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Newsflash!
By Giovanna

 


This is dedicated to Brinka/Emma. I'm sorry babe but my other one shot was going to be full of drama so I wrote you a quick one shot of Ryden just to make you feel better. My other one shot is nearly finished so be sure to look for it. XXX

Loathe?

A time when I saw you from across the room. You were in the company of Brent, my once close friend. It was he who introduced you to Spencer and me. You and he shared a music class at school; you were a talented boy, one our band needed to succeed. You had all the right elements that could get us out of a garage and on to a stage. You had the charisma, the personality to make us famous. You had all the right looks to get us a fan base of so many.

It was all of these qualities I think I loathed about you. You're talent and passion for music cost me my one chance at lead singer, not to mention you were an expert on guitar, far better then Brent or I. I loathed you for such a long time, I didn't want to take you under our wing, and I simply wanted you to disappear so I could get back to crafting this band into something I wanted it to be. But you stopped me….

Like?

A time when I finally saw you for you. The kind hearted person who was out to hurt no one. The little boy who was only here to enjoy himself, not to steal my position or threaten my dreams of becoming famous. You had such a passion for what we do; it would drive you crazy every time you saw me writing new lyrics in my notebook. That same notebook you weren't allowed to look at. You bribed me so much to let me show you what was in it but I always refused. You'd get to close to my secrets and weaknesses.

Lust?

A time when I saw you in a different light. You weren't a little boy any more; you were the one and only Brendon Urie, the musician with an even creative mind. You brought music to a new light for me. You sung my lyrics, you played my riffs, and you did every thing I wanted you to. Were you slowly falling for me like I was slowly falling for you?

I would stare at you for hours on end when you played the piano, trying to write a score for our album. I would stare at you when you'd screw up a note or sung a chord wrong. You were so perfect and so messy at the same time. You're personality seems to amaze me. You never beat yourself up over a mistake on stage or in the media. You were so different from me.

Soon we started to become popular with all the younger teenagers of the new generation. We were finally being recognized and played in nearly every country in the world. My dream was finally coming true and it was all because of you.

Love?

A time when I saw you're most important features. I saw your heart and soul. I saw your beautiful brown eyes, I saw your pale yet adorable facial appearance, I saw into your untainted mind. I saw you as the love of my life.

I saw you crying in the back of the bus one night. I was worried and scared something might have happened to you. You were never like this; it made me sad to see such a loving and caring person cry. I asked you what was wrong and you turned away. You wouldn't answer me properly. I tried reasoning with you and getting you to tell me what was troubling you. All you did was yell at me and tell me to leave you alone. Knowing that was the wrong thing I stayed with you until you stopped crying. It took a while but I guess you finally found the strength to stop.

You looked me in the eye and told me those three words that made my world stop: I love you.

You said it in such a way I thought you were ashamed. I was as well, up until a few months ago I had never had these feeling towards someone like you. Someone as the same gender as me.

You wouldn't met my eye and asked me to leave multiple times, turn my back on you and go. That's when I left, but I came back once I found what I needed. I opened my notebook that I had kept since we started this band and showed you every thing you'd asked to see in previous years. As we flipped through pages one thing was made apparent to you, I liked you as well. The amount of poems and songs I had written for you and only you were outstanding. Your name was every where in my notebook and all over my heart, there was no way of erasing it.

Once you had read my notebook I took you in my arms and whispered: I love you too.

The look on your face was priceless. You had a massive smile plastered and by the looks of it, it wasn't going any where. I held you in my arms a little longer until we both brought this night to a stand still. Looking into each others eyes we made the ultimate commitment. Grabbing your face with my hands I ran my fingers along your face tracing every bone and mark, looking deeper into your eyes I closed the space between our lips and gave you a sweet but slow kiss. You kissed me back and for a minute I could feel you smile against me. Deepening the kiss I let my tongue roam your mouth like I had let yours roam mine. We didn't pull away for quiet a while. We were both lost in a world of fate and perfection.

That night I slept next to you. Our bodies fit together like a jigsaw puzzles. We were made for each other. You were my life, my heart and my soul. It's just too bad none of us woke to see what the future could have brought.

NEWSFLASH: Panic! At The Disco members involved in a tragic bus accident. None live to tell the tale. It was found that two member's were holding onto each other for life as they were found in a ditch near the accident holding and hugging one another in a tight embrace. Both members were identified as a one George Ryan Ross and a one Brendon Boyd Urie both guitarists and singers. There lives were lost but their memories stay alive.

Disclaimer: This did NOT happen. Ryan and Brendon are still very much alive and are very much in love with other people, preferably girls. Ryan and Brendon do not `dig' each other; they are just simply friends.

 

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