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

Feeling As Good As Lovers Can

"He's been locked up in the office for three days." I sat next to Brendon on the couch. "He knows my birthday is on the 30th, right? He has to know his fiancé's birthday is this weekend. We've been together for four years."

"He's just going through something. Every writer goes through something. He'll get over it eventually."

"I've just never seen him like this. Even when you guys were doing Pretty. Odd. he wasn't like this." I sighed, slouching into Brendon's side. I was at his place. I couldn't be at the apartment right now. I've been there for too long.

"Maybe he needs a fuck."

"Jesus Christ, Brendon." I looked at him. "Seriously?!"

"What?! You get to joke around with your sex life but the second I bring it up it's a no no?!"

"Sorry. You're right. I'm just tired. I haven't slept in a few days." I looked at my fingers. My eyes instantly caught the ring. I pulled it off to examine it.

"Do you want to come over here for a night? I'm sure if you just get away you'll be better."

"Ehhh." I slid the ring back on and looked up at Brendon. "He hasn't slept in the bed for a while. I miss him."

"So ground him. Take away his writing. We just released an album last year. I don't know why he's so worried about this."

"He told me he just needed to write this song but he can't because he has writers block."

"Should I go talk him out of it? Maybe that's what he needs. Testosterone. That's what he needs. Beer, bacon, whisky, some other manly thing I'm not sure about."

"That's a good idea. Why don't you go do that? Talk him out..." I itched the back of my head. "God. This is so dumb. I hate this so much." I sighed.

"I'll get him back. Do not fear, good citizen." Brendon patted the top of my head. I rolled my eyes.

"Thank you, Brendon. This means a lot to me." I smiled softly. "If you weren't Ryan's best friend and best man, I'd make you my maid of honor." I smirked.

"Sure." Brendon chuckled.

{***}

"Fuck! Seriously!?"

"What?" I looked at him, disappointment filled up inside of me. My birthday. My 21st let alone... And who forgot? Yeah... He did...

"This..." Ryan stood up from the couch and shook his head violently. He threw his notepad and pen at the ground.

"You're doing a pretty shit job at telling me what's wrong, Ryan." I stated, moving my gaze from Ryan back to the book I was currently reading. 'If you don't tell me what's wrong, I can't help you."

"It's nothing. Don't worry about it." He shook his head. "I need to take a nap." He then nodded and looked at me.

"Okay." I replied, looking at him, my best fake smile on my lips. "Oh! Don't forget, we have cake testing tomorrow afternoon." My eyes followed him as he walked towards our bedroom.

Even though the wedding isn't till next year, we figured. Hey, why not. Cake. That shit is good. I enjoy it. We all do! Chocolate. Vanilla. Chocolate. Berry. But most importantly chocolate. Cake is good.

"Thanks for the reminder." Ryan mumbled before pushing the door closed. I rolled my eyes and finished up this chapter. After I finished the chapter, I carefully changed into a crème colored dress that had flowers on it, did my hair and left for the restaurant we planned on going to with the Uries, Jon and Spencer.

"Hey... Where's Ryan?" Brendon asked, looking at me as he sat at the table. I sighed.

"Napping." I looked at him just as he sat down. "It's fine. We're probably going to go do something later." I lied, already knowing the truth. Brendon nodded lightly, picking up the glass of water that was placed in front of him.

"Is every-"

"Everything is fine." I snapped, looking up at him. "Everything is just fine, Brendon." I composed myself a bit before taking a sip from the water in front of me. Brendon looked at me and cocked his head. He knows.

"Agnes, I've known you for 20 years." He stated, looking at me. That is true. We've known each other since we were in diapers. He's been with me through everything. His mother and father were both there for me when my parents left me. That whole family is practically my own family.

"He didn't remember." I looked up at Brendon and wiped my eyes before the tears fell. Brendon's face fell slightly. "I told him about the cake thing that isn't scheduled till May next year. I... He yelled at me four times yesterday and I have no clue why. Did I do or say something to him to make him like this?" I asked, playing with the napkin that I had placed on my lap. "Was he like this while he was writing Fever?" This time I looked directly at Brendon. "Ryan isn't as loving as he was a month ago. He isn't as loving as he was when he proposed."

"I don't know what's going on." Brendon looked at me. "It could be any number of things. Really... It could be. He wasn't ever planning on marrying anyone."

"Don't you dare give me that 'Falling in love was never a part of the plan.' Bullshit. He fucking hated my guts. And I he."

"Agnes, it could be any number of things. Anything. He probably just needs to take it out in writing. He does that. You know that."

"Okay." I wiped my eyes again. "Okay." I nodded. The rest of the "party" arrived. Brendon moved so he was sitting next to me, Spencer was on the other side. Jon sat next to Spencer and Brendon's parents sat next to Brendon. An empty seat was in between Jon and Mrs. Urie.

"Will Ryan be joining us?"

"No. He got caught up with something." I replied, looking at the empty seat. Disbelief. That's what I felt. Disbelief. And anger. Sadness. All of those emotions. It's my 21st birthday and my boyfriend isn't here.

Brendon placed a hand on my knee and looked up at me, love in his eyes. "I'm sure he'll come around." He nodded. I picked up the wine glass that was in front of me. It was filled with red wine. I took a long sip.

"I'm sure he will too." I looked at him.

Dinner came and went. I was well over drunk. Why not! It's my party! I'll drink if I want. No one ever told me I shouldn't. And, besides, I can legally have alcohol without getting carded. I'm feeling pretty good.

"I'll take her home." Brendon looked at his parents and then at Jon and Spencer. I nodded, not caring who took me home or whatever. This is just bullshit. I hate this.

"Call me if you need help." His mother placed a hand on his shoulder. Brendon nodded before wrapping an arm around me and helping me out to his car.

"Thanks, Bden." I smiled, laying my head on the cool window. He let out a slight scoffe before starting the car. We drove in quiet.

"I bet the bastard is locked away in the office." I mumbled as we went up the stairs. Well, Brendon was mostly carrying me. I guess I don't handle alcohol well.

"I'm sure he his." Brendon grunted, placing his hand on the handle to the apartment. He walked me right into the home. It seemed dead and sad. Just like Ryan...

"Just, lay on the couch." Brendon lead me over to the living room. "I'm gonna get you water."

I fell asleep before he even got back. I don't even know what happened after.