Is there Somewhere? - Ryden

25

"Ryan.... What the fuck is going on?" Brendon asks as he looks over Pete, who's standing in front of him with the most devilish grin Brendon thinks he's ever seen. "Dude how....? I thought you were doing your radio thing right now?"

"All that shit is prerecorded." Pete chuckles, biting as his bottom lip oh so gently. "You know, we've all been wondering what the hell happened to you when you left the contest."

Brendon glances at Ryan, who is trying to hide a smile by pressing his lips together tightly, before looking back at Pete. "I just needed some time to think I guess..."

"Well did you have a chance to think about your music while you were gone?"

"A little..... Is that why I'm here? To talk to you about my music?" Brendon asks quizzically.

Pete shrugs gently before turning and moving toward a black door with a small golden knob. "You could say that." He smirks before turning the knob and opening the door, nodding for us to go inside. "Actually... To talk to a couple people about your music."

Before Brendon knows it, Ryan's hand is at the small of his back, guiding him into a room where he is greeted by two very familiar faces. Jon and Spencer are wide eyed and staring at papers in their hands. They only half seem to notice when Brendon walks into the room.

Brendon turns back to look at Pete. "What the hell is going on?" He asks again, hoping he might actually get an answer this time around.

"I want to sign you, Brendon." Pete smiles. "Actually I wanted to sign all of you.. As a band."

Brendon stands there for what seems like thirty minutes in pure awe. Pete wentz wanted to sign him. Him and Spencer and Jon! "You're fucking with me." He mumbles out, a smile pulling at his lips.

"No. I'm not actually." Pete laughs as he moves to the table to pick up some papers. "Ryan's already signed the contract and I-"

"Wait what!?" Brendon all but yells, looking back at Ryan who is smiling like a fucking idiot. 

Ryan chuckles in response and moves to kiss Brendons shoulder. "This is the surprise. Do you want to be in a band with me babe?"

Brendon smiles gently and moves his arm to wrap it around Ryan's waist, pulling him much closer. "I can't believe you did this."

Ryan shakes his head. "I didn't do anything."

Pete nods at that. "Honestly, when I saw all four of you on stage together, i couldn't deny the chemistry you all had. Not to mention the raw fucking talent you possessed. I couldn't just let that kind of talent slip away just because you two had a little argument. And when I saw how broken up about it Ryan was, I knew what had to happen. I can't let you slip through my fingers again Brendon. The band needs a frontman."

Brendon looks over his shoulder at Jon and Spencer, who already have signed copies of the contract in their hands. "If you don't sign that contract, Brendon, I swear to god I'll forge your signature." Spencer lets out, making the room laugh.

"How the hell are we supposed to be a band? We don't even have a name." Brendon laughs.

"I've kind of got that covered." Ryan hums, moving to take the contract from Petes hand before handing it to Brendon with a soft smile. "Just sign the damn thing." He laughs.

Brendon rolls his eyes and kisses Ryan's lips gently before grabbing a pen off of the table and quickly scribbling his signature onto the bottom of the contract.

Ryan smiles gently and looks up at Brendon before softly letting out "Welcome to Panic! at the Disco." And pressing his lips against Brendons in a passionate kiss.

Brendon was wrong all along. He now had the boy, and the band. He decides it is true what they say. Dreams really do come true.