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Musicians/Music Groups Fan Fiction >> Panic! At The Disco
By xiexiegirl
A/N: I'll admit, I'm addicted to Rydon. Perhaps I ought to start a rehab specifically for Panic(!) fanfiction… We all need it. :P Oh! Random fact… I request that I not be held accountable for the amount of pure fluff coming from this fic. I wrote it at 12 o'clock in the morning while listening to “I'd Lie”, so… Don't blame me! It changes POV a bit, but hopefully it won't be too confusing. Oh, and the lyrics are slightly altered to apply more to the fic. Enjoy!
I'd Lie
I don't think that passenger seat “Ryan!” I turned to see Brendon grinning at me. “Hop in!” I eyed the seat and considered it. Honestly, I wanted nothing more than to get in the car and stay there for a long time, but I couldn't do that. It might set me off and I don't want to fuck anything up. “Please, Ry?” He pouted and I gave in.
“Fine.” I climbed in and he took off.
He tells me about his night “So I ended up at this awesome 21 and under club on Industry Avenue, and let me tell you, Ry, you'll love it…” I sort of stopped listening after that because I was too busy trying to maintain some self-control.
He'll never fall in love he swears I smiled at him after I was finished and noticed his unfocused look. “Ry? Ry! RY!” He jumped and I smiled. “Didn't you hear me?” He nodded. “Then what did I say?” He groaned.
“Fine, you win. I wasn't listening.” I smiled and reassured him that it was okay. “Is everything okay, Ry?” He shrugged and ran his hands through his hair before mumbling,
“I'm never gonna fall in love. Though, I've already broken that promise.” I raised an eyebrow at the slight randomness of it but didn't question.
I don't think it ever crossed his mind “Why didn't the skeleton cross the road?” I groaned inwardly but smiled like I hadn't heard this a million times.
“Because he didn't have the guts!”
He looks around the room I watched him dance with some random blond girl who screamed “FAKE!” with every step she took. Why he'd dance with someone like that is beyond me, but I shrugged it off and continued watching him.
I studied him. I saw how he'd messed up his (as usual) copious amounts of eye liner and how there was a smear under his right eye where he'd dragged the pencil a bit too far while singing along to a song on his iPod (probably something off the Aladdin soundtrack). I wonder if he's figured out how well I know him.
He sees everything black and white “There is no “in-between”! You cheated! There is no way in hell that I would take you back!” I listened to him shouting at his former girlfriend before I heard the telltale beep that signified the call was over. I got up from the couch and knocked on the door.
“Ry? You okay?”
“Go away, Bren. I need to be left alone right now.” I heard his muffled sobs and sighed.
He never lets anyone see him cry. And I don't blame him. It's just like how I never let anybody see
me wishing that I had him. After the dramatic breakup with my girlfriend, who I'd only dated to try and get his attention, I sat there, crying because it wasn't working, that nothing would get Bren to listen. I wish I could just talk to him. Everything would be better.
I woke up and smiled as I heard him playing a random song and singing along as quietly as he could so as to not disturb anyone else. I smiled and started rummaging through my bag. I hoped wearing eyeliner like he always applied might help, but no luck. I'd still sit there, watching him hopelessly and wishing he was mine.
FIN
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