Sticks And Stones

Chapter 1 - North East 94th Street

Unpacking was the single most boring thing in the world, for Autumn. She hated her new house, her new neighborhood, her new school, and the state of Washington in general. The only thing she liked, was that she now lived in a big city: Seattle. She could get the city feel so writing big city settings would be a hell of a lot easier. Even so, she hated the house on NE 94th street.

The movers had managed to break her laptop, so she was stuck with writing in the new notebook that her dad gave her to make it up. Basically her dad signed a contract saying the movers were not responsible for anything they broke, so they were going to have to wait a little while before going to the Windows Store and buying a new chrome book.

She flopped down on her bed and opened her notebook to the first page, loving the feeling of the crisp white paper beneath her pen. She smirked softly, beginning to write.

Ryan was kneeling in the bathtub, cleaning, because Brendon was staying the night today and everything had to be perfect. They planned to make a video together to announce his return to Panic! Brendon walked into the bathroom suddenly, and Ryan remembered, 'Shit, he still has a house key.'

"What the hell Ryan, you saw my milk fic song!" Brendon blushed, angrily.

"I'm cleaning smartass," Ryan looked back, rolling his eyes.

"Oh," Brendon muttered, looking down.

Ryan stood up, "Come on, I got a room set up for you and everything," he led Brendon down the hall and into his guest room, after Brendon had grabbed his bag from downstairs.

"Why are the walls so dark?" He asked, staring at the purpley-red color.

"I dunno, it's been like this forever."

"When you moved into the house it was light blue."

Ryan shrugged, rubbing his shoulder sheepishly, "I like this color of red, it's like maroon but more r-

Autumn heard her father coming down the hallway and she slammed her notebook shut.

"No writing until you've finished unpacking!" He called, walking by her open door and seeing her on the bed, pen in hand and notebook in front of her.

Autumn glared at the open door and stood up, grabbing a box and opening it, dresses and skirts, of which she only had a few. She hung them in her closet and continued unpacking for another 20ish minutes. Then she shut her door and resumed her writing.

-eddish."

"Whatever you say, Ry," Brendon set down his duffel bag.

"Do you wanna start on the video?" Ryan asked, leaning against the doorframe, putting his hands in the pockets of his black skinny jeans

"Sure," Brendon said, following him out of the room and downstairs, where Ryan picked up his phone.

"So it's just gonna be like a selfie video of you and then you say some shit like 'Coming on our next tour and hopefully forever, the devilishly handsome RYAN ROSS!' And the I come in the frame, stuff happens and yeah."

Brendon chuckled, "So basically we're winging it?"

"Yeah we're winging it."

Brendon smiled, holding up the camera, "3...2...1... This is Brendon Urie from Panic! At The Disco," he said in a Billy Mays voice, "And joining me for the next tour and possibly forever, the amazingly attractive, talented and overall fantastic, drumroll please."

Ryan drummed on the coffee table out of the camera's view, "RYAN ROSS!"

Ryan jumped into the view of the camera, giggling and accidentally knocking him down. The camera landed conveniently on the carpet and facing Ryan and Brendon, who were both on the ground, Ryan on top of Brendon.

"Thanks guys, I missed Panic! and I can't wait to rejoin for the next album and tour. Ryan and Brendon, out." He cut the recording.

"Put this on your Twitter," he told Brendon, smiling widely.

Brendon nodded, smiling back at him, "Send me the video."

Ryan did as he was told and Brendon put the video up, immediately getting responses like 'omf' 'SERIOUSLY!' 'ily' and his personal favorite, 'I knew Ryden was real, fuck all of you, I was right.' Brendon couldn't resist favoriting that one, from Autumnlove666. (GUYS FOLLOW ME!)

Autumn couldn't resist putting her personal Twitter on the piece of paper that nobody would ever see.

"Seriously B?" Ryan chuckled, seeing the tweet he favorited.

"I couldn't hold back, maybe it's not real now, but at least it used to be," Brendon smirked.

"But you're married now," Ryan sighed.

"We broke up. We haven't announced it but Sarah told me she's a lesbian, and that it didn't work out. I guess it's alright, it was a few weeks ago. I want her to be happy even if it's not with me."

"I'm sorry, B," Ryan put a hand on his shoulder comfortingly.

Brendon sighed sadly, "It's okay, she's happy and I wouldn't want her to stay with me if she wasn't happy."

Ryan nodded understandingly, "But don't tease me with Ryden, I still kinda like you."

"Kinda? Ryan I will openly admit that I really like you and I never stopped liking you."

Ryan blushed, "Really?" He asked.

"Really."

They shared a long, drawn out, sweet kiss, and they were happy, sincerely happy.

Ryan rested his forehead on Brendon's smiling softly, "I never stopped liking you either."

Autumn read through it once more for spelling mistakes, she tried to come up with a name for her new one shot, but eventually gave up. It could wait till she typed it up and posted it to wattpad. And of course, taken out like a million parts and changed it into something completely different, as everyone does while editing.

She closed her notebook and set it down, then she heard her dad walking down the hall so Autumn stood up quickly and opened a box, perfect, her bookcase. She was trying to assemble it when her dad walked in.

"Need some help?" He asked, smiling down at his daughter.

"Sure," she sighed, not really knowing where to start, her dad had helped set up her bed and dresser, currently the only things in her room besides the desk full of stuff and boxes, that she had set up herself.

He set it up in about 5 minutes.

"How did you..? Nevermind..." She went back to opening boxes and rearranging furniture, by the end of the day she was exhausted.

"Night mom," she murmured before falling asleep in her new room.