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By indie_chicky

 


So, I listen to my iPod all the time in the car, and this fic was born when I decided to write down the names of the songs that were playing when I arrived at school one week. It was kind of a fun way to get myself to keep writing, so if you want to use this method to write your stuff, be my guest. I am always happy to help :)

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so, if you want to listen to the songs before you read it (or as you're reading), they are (in order):

'Don't Get Lost In Heaven' by Gorillaz (from the album 'Demon Days')

'Everytime' by Britney Spears (from the album 'In The Zone')

'Van Tango' by Franz Ferdinand (from the album 'Franz Ferdinand: Special Edition')

'Gimme A Chance' by Plain White T's (from the album 'Every Second Counts')

'Happy Ending' by Mika (from the album 'Life In Cartoon Motion')

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so, it's kind of a random assortment, but I kind of wanted it to be, to show how different music can be combined to have something in common.? So PLEASE let me have your feelings, concrit, specific moments/lines that especially hit you. Thanks!

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Put me in a cab to suburbia/I just took a line but it wasn't with you

Brendon and Ryan were sitting in the back of a cab on the streets of New York City, buzzing with the excitement of their upcoming performance on the MTV VMAs later that night. As they were heading to practice that afternoon, Ryan slyly snuck his hand into Brendon's and the two smiled at each other.

“This is going to be great.”

Brendon grinned, squeezing Ryan's hand before reluctantly letting it go as the car stopped.

When they entered the building, there were dancers and makeup artists running around everywhere. One of the dancers dropped her lipstick right in front of Ryan, and they bent to pick it up at the same time.

Their eyes met and Brendon had a strange sense of uneasiness as he watched Ryan watch her.

Our love is strong/Why carry on without me?

Brendon's hand slid along Ryan's jagged hipbone, gasping in time with his thrusts.

They were finally alone. Weeks of touring in a cramped bus, visits from girlfriends, close calls when those visits were unexpected.

And, finally, here they were, in a dark hotel room, only accompanied by their grunts and moans as Ryan slammed into Brendon one more time, causing him to come in time with his shaking, sliding hand, attached to the part of Brendon that no girl had seen in years.

They collapsed and laid on the bed together, Ryan occasionally looking up and seeing Brendon's boyish doe-eyes trying to stare into his soul, to steal a piece of him that no one else could ever have.

Then, Ryan realized that he had to tell him, even if it meant breaking a heart, or even two.

“I'm getting married.”

Caretaker of the night/He's the king of the night

“And why are we not dancing, Urie?”

Brendon sat in the corner of Angels and Kings, sipping out of one of the special pink straws that Pete had stuck in his and Spencer's Pepsis to make them feel special.

“Just not in the mood.”

Pete flopped down on the seat next to him and put his arm around Brendon, watching the couple dancing just a few feet in front of them to an overplayed pop song that Brendon already despised.

“Coming down from a high or something?”

Brendon turned and glared, and Pete returned his glare with an apologetic look.

“Okay, seriously, don't take this the wrong way or anything, but you're not as fun as you used to be, Brendon. What's gotten into you?”

Brendon continued to stare forward, watching as the song ended and the couple broke apart. Ryan watched his fianc?e go to the bar to talk with a few of her friends and show off her engagement ring. Then, he turned and caught Brendon's burning gaze, knowing full well that he had been watching them dance the entire time. Brendon just sighed, closing his eyes slowly and letting his head rest on the seat behind him.

“Things have changed.”

Why don't you say what's on your mind?/Cause I'm taking all the chances

Brendon had been trying to take a nap before their show when Ryan crawled in his bunk, and whispered into his ear.

“I'm afraid to lose you.”

Brendon blinked, adjusting to being awake and trying to let Ryan's words register. And although he had been waiting to hear those words since he had found out that the person he loved was getting married to someone else, they felt bittersweet.

“Then, don't.”

Ryan looked like tears were brimming in his eyes, but Brendon knew he wouldn't cry.

“It's not that easy, Brendon.”

Brendon reached out, grasping onto Ryan's hips and causing Ryan to lightly gasp as their bodies brushed.

“Yes it is. I. Love. You. Now what do you have to say to me?”

Ryan pursed his lips together and furrowed his brow in an unattractive face that only made Brendon want to kiss him because of how in denial he was. Brendon's heart was bursting with the hope that the words he wanted to hear could still emerge.

“I have to go to soundcheck.”

Ryan rolled out of the bunk and Brendon swore he could hear his heart shattering like glass into a million pieces.

This is the way you left me./I'm not pretending./No hope, no love, no glory/No happy ending.

He was standing in a wedding, but it might as well have been a funeral for the way he felt.

She looked beautiful, and none of it was her fault.

The simple fact was: Brendon had fallen.

Ryan said, “I do” with his back turned to his best friends, and most importantly, his onetime lover.

And Brendon crashed.

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