmy, except she was just dancing with the DJ and not swapping spit with him. Man, I could have blown my head off just like Ryan. Thankfully, it didn’t happen. But I really needed to talk to Emmy about that night.

And what a coincidence, she gained consciousness.

“Ugh…God, killer headache. Where the hell am I?”

“You’re in our room.” I answered, “Good morning, sleepy head.”

“Good morning…why am I here?”

“Well, that’s going to be a long story which I’ll tell you later, but right now…here, drink this. I had the room service bring it up. It’ll cure that hangover.” I handed her a glass of banana milkshake sweetened with honey as banana is believed to help calm the stomach and the honey builds up the depleted blood sugar.

“Thanks…”

“So…um…I wanted to talk to you about what happened last night, if you remember that is…and I also want to talk to you about something…something I should have done ages ago…”

Ryan

Fuck this morning.

Fuck this day.

Fuck everything about it.

I don’t care anymore.

I just don’t fucking care.

If this is the way she wants it then fine.

Truth be told, I was actually considering being friends with her if nothing further than that is to be developed.

I was actually considering forgiving her if she asked for it, but she chose not to.

Fine with me.

Like hell I care.

Matt Good.

Psh.

Fucking gay ass name.

Fuck him and his band.

Fuck me for being seriously engrossed in my thoughts that I didn’t notice a car coming towards him. And obviously I got hit. Rolled over the hood…the roof…the trunk and BAM! Fell on the street. Great, witnesses. See Ryan Ross getting hit by a car.

“Oh my God! Shit! Are you alright!?”

No, do I look alright? I just got fucking hit by a car.

“Yeah, yeah. I’m fine.” I stood up from the ground trying to dust myself but the driver – who is a blonde female, by the way – insisted to take me to the hospital just to see if I was a hundred percent alright. “No, no. I’m fine! Really. I’ll just be on my way.” I looked at the blonde girl to supposedly thank her for the hospital offer and assure her that there’s no problem and that I am fine, but yeah…she looked really cute. “Hey, you want to come have breakfast with me?”

Fin.