Imagines

I am out of my mind (Ryan Ross imagine)

Imagine...

You're laying on the grass, at the park next to your house. Just relaxing under a tree, minding your own business, listening to music. You're blasting Panic! At The Disco in your headphones, thinking to yourself you have the greatest taste in music.

Knowing no one's around, you start to hum along softly.

"Come save me from walking out the windowsil, or I'll sleep in the rain. Don't you remember when I was the bird and you were a map?-" "and now he drags down miles in America, briefcase in hand. The stove is creeping up his spine again, can't get enough trash." He sings to you.

It's him. It's-it's Ryan Ross. George Fucking Ryan Ross is sitten next to you.

"Oh shit- I-I didn't mean to disturb you or anything, I just wanted to join... You have a very lovely voice" he tells you, feeling bad.

"Oh, no, don't worry, you're not disturbing me at all, I was just uhh... Well doing nothing actually" you both laugh.

"Can I?" He asks as he points your phone.

"Uh, yeah sure. Go ahead" you hand him your phone as he scrolls down your music.

"Mmhh... Yeah.. Oh yeah! Oh... Mmh mhh... Well that's interresting" he tells you, smiling.

Oh my god his smile was the cutest thing EVER. You nervously giggle, hoping you don't look like a fucking retarted 10 years old fan girl.

He lays down and you lay next to him. You talk for hours and hours, until the sun even beggins to set.

"Oh shit I- I'm sorry I didn't want to hold you back oh crap, your family must be worried sick!" He gasps.

"No, come on, I'm a big girl, I live on my own. I can stay here until the morning if I want to" you say, blushing.

"Hey (Y/N)?" He asks.

"Yeah?"

"Would you mind showing me the town? I just moved in and, ya know... I just wanna know the place better." He asks you.

"Oh, yeah sure! Just uh... Follow me!" You happily tell him, standing up.

He places his perfect light brown hair and you walk him around the city. You finaly get back to this park you were a few hours ago. You sit on a bench and don't really talk for a few minutes... It's just nice sitting there, in the dark with a nice (and smoking hot, must admit) guy in a quiet park.

He finally speaks. "Hey, wanna know a secret?"

"Uh... Yeah?" You tell him.

"I talked to Brendon last week and uh... We're writing a song together. We started today actually. And uh.. Yeah we're probably going to perform it together as well... I don't even know why I'm telling all this I just... I trust you. I don't know why, I mean we just met and stuff but I don't even know... I feel like you're a great girl. Uh, I suck at saying that kind of stuff" he laughs. You laugh as well and he slowly reaches for your hand. He grabs it and pulls you close to him. You put your head on his shoulder and he sings to you.

"Hey moon, please forget to fall down, hey moon, down you go down..." You both sing along to Northern Downpour, your head still comfortably leaned on his shoulder. When he finishes the song, you stand up and take his other hand.

"C'mon, there's one last place need to show you" "anywhere, as long as I get to be with you. Where to?" "My house." He whispers to your ear.