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

*Indifference*

I buttoned up an old stage shirt before I slipped the rose vest on, black skinny jeans were clinging to my legs. I had curled my hair and put it up in a neat hair do. Today was the day. The day I'm meeting with lawyers. What kind of lawyers? Well, I need someone to help with the tours! I also need to hire a manager...

"This is-What are you wearing?" Ryan said from behind me. I turned around and looked at him.

"Oh... This?" I looked down and smiled. "I couldn't..." I looked down and felt my cheeks warm up. "Wait... What time is it?" I looked back at Ryan.

"Almost 2:30." He replied, looking at his watch.

"Oh shit!" I quickly finished getting ready and dashed out to get my shoes on. "Come on! I'm gonna be late!" I grabbed my keys before going out to my car.

"Agnes, what's going on?" Ryan asked, following me outside.

"Meeting! Lawyers! Brendon got me a meeting with a bunch of lawyers for the album. Since I'm technically not signed by anyone, we might get signed by Pete and Fueled." I looked over at Ryan and smiled.

"You still talk with Pete?"

"He is a friend." I shrugged, starting my car and driving to a café. "You don't talk to Pete?"

"Well, I haven't seen him in a few years." Ryan shrugged.

"Oh. Well, he's gonna be here. Along with Brendon." I parked the car in front of the building. We both got out. "I haven't seen Pete in a few months anyways. It'll be nice to see him." I nodded as we both walked in.

I got iced coffee and found a large table. Ryan sat next to me and folded his hands on the table in front of his drink. Brendon walked in and pulled off his sunglasses. Once he saw Ryan and I at a table he walked over to us.

"Hey," I smiled up at him.

"Hi." He looked at me and cocked my head. "Nice outfit." He nodded at the vest.

"Thanks. I stole it from a friend." I smiled and winked at Ryan. He let out a slight laugh through his nose and looked at me.

"What's up?" Ryan asked, now turning his attention to Brendon.

"Pete has to cancel." Brendon placed his hands on the table and looked at me. I shook my head.

"Why?"

"He's sick." He pouted a bit. "But, he did, however, listen to you and decided to sign you." He then smiled. I looked up at him and my jaw dropped.

"What?!" I jumped out of my seat and looked at Brendon, then Ryan, then Brendon again. "What?! I'm..." I smiled widely. "More people are going to hear about me now that I'm being signed by Fueled By fricking Ramen." I looked at Brendon and smiled brightly. "Oh my god." I sat back down and shook my head.

"You're not going to be alone, Ames. Three of your friends are going to be with you the whole time." Brendon stated, placing a hand on my shoulder.

"I know. It's not just that though." I let out a deep sigh. "I'm in the middle of divorcing my husband." I looked at Brendon. "There's this and I know we have 80% of this album recorded already. But... I don't know I guess..." I sighed, looking at the coffee that was sitting in front of me. It was my coffee.

"Don't worry." Ryan stated, reaching across the table and holding my hand. I pulled my hand away and looked at him.

"Sorry. I have to go to the bathroom." I stood up, pushing the table as I stood up. My coffee splashed over the cup and landed on the coffee.

I washed up and looked at myself in the mirror and shook my head. I looked tired. I've been sleeping at night. I have been. I fall asleep before Ryan does.

"Whatever." I muttered, throwing water onto my face before walking back out to the table where Ryan and Brendon were.

"I'll let Pete know you said yes." Brendon smiled at me. I nodded.

"We need to head back home, Ry." I looked at him. He nodded and stood up. "Thanks, Brendon. I'll see you later." I looked at him and nodded. Ryan and I both walked out of the coffee shop and to his car.

I sat in the seat while Ryan started the car.