This Is A Fever You Can't Sweat Out//Panic! At The Disco FanFic//RyanRoss FanFic

This May Call For A Proper Introduction

I leaned against the building of the club. It's like I couldn't even breathe. Fucking Brendon lied to me! He said 'he' wasn't going to be here! And 'he' walks right into me!!

"Oh my god." I gasped, turning around and placing my hands on the cool brick wall. My hair had fallen out of its pony tail and was now covering, hiding my face. Tears burned down my face. I can't breathe.

I didn't want to see him. I never wanted to see him again. After that one night in Cape Town, I can still remember everything. Every little damned thing. The yelling. The screaming. The pounding. The crying. I told him to leave and never come back. And he left.

"I can't do it." I gasped.

"Aggie," Brendon started, walking out of the club and towards me. His hair was slicked back by his sweat. I don't blame him! It was extremely warm in there.

"Stay the fuck away from me, Brendon." I looked up at him. He shook his head and sat next to me.

"He lives in LA, Aggs. You were going to see him sometime."

"That's not the point. I didn't want to see him ever again. I got married, I moved on. You fucking lied to me. Right to my face. I almost didn't believe you. I hope you know that."

"Did you know Jamie is fucking cheating on you?" He asked, looking at me for a reaction.

"What?" I gaped at him. I was angry. Of course I was. Brendon has no right to tell me that my husband is cheating on me.

"That's why you guys have been fighting all the time. You're not his mistress. That's why I invited you to the same party as-"

"Say his name. I dare you." I looked at Brendon.

"You need to forgive him." Brendon stood up and looked down at me. "I'm sending him out here. I also gave him your phone number. So, yeah. I don't care if you're here or not. Just don't be a fucking bitch toward my friend." He added before walking back into the club. I took a deep breath before standing up.

"I don't think I can do this." I quietly said to myself, looking at the street. Cars would drive by every once in a while. Since it was about 10:30-11:00 on a Saturday night, people were going out. Getting dinner with their loved ones, spouse, or family member. Or they were seeing a movie. Then there was me. I was standing outside a club in was invited to for a party my friend threw, freaking out about my ex-boyfriend who I haven't seen since we broke up. 7 years ago.

"Fuck." I let out a breath and leaned against the wall again. Ryan walked out of the club holding two bottles of wine and two wine glasses. He looks so grown up. What did he do? That's exactly what he did. He grew up.

"What some?" He asked, uncorking a bottle. He placed the glasses on the windowsill.

"I'll just take the whole thing." I muttered.

"Here." He handed me a glass of red wine. My favorite. Of course he'd know that. He gave me my first glass of wine. I loved it.

"Thanks." I mumbled, taking the glass and downing the whole damned thing. I placed the glass on the window sill and looked at the ground. "Brendon's told me you're going solo?" I tried to be civil. But, have you ever tried being civil with a person you can't stand? It's hard to do.

"I have." He nodded, sipping his wine. "I'm actually working on an album. Brendon's helping out. It keeps getting delayed though." He then added.

"That's cool. That you're making an album." I replied, picking up the open bottle and pouring some in my glass. I shakily picked up the glass and sipped it. "Uh. How... How have you been?" I looked anywhere but him. I feel weak. Wouldn't you feel weak? Seeing your ex-lover.