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Homecoming
By dancexforxlife

 


Chapter One: Homecoming

A/N: So, I've been working on this for a LONG time now and I hope you guys enjoy it. Also, I feel like I should explain the completely random appearance of a one Daniel Radcliffe. My friend Danielle is IN LOVE with the guy so I thought I'd throw him in there.

Disclaimer: I do not own Panic! or anything related to them or Daniel Radcliffe.

Finally! I was home! I flopped down on my old bed after throwing my carry-on bag on the ground, not bothering to take off my shoes. I snuck a glance at the clock, which read 5:47 p.m. Moaning loudly, I turned over and snuggled under the covers. That time can't be right I thought to myself. It feels like it's almost one in the morning!!

“That's because you just came from London and it's an eight hour time difference.” I looked up to see who was speaking to find my younger sister standing in the doorway.

“What?” I asked groggily. I didn't realize I had voiced my thoughts. She just laughed.

“I said, it's because there is an eight hour time difference between London and Las Vegas. Not to mention you were in the air for a total of 14 and a half hours,” she repeated, coming to sit on the foot of my bed. I turned to get a good look at Danielle; I hadn't seen her since Christmas. She still was the same as I left her five months ago.

At the age of sixteen, she was drop dead gorgeous. She had brown, shoulder length hair that, unless you saw her in the morning before she straightened it, you would never guess was as curly as Shirley Temple.

She had a beautiful smile, the perfect figure, and the most amazing green eyes ever. And yet, she wasn't one of those girls that think looks were everything. That has to follow the trend. Is totally preppy…or `cool'. I hated those people with a passion.

I sighed. “It is so good to be back home.” Danielle came up and lay down beside me.

“Why so eager to be home? You didn't miss us that much, did you?” I looked over and gave her an impish grin.

“of course I didn't. I came home to get back into American life again. Don't get me wrong, I love England…especially with their gorgeous boys and they accents I just adore soooo much and - HEY!” Danielle had thrown a pillow at my face.

“I love you, Tracy,” she said way too innocently. Soon, there was a full-blown pillow fight. Our mom had to come break it up, telling Danielle I needed my rest.

A couple hours and one long nap later the four of us were seated around the table enjoying a late dinner, eating a true American dinner - big, fat, juicy hamburgers.

“So, Danielle, excited to leaving the lower end of school social status?” I asked, taking a huge bite.

“Of course! But I am totally ready for this summer break.”

“Amen Sister!” I responded, laughing.

“Yeah, well, pretty soon your mother and I will have an empty house,” my dad said randomly. I laughed harder.

“You'll never be able to get rid of us!”

“Yeah but pretty soon you'll have houses and families of your own. Especially you, finishing your sophomore year in college and turning 21 next week.”

“And Ms. Junior over here is closely following,” I said, winking over at Danielle.

“So, Tracy, how's London been?” my mom asked.

“London's good. England's good.”

“Dance is good? No injuries?

“Mom, don't you think I would have told you if I broke anything?”

“Well, you are all the way across the country plus an ocean…”

“Mom, I would have told you if I was hurt. Dance is fine.”

“So,” Danielle piped up somewhat sheepishly, “how's Dan?” I smiled knowingly over at my mom.

My mom and Mrs. Radcliffe have been best friends since they were six. Dan and Danielle are the same age and have been friends since their diaper days. The fact that my sister and I are in love with Harry Potter and he ended up playing him made us that much closer. It's obvious to everyone but themselves how smitten they are with each other.

“Dan is fine. He sends hell and all that stuff.”

“Cool….So, Tracy, I have the best birthday present for you.”

“Oh yeah? What's that?”

“I won a trip for two to spend a day with Panic! at the Disco!!!” Silence followed. I had no idea who these people were.

“Panic! at the who??” Danielle looked surprised, but it was quickly replaced with a weird face directed at my parents.

“You mean you don't know who Panic! at the Disco are?”

“Living in the whole I have can leave you out of a lot. Please, enlighten me.”

“Well, they are only one of the best band in the whole wide world!”

“Oh really, can I listen to this band?” Danielle threw another strange look at my parents.

“Well, my friend is borrowing the CD at the moment. You'll know who they are in a few days.” The rest of dinner was finished in an uneasy silence.

* * * * * * * *

“Tracy, wake up!” Without opening my eyes, I pushed the annoying lump off my bed.

“Tracy, you have tog et up now!” I opened one eye to check the clock and groaned loudly.

“Danielle, do you realize it is seven in the morning?”

“Yes, but today is you 21st birthday and the day we spend with Panic!.” I glared at her.

“So you woke me up two hours early?”

“Yup! You want to look your best to impress them!” She ran out of the room, the pillow barely missing her head.

“I do have a boyfriend, remember?!? His name is Matt!!” I yelled after her. never-the-less, I got up and started getting ready.

Danielle was bouncing on the bed with excitement. It was ten to nine and I was just finishing my hair. Searching for a clip, I started rummaging through my drawer. My hand came across a dusty picture. I pulled it out to see what it was of and my heart rose to my throat.

It was my senior prom picture with Ryan Ross. We've been best friends since middle school and about half way through sophomore year he asked me out. We were so happy and in love. I had started thinking he was the one. But then he broke up with me, saying he needed to concentrate more on his music and I should do the same with my dancing.

Heart broken, I went to school in London and I met Matt Richardson through Dan. We fell in love and Ryan became nothing more than a memory. The last time I had talked to him was graduation. He was in some nameless band…

DING DONG! The doorbell rang and I did a quick check in the mirror. I was wearing a black tee with the jolly roger on it, skinny jeans, light make-up, and a simple ponytail. Perfect.

“Let me answer the door…you'll scare them off,” I told Danielle before rushing down the stairs. I opened the door and received the shock of my life.

“Brendon?” last time I had seen Brendon was at my graduation; he still had to complete senior year. “You're in Panic! at the Disco?”

“Yup, you didn't know?”

“I've been sheltered pretty badly over in London. But, this is amazing!” Just then Danielle came charging down the stairs and tackled Brendon.

“BDEN!”

“DELL!”

“I haven't seen you guys since you came back from tour!” I looked Brendon up and down with mock shock.

“Well, well, well! Mr. Urie foes on tour! So, where is the rest of this legendary band of yours?”

“Parking. I jumped out as soon as we hit your street and ran from there,” he said, grinning madly. I laughed and gave him a huge hug.

“This is so cool,” he said when we released, “I had no idea you were going to come back so soon.” I looked at Danielle.

“It seems someone has been keeping some secrets. Anyway, I missed doing American things….Vegas style!”

“Ha ha, and, if I'm correct, you'd be turning 21 today. That means I don't have to sneak drinks anymore. You can legally buy them for me!”

“Brendon!” He just looked at me angelically.

“What? Oh look, here comes the rest of the guys.” I looked over his shoulder and, sure enough, there were three guys coming up the walkway. I instantly recognized the guy in front and immediately ran to greet him.

“Spencer!” I flung my arms around his neck. Spencer eagerly returned my hug.

“Hey Trace! It's been a while!”

“Ha, yeah. Two years. WAY too long.” I looked over Spencer's shoulder to see who was next and, staring right at me, was Ryan.

 

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