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

Back To The Street Where We Began

"Rumor has it you and Amy Blake, co-writer of Behind The Sea, are engaged now." The interviewer remarked looking Ryan, who was sitting across from said interviewer. I smiled as Ryan looked over at me. I was sitting just behind a camera that was recording this press-junket. He smiled and looked down at his hands awkwardly.

"Well, I'm not sure if she wants to share something like that because she's literally right there. Even if it were true, I wouldn't say anything about it. So, I guess that's still a rumor." Ryan chuckled. Brendon elbowed Ryan's side and looked at him, a knowing smile on his lips. I chuckled and shook my head.

"Aw, come on." The interviewer looked at his notepad to re-read his notes. "We're all friends here."

"Listen, Amy and I are very private people. As far as you know, we're still together. Can we please move on to the next question?" Ryan asked, anger slightly laced in his voice. This is the fourth interview they've had. This is the sixth time that question has been asked.

"Any ideas for the next album?" He instantly asked, looking up at Brendon. The interviewer wore a simple suit and a bright smile. Ryan was wearing a black vest, red plaid and jean combo. And Brendon was wearing a dark red, light red tee-shirt and jeans.

"Oh, we'll never know what will come out next." Brendon ran his hand through his hair. "It could be anything." Brendon smiled softly. Ryan kept looking at me, a small smile on his lips. My fingers fiddled with the engagement ring that was on my left ring finger. It instantly made me smile widely.

"Excuse me for a moment. I need the restroom." Ryan stood up very suddenly. He unclipped his microphone from his vest, placed it on his seat and walked away from the interview set.

"Wait, Ryan!" Brendon stood up, but the interviewer pushed him back into his seat.

"We can finish without him." The interviewer waved Ryan off.

Ryan walked over to me, grabbed my hand, and pulled me away from the sets. He lead me right to a janitors closet.

"What are you doing?" I looked up at him and shook my head. "You cannot do that, Ry! You're in the middle of an interview. This is not professional!"

"They ask the same questions over and over again until they hear what they want to hear. We've kept this engagement under wraps for three weeks." He looked down at me. "Three weeks. We can either keep it hidden till the wedding. Or we can spread the news and have your life become more known to the world." He shrugged. I groaned.

"Okay. Fine. But, you can't leave a press-junket like that again, Ryan."

"Whatever you say." He smiled before pecking my lips.

"You better go back and finish that junket. Or else more rumors are gonna spread." I stated, my fingers finding their way back to my ring. Ryan caught what I was doing and grasped my hand, lifting it up to his lips to peck my knuckles. I rolled my eyes.

"Lover boy, I swear." I scoffed. He smiled slyly before dropping my hand.

"I love you."

"You better get back out there." I nodded at the door. He picked up my hand and lead me back out of the closet. He walked back around and sat next to Brendon, who was being interviewed by a different person.

"Ah, Ryan. So nice of you to join us." The new interviewer stated, looking at Ryan. "I have a question for you."

"She ran out of questions for me." Brendon whispered just loud enough for everyone to hear. I shook my head.

"Okay." Ryan nodded, clipping his mic back to his vest.

"Apparently there is a rumor going around that you and Amelia Blake are going to get married. Are these true?" Ryan let out a heavy sigh. I let out a chuckle.

{***}

"Son of a bitch!" I exclaimed, looking at what I had just stubbed my toe on. A guitar case. "Ryan!" I yelled, picking up the case and walking towards the office. Ryan was sitting at the desk, his headphones on his head, he was hunched over the desk.

"Ryan," I pushed his shoulder, dropping the case on the floor next to him.

"Yes?" He looked up at me, frustration in his eyes. He's been like this for a few days.

"I just tripped over your guitar. I know we're trying to figure some stuff out and shit. Please be careful with your shit. I don't want to be the one to pay for a new guitar." I looked at him. He let out a slightly frustrated sigh.

"Couldn't you have just looked at where you were stepping? Jesus. I shouldn't have to be careful. I always push my things against the wall."

"Ryan!" I looked at him. He looked up at me and realized what he had just said.

"Shit. I am so sorry, Aggie." He shook his head before placing it on the desk. "I've had a long day." He sighed. "I have writers block but a part of me still wants to write. I need to write." He insisted, sitting back up.

"It's okay, Babe. Take a break if you need." I gently rubbed his back.

"I really shouldn't." He stated, looking up at me. I pouted.

"You're going to work yourself to the bone. I better have a man to get married to on the day of our wedding." I crossed my arms over my chest, a smile on my lips. He chuckled.

"You will. I promise." He stood up and gave me a hug.

"Just... Don't overdo it. Please." I said into his shoulder.

"I will not overdo it. I promise."

"Thank you. I'll leave you now." I pulled away from him. "Good luck. I love you." I nodded before leaving him.

Little did I know, this wasn't the first time this was going to happen.