violent suicide (crazy_me_haha) wrote, @ 2007-05-31 11:08:00

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Title: What Goes Around...Comes Around
Author: crazy_me_haha
Rating: PG-15
Pairing: Brendon/OFC, Ryan/?, Matt Good/OFC [eventual Ryan/OFC]
Summary: We all thought she was crazy, but apparently, she wasn’t.
Disclaimer: I wouldn't be writing this if it were real.
Author's Notes: YAY SEQUEL! CLICK HERE for last chapter & previous chapters. Haha, Justin Timberlake is my inspiration for these sequel.



It’s been a month ever since Panic! At The Disco’s major tour ended successfully with a big bang. The band felt satisfied and fulfilled after two months of nothing but performing shows, whilst having fun doing their job as musicians – providing enjoyable music for the youth. However, over the course of the tour, some significant events also occurred.

First off, two average American nineteen year olds joined the band’s crew, serving them as makeup artists. They were only in it to earn a couple of bucks but the job came along with newfound relationships.

Anna Ayers and Ryan Ross, the band’s resident guitarist formed a relationship; however, it was short-lived and Anna had already moved on to be with Matthew Good, guitarist and now lead vocalist of post-hardcore band, From First To Last. The two met at a local Los Angeles dance club and cliché as it may sound, there were sparks for the both of them. Ryan obviously did not take it easy when he found out about them, hence the short-lived romance. And now, Ryan has also moved on with another girl. The two happened to cross paths while Ryan was crossing the street (no pun intended) and got hit by a car that was being driven by the girl – now dubbed as his new girlfriend.

As for Brendon and me – Emmy Grey, he sort of formally asked me to be his girlfriend (FINALLY!) at the perfect time: when I was still in the middle of curing my hangover in a messy hotel room (Ryan and Brendon’s). I had to pinch myself a few times to make sure that Brendon asking me to be his girlfriend wasn’t part of my hangover hallucinations. Yeah, so obviously it wasn’t a mirage. It was reality.

When the tour ended, the crew went home back to their respective hometowns to get some rest and relaxation. Anna didn’t want to at first since she wanted to stay behind in Los Angeles to spend more time with Matt, but after much persuading from yours truly and Matt himself, Anna was convinced to go back home to Las Vegas, but that was also short lived since Anna had decided to move in with Matt to his Los Angeles apartment. We all thought she was crazy, but apparently, she wasn’t.

-

“Fuck, I still can’t believe you’re moving to Los fucking Angeles!”

“You better believe it, baby.” Anna replies beside me, applying lip gloss in the process.

The time was nearing noon and the four of us – me, Anna, Serena and Candace – are headed towards McCarran International Airport with me driving behind the steering wheel to drop off Anna and watch her leave. The night before, a small going-away party was held for Anna and basically, everyone attended, even Ryan himself with his new girlfriend.

“You better miss us, bitch!” Candace hits Anna on the head.

“Ow! Fuck you, Dace!” Anna reaches at Candace and slaps her arm. Candace retaliates and vice versa.

“Okay, okay, stop it!” Serena puts both of their hands down, “God, you two are acting like ten year old boys!”

The two of them stuck out their tongues at each other and settled down in their seats. I rolled her eyes and stopped the car in front of the airport’s entrance. All of us got out and helped Anna with her luggage and then finally, one last group hug was shared.

“I’m going to miss you guys so much! Visit me in LA when you get the chance to, alright?” We all nodded at her, “I love you guys!”

Those were her parting words as she disappeared into the sliding doors and out of Las Vegas.

-

Another month has passed by and the three of us had minimal communication to our roommate and friends in Los Angeles. Nothing changed between the three of us. I still work at the same salon (I’m planning on getting another job though), Candace is still a popular singing sensation in one of the lounges down at The Strip and Serena has been busy ever since she enrolled herself in one of those Fashion Design schools.

“Ugh, she’s not answering her phone again!” Candace screams, throwing the wireless phone on the bed. “It’s been fucking two weeks already since we last heard from her!” She slumps into the couch next to me. We decided to do some DVD marathon but tried to call Anna beforehand, hoping to have some little chat with her but to no avail.

“Let’s just watch the movie,” Serena sighs, reaching for the remote control and pressed play. The opening credits started to roll. There was a momentary silence, except for Candace chewing on the popcorn, when I suddenly spoke up.

“Why don’t we just go to LA and see her?”

Serena puts the DVD on pause and both girls look at me with disappointed looks. “Fuck, as much as I love to Em, I can’t leave Design school. I still have three months before I can officially call it a summer.”

“Dace?”

“I can go,” she continues to chews and then turns to Serena, “but we really can’t leave Serena here all alone.”

“Why don’t you go by yourself, Em? I mean, it’s not that we don’t want to accompany you, our jobs are the only thing that’s keeping us here.” Serena says.

“What about your job at the salon, Em? You’ve been gone for two months for that tour with Anna and now that she’s residing in Los Angeles with her boyfriend,” Candace rolls her eyes, “she’s basically fired from the salon, yeah? And now that you’re flying to LA for I don’t know how long, but let’s assume you’re going to stay for God knows how long, your job is also at stake.”

“Ugh, whatthefuckever. I’ve been meaning to get a new job anyway.”

Serena and Candace shrugs and resumes with the movie marathon.