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

*Where Is Your Posture*

A black cocktail dress was on a hanger in the room I was in. It was a small room. A couch, a mirror and vanity, a dress rack was currently in the room with me. Ryan was somewhere else with Brendon. They were taking their own pictures and waiting for me to get dressed. My hair and makeup was already done. Bright red lip stick was applied to my lips. Nude colored eyeshadow was on my eyes. My hair was in a fancy updo. Why am I so fancy? I do not know. It's what they wanted. I know! It's my album! I should get a say in this.

I grabbed the dress off the rack, got changed, slid a pair of heels on and went out to the room I was told to go to when I was ready. Brendon was standing off to the side whilst Ryan was getting his pictures taken.

Ryan was wearing a white dress shirt, a black blazer and a pair of black slacks. A pair of black shiny dress shoes went along with it. He had nude color make up on to cover his imperfections.

They heard the tapping of my heels. That's what got their attention. They all turned and looked at me. I immediately looked down. There were several dozen people in the room. I only knew two of them. And to add on to it, I have no clue what we'll be doing.

I folded my arms over my chest and stood next to Brendon. He looked at me and smiled.

"What?" I muttered, looking at him. He smiled and shrugged. I rolled my eyes and watched Ryan modeled around. But, that's the thing. He was staring at me. Or he was staring at Brendon.

"Ryan!" The photographer snapped her fingers to try and get Ryan out of this trance he seems to be in. He wiped his eyes and turned his attention back to the photographer, only every so often sneaking glimpses of me.

"Amy, stand next to him." The photographer pointed to the spot that she wanted me to stand at. I looked up at Brendon with a scared look on my face.

"I don't even know her name." I whispered.

"Marian." He replied. I nodded before I was dragged away and put next to Ryan. I looked up at him and smiled.

"Hey." He smiled and looked down at me. I smiled and nodded.

"Hi." I replied quietly. Marian walked over to Ryan and I and moved us to the position she wanted us in. Our cheeks were touching. Ryan was squatting uncomfortably and I was on an apple crate, pressing me cheek to his.

"Act like you're married."

"Yeah, that's a bit of a touchy subject for us." I stated, keeping my cheek on Ryan's. Marian didn't seem to care. I rolled my eyes and shook my head.

"No. You know what." I stepped off the apple crate and almost fell. I stood up and walked over to Marian. "This is my album. I don't give two shits if I'm paying you a fuckload of money. I want the album art to be nice. I don't want it to look like Ryan and I are a couple! No! We aren't! If I'm paying you, I get what I want." I shouted, pulling my hair out of the ridiculously fancy updo that I didn't even want. Curls fell against my back. I kicked the heels off and unzipped my dress. "If I'm paying you, I get what I want. I don't want this lovey dovey bull shit. I don't want it on my album. I don't want people to think we're together. We aren't." I looked at the photographer and snapped. She nodded. I walked back to the dressing room I was told I would get. I pulled the dress off my body and put my own clothes back on. I walked back out to the room where everyone was. All eyes turned back on me.

"What? It's what I want. Like I said, it's my album. I don't want Ryan and I playing married couple to be on the cover of my very first album." I crossed my arms. A pony tail was around my wrist. I pulled my overly sprayed hair back in a messy bun. I stood next to Brendon again. Everyone went back to whatever they were told to do.

"You're picky."

"I'm not picky." I stated, crossing my arms over my chest. "If I wanted it to be lovey for the album art, I would've written a love album. That's not what this is. You know that. You helped me write most off the songs." I stated firmly.

"You're still picky." He shrugged, running his hair.

"I'm not paying her either. This is ridiculous!" I shook my head. "I wanted it simple. Candid if at all possible. And if not, Ryan and I just fucking about with our guitars would've sufficed." I stated. "Professionals." I looked over at the photographer who was off to the side tell her staff what to do. I shook my head.

"Calm down, Aggie." Ryan came out of nowhere and placed his hand on my shoulder. I looked at him and shook my head.

"I am calm." I stated. "This was just ridiculous." Marian came over.

"That'll be $1-"

"Whoa! Stop! Hold it right there!" I looked at her. "I'm not paying you. You took, what, ten pictures of Ryan? Maybe three of those will be good. And you took two pictures of the two of us together. If it's going to be $1000 for maybe five good pictures, you're insane. I'm not paying you. Delete them." I stated firmly. "I don't care if you sue me or not. I have some helluva good lawyers and a shit ton of cash. And, just because I have a shit ton of cash, does not mean I'm paying 1k for maybe five good photos. That's bullshit and a waste of money and time. You sue me, I will make sure no one comes to you for business. Why? Because you just tried to make me make lovey poses with a good friend of mine. That is why I am not paying you. Understood?" I looked at her. She nodded and scurried off. "Good." I scoffed. "I'm going home. I'll figure this album art nonsense out. Thanks. Sorry if this was wasted time." I sighed, pulling my car keys out of my pocket and looking at them.

"I'm sure we'll figure something out." Ryan stated.

"Oh, we will." I laughed. "Thanks for coming out." I looked at him and smiled. I left.