This Is Pretty. Odd.//Panic! At The Disco FanFic/Ryan Ross FanFic

Things Have Changed... For Me...

"What?" Brendon looked at me and shook his head in disbelief. "Come with me." He muttered, grabbing my hand and pulling me towards a utility closet. He pushed the door closed and flipped the switch up so the light was on.

The closet was small. It held a few cleaning items here and there. Shelves occupied the walls and more supplies occupied those shelves. It smelt a little dewy and moldy in here. Like, the cleaning closet needed to be cleaned itself.

"What?!" Brendon exclaimed, placing his hands on my shoulders. "You did what now? With him!?! Aggie!" His facial features screamed anger. Oops...

"Your roadies were taking a while and I wanted to get some sleep. Ryan must have tagged along. I don't remember much! Jesus! Sorry!" I looked away. "If you want, I can get the next bus back to Vegas. I don't have to do this."

"No. Shit, Aggie, you can stay. We looked for you and Ryan till one this morning."

"Why didn't you ask the manager at the desk?"

"We did. The dumb ass wouldn't tell us anything." He replied, dropping his hands to his side. "Ryan didn't have his phone on him so we couldn't call him. And you don't have a phone. Allison told me you guys probably got to your rooms. Agnes, I was fucking scared. I didn't know where you were or who you were with. LA is scary if you don't know where you're going."

"I'm sorry. I told Martin to tell you guys when you woke up. He must have forgotten." I looked up at Brendon.

"It's fine. Just, next time, let me know when you leave or do something like that. As your big brother, I get to worry about you." He smiled and pulled me into a hug. "Now, tell me... You slept with the person hate?"

"Dude, really?" I scoffed, pulling away from him and looking at his face.

"I'm going to need details."

"I told you. I don't remember what happened. Ryan probably needed a place to sleep and he just happened to fall asleep on my bed. I don't think we did anything."

"You slept in the same freaking bed as Ryan. And the tour hasn't even started yet." Brendon chuckled.

"Nothing happened." I looked at him. "We didn't do anything, Brendon. I... I think..." I rubbed my eyes.

"Let's go get you something to eat. You're looking a bit hungry." Brendon stated, pulling the door open and ushered me out of the closet. Jon, Spencer and Ryan were standing outside of the closet, waiting for Brendon and I.

"Oh..." Brendon furrowed his eyebrows and took his hand away from the small of my back. "We were just talking." He pointed at me then the closet.

"And that's all we were doing." I mumbled, crossing my arms over my chest. I kept my gaze down, but when I looked up, Ryan was looking at me.

"What?!" I snapped, looking at him.

He raised his hands and shook his head. "Nothing. Just tired." He replied, hiking his backpack higher onto his back.

Brendon chuckled and looked down at me. "He's just tired you guys."

"What!?" I yelled, looking up at Brendon. Ryan's jaw dropped when he looked at Brendon.

"I would... No! Dude! She's 17!!" Ryan pointed at me. "You're gross." He scoffed, looking at me. "Even if we did do anything, none of you wouldn't know." He smugly smiled, crossing his arms over his chest.