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

I Have Friends In Holy Spaces

"Don't harass my friend, please." Brendon said, leading me into the backstage area. His hand was at the small of my back and he was pushing me away from the crowd of Fans that were currently trying to get into the backstage area, the restricted area.

"Can you walk any closer to me? Your sweat is starting to get on me." I said, shrugging his arm off me.

"Aggie, you will get lost, or kicked out of this area if I am not with you." Brendon covered his face and looked down. There were surprisingly a lot of people. Not just fans though. There were plenty of them. Mostly roadies from the two other bands, security guards doing a shitty job at their job, and then the band members of each band.

"Yeah, but you're sweaty. You just got off stage." I whined as he placed his arm on my shoulder and pulled me close to his body.

"We're almost there. Calm down, Aggs." He turned down a hall that was less busy. But, still a little scrambled.

"We're always almost there." I scoffed, holding on to Brendon's and as he kicked a door open. Ryan and another man were sitting on the couches, talking about something. Brendon and interrupted before I got the chance to eavesdrop on them.

"Oh. Sorry. I didn't know you guys were talking." Brendon looked at Ryan, who was looking at us. His face screamed horrified that Brendon and I just walked in on his conversation with clearly a close friend. Big oops there...

"No. No. It's fine. Pete and I were just finishing up." Ryan wiped his forehead before sitting back into the couch. Since they just got off stage, Ryan still had his heavy eye make up on and he still wore the black stage suit he had worn. As soon as Brendon got off stage, he changed into sweats and a baggy shirt. But Ryan. He was still in the hot and sweaty suit and eye makeup. He must've came right in here.

I looked up at Brendon. "Is... Is that... Is that Pete Wentz?" I asked, looking at the man who was sitting across from Ryan. He wore darker colored clothes, a black and grey stripped beanie, and really heavy eyeliner.

"That is." Brendon whispered back, lightly pushing me towards the two other men in the room.

"No freaking way." I gasped, looking at Pete.

"Pete, this is my friend Ames. Ames, Pete Wentz." Ryan stood up and walked behind me. "Don't harass my friend." He whispered.

"I would never." I turned and looked at Ryan and shook my head. Brendon laughed and took a seat next to Pete.

"How's it going?" He asked, kicking back and relaxing after a long show.

"Good! You guys killed it out there." Pete replied back, looking at Brendon. "Your friend seems a little starstruck."

"She's been a fan of Fall Out Boy for years." Brendon replied, looking up at Ryan and I. A small smile made its way on to his lips.

"uh. Um. Uh." I took a deep breath and turned to Pete and Brendon. "I.. Err... Uhm..."

"Are you okay, Aggie?" Brendon asked, looking up at me from the couch. Ryan placed a hand on my shoulder and turned to look at me.

"You're looking a little pale. Sit down." Ryan helped me to the couch behind us. I nodded and looked at him. "Is there water in here?" He asked, looking over at Brendon and Pete.

"I took 5 sips from this." Pete replied, leaning over with a half empty bottle of water.

"I'm sharing the same water as Pete Wentz. Ryan. Ryan, dude, Pete Wentz is giving me his water." I tugged at his black, velvet jacket before apparently passing out. Because the next thing I knew, I was laying on the couch with the three men looking down at me, worried looks on Brendon and Ryan.