Brendon Urie stepped into the building where he was to be interviewed on live television. Five minutes ago, that is. He picked up his pace, rapidly throwing one foot in front of the other. As he entered the room, he saw a fat, middle-aged man sitting in the corner, a slim Hispanic man behind the camera, and a happy-looking young lady behind the interview desk.
When the man caught sight of him, he scowled, the cameraman saw him and gestured his head towards the seat opposite the woman. The presumable interviewer saw him, her sincere smile growing as he took a seat.
The applause track picked up as he sat down, and the light that signified going live flickered on quickly. His palms began to sweat as he awaited the questions.
"Brendon, it's great to have you today!" The woman stretched her hand towards him, and he took it quickly, shaking it three times and breaking away.
"Haha, it's great to be here."
"I'm Delaney, of LA Today. I'm going to ask you a few questions we've gathered from various social media accounts and let you answer them to the best of your abilities. Shall we begin?"
"Of course, Delaney."
The woman pointed to the portly man and he made his face a bit less rigid as he clicked a button. The button triggered a large screen to roll down, containing the first question.
"@ beebosfavorite asks: What's your favorite album you've done? Why?"
Brendon loosened up as the answer shot from his lips. "Pretty. Odd. was probably my favorite. And why? Uh, I had some of the best times of my life doing that album."
"Great! Next question comes from @ ryrorosscakes."
Brendon gripped his jeans with a pale hand as he heard the url. What if this was a-
"The question is: How long has it been since you last saw Ryan?"
His face went pale, and he smiled to cover his nervousness to answer the question. He missed Ryan, he missed Ryan more than anyone could ever know. He laughed hastily, and began to answer.
"Well, not recently. I'd like to talk again, Ryan's one of my closest friends. I lo-" he began, hearing the cameraman's breath catch.
"I liked being with him. He always had such a glow about him. He was always so inspired to do what he did. I miss Ryan. I miss him more than he probably knows."
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As Brendon left the building, he heard his phone ringing. But the ringtone wasn't the default ringtone. As the first notes of Northern Downpour rang out in his pocket, he felt his heart leap into his throat.
"Ryan?" He managed to croak out.
"Hey nerd, look next to your car."
Brendon spun around to see Ryan Ross's Brown Jeep parked right next to his Silver Honda, and grinned when he saw who was in it.
He ran over to the car faster than an eighth grade football player during gym class, one foot thrown rapidly in front of the other. His arms flung around the other man as Ryan stepped out of his car. Ryan pushed him away and lifted up his chin gently.
"So you missed me?" He grinned.
"You're lame."
Ryan blushed a bit as the words, "Would you mind if we..", spilled from his lips.
Before he could finish his sentence, Brendon connected their lips softly, chuckling against the spring breeze.
