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

Nails For Breakfast

a/n: i know nails for breakfast tacks for snacks is about ryan's dad. i just suck at comig up with title names based off the songs in fever.

"I can't believe you, Brendon." I looked at him as he sat on the couch next to me. He looked over at me and shrugged. He and I were hanging out at his and Sarah's place before he and the rest of the band/touring group went on tour for at least a month.

"What can I say, I don't like Jamie."

"Jesus Christ, Brendon, you were at my wedding. You're the one who walked me down! You're the one who gave me away!"

"Amy, things have changed. You know what I told you." He paused to take a sip from his beer. "He's not that bad."

"He references one more of his dumb songs I'll beg to differ." I let out a scoff that should be clarified as a chuckle. "That's just like you saying that me and Ryan seeing each other again is Gospel. No! This isn't Gospel, Brendon! God! You had to muddle and bring back my ex-boyfriend! I don't care if you want us together again and I don't care if you hate my husband. Jamie and I are working on it. He's just... I think he needs space."

"Ryan needed space." Brendon looked at me like he was a lost puppy.

"Yeah, well, it's different when you're actually married, Brendon." I pulled his beer from him and sipped the rest down. "I'm hurt. You broke a promise to me."

"Aggie, 7 maybe 8 years passed. I kept it up for 4 years. We invited him to the wedding. HE came and sat in the back. He told me he would try to stay away if he could. He came to the Halloween party three years ago and the one last year. He's been to the last four parties I've thrown. This time, he told me he wanted to see you. And I agreed. Sarah and Spencer really want you two to be friends again."

I looked at him in disbelief. I placed the bottle on the coffee table. Pennylane and Bogart were laying on the ground in front of Brendon and I. They were both fast asleep, dreaming of whatever dogs dream about. It was currently 10:30 pm. Sarah was out with a few of her friends. She offered me to go with her. But, I decided not to. I needed to talk to Brendon.

"I got drunk. I spent the night at Ryan's house. She was at the house. Jamie brought that fucking slut into our home. She was walking around naked in our home. So, I told him, him being Ryan, to go to a bar. We went. We both had a few drinks. We talked about what has happened in the last 7 years. I got drunk. He took me to his place. He showed me the music he wrote about me. He sang me a few. Something else happened. We didn't have sex. We didn't do anything that intimate. He went to his room and I stayed on the couch." I laid my head on the back of the couch and pulling my legs up to my chest. "The next morning he dropped a mug, and it shattered when it hit the ground. He made me coffee. I told him I had to leave. But, he kept trying to get me to stay. I took some Advil, gave Dottie a pet and left. He went to follow me because he want to talk. But, he wasn't wearing clothes. I mean, he was wearing boxers, but that's it. We went back in. He got dressed. When he stepped out, he had it in his hand, Brendon." I looked over at him. "He had the ring in his hand. He was giving it back to me."

"Did you take it?" Brendon asked, pulling one of his legs up onto the couch, placing his elbow on the back of the couch and then placed his head in his hand.

"No. I didn't take it. I left. Well, tried to leave. I got out of his house and walked towards the city. He was following me. I mean, he was talking to me. He wasn't stalking me or anything. He was just trying to get me to become his friend again. I called Dallon for a ride. But, Ryan took my phone and hung it up. He keeps making fun of my marriage. I mean. I know. I know Jamie is cheating on me. I get it. But, Ryan keeps saying that he hopes Jamie and I get a divorce or he hopes I leave Jamie. He wants us to be us again. I eventually got to leave. I made it home. Jamie and I fought." I sighed and shook my head. Brendon leaned over and rubbed my knee. "I don't understand him."