What a Babe! (ryan ross)

☆ Ambulance ☆

*A year had passed since Sylvan and Ryan had gotten married. Their wedding was the happiest day of their lives. Ollie had been denying his gay allegations, but he and Frank ended up dating each other. They didn't even realise how. It just happened. The four of them shared a large house, all living happily together. Frank still had some bad blood with Ryan, but he was glad his best friend was happy.*

*At the house, Frank decided to throw a party. And everyone was there. Gerard, Ray, Mikey, Joe, Patrick, Pete, Andy H, Dan, Phil, Lindsey (a girl Gerard had recently met), Vic, Tony, Jaime, Billie Joe, Mike. Tre, even Ollie's friends Andy B and Ronnie. They had the whole gang together, along with a bunch of new people that the group had met and befriended. Everyone in the emo or pop punk scene was there.*

Sylvan's pov:

She was walking around with a tray of shot glasses. She went to every group that were standing around talking and laughing. She made her way the Pierce the Veil crew, who were talking with Andy Biersack.

"Hey. Want a drink?" I asked. Andy took one and thanked her. She went over to everyone until the tray was empty. The front door swung open, and Chris Drew walked in, holding five bottles of vodka. There was a cheer as he stumbled into the room. Chris was followed in by Hayley, who smiled when she saw Sylvan.

"Hayley!" I ran over to her and gave her a tight hug. "Man I haven't seen you, in, ages." Hayley was estatic. "I'm so soooo glad to see you again. It's been too long." While this was happening, I saw Chris handing everyone drinks.

Half an hour later, Kellin, Bert and Jayy rolled in with the pizzas. The three of them had brought about twenty pizzas and sat them in the middle of the table. Everyone dug into the food and drinks. There was vodka and beer all across the table, along with bowls of chips and lollies and some cans of soda.

Gerard was sitting talking with Lindsey, and he seemed to really like her. Ollie was talking to Andy (B) and Jayy, laughing about something either dumb or gay. Tony was talking to Hayley, and Patrick was talking to Ollie and everyone had spoken to everyone by the end of the night.

People started leaving after about midnight, most drunk and tired from a long night. Ollie and Sylvan were passed out on the couch, asleep next to each other. Frank was lying shirtless on the floor, and Ryan, who hadn't had any drinks, was sleeping upstairs.

I woke up suddenly, startled by something. Ollie slowly woke up after her. "Hey dude." I said, shaking Ollie. "What?" He replied. "I just had a really weird dream." She told him frantically. "You, me, Frank, Gerard, Mikey and Ray, we were drunk. And we were in this car. And I was driving and I-" "-crashed!" Ollie finished for me.

"Yeah...how do you know?" I said, confused. "Bro, I had the same dream. Me and Mikey were on the-" "-roof! What the hell?!" We just sat there, dazed and confused.

Frank slowly stirred. "Hey, guys. I just had the weirdest fucking dream." I looked at him. "Yeah, we know." He got up, eventually. "I was trapped in this tiny space, filled with smoke. Then you and Gerard pulled me out." I nodded.

"Yeah. We all had this freaky dream. We were in a car crash. Hey." I turned around to look at Ollie. "Mikey, Gee and Ray were in the dream too. Do you think they...?" We all nodded in agreement. Ollie called Mikey, I called Gerard and Frank called Ray. Despite it being so late at night, they all answered.

I explained what had happened to Gerard, and he said he had the exact same dream. After I hung up, Frank and Ollie told me everyone had the same dream. "Maybe it's a sign?" I suggested. But we were all too tired to think about it properly.

The three of us stumbled upstairs to our rooms. When I went in, Ryan was already sound asleep. I flopped down on the bed next to him, and surprisingly he didn't move. I tried sleeping, but all I could think about was the dream. What the fuck did it mean?