I'm Not Complaining That It's Raining (sequel to Aventures)

6- Pathetic

(A.N.: I'm so so so so so so sorry. I'm a massive bitch, omg. I haven't updated in forever, Jesus. My author juice just kinda went out idek.

Okay okay okay okay okay I have absolutely no excuses, I'm sorry.

Now read. )

I got home exactly forty-nine minutes after leaving the studio and angrily threw my keys on the wall.

This was ridiculous.

I took my shoes off and stormed up the stairs. I slammed the door and let out a groan of frustration. How could they do this? How could they refuse to hear me out?

Fighting hadn't been written for an album. It was just a song, written by fate to get two people back together. That's all it was, and all it would ever be. I had written Fighting to get the breakup off my chest, to let it all out.

If Fighting ended up somewhere, it would be at the bottom of a closet, under boxes and bags, forgotten within the years. Words would slowly fade away, as everyday would make the ink leave the sheet a little more. It didn't belong anywhere, and I wouldn't let them make it happen.

I sat on the bed and hid my face in my hands. I sighed, recalling everything about the argument. It was mean of me, I'll admit. But it was horrible of them. Horrible, inappropriate and... And... And horrible!

I still couldn't figure out how Brendon could be so... Uncomprehending and heartless. He was my husband after all. Out of them all, he should have understand.

On that thought, I decided it would simply be better to go to sleep. Not that I would be able to sleep anyway, but at least trying to forget about tonight wouldn't hurt.

Wouldn't hurt at all, actually.

I took my shirt off along with my pants, and slipped under the covers. The sheets felt cold and unwelcoming against my skin and, as I took the covers up to my chest, I felt Brendon's PJ pants (that were lazily laying on the bed) fall on the floor.

The freaking drawers, Brendon, goddammit.

I stared at the ceiling for many long, long minutes. Minutes that eventually turned into hours and, when I first heard the door open, it was aproximatly 3 in the morning. Since I thought I would hear a tired Brendon enter the room, I turned to my side, my back facing the door.

There was no way I would talk about anything tonight.

But he never did. After twenty-seven minutes of waiting, I concluded that he probably had crashed on the couch, not being too excited about another fight either. I decided to shrug it off and, maybe because I knew that Brendon was safe home, drifted to sleep after only a few seconds.

...

Wake up, fucker. Wake up, fucker. Wake up, fucker. Wake up, fucker. Wak- *click*

Note to self: change that goddamn alarm.

I groaned and sat up, trying my best to open my eyes despite the overly bright light coming from the window. I sleepily put my pants on and left the room, shirtless.

When I got downstairs to the livingroom, I only found a couch with a few covers and a little sheet of paper. I rubbed my eyes and carefully took the sheet in my hands.

"Pete's still throwing a party tonight. And yes, we're still going. It'd be lovely if you at least tried to look like you didn't want to chop my balls off. I'm picking you up at seven. Be ready by then.

B"

I sighed heavily and put the paper back on the couch. Brendon always knew how to piss someone pff, didn't he. I took a deep breath and walked to the kitchen to make some coffee.

I had the weird feeling that tonight would be a long, long night.

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(Boring, boring, boring, boring jesus I know I'm sorry. I really had an author's block and idek. So here. I hope I can post another chapter soon!!

Ugh

Oh, by the way.

(IMPORTANT SO PLEASE READ!!!) I just wanted to let you guys know that like, this fiction has really nothing to do with real life. Or at least my vision of real life. I understand that the old Panic! will never be back together, and to be honest, I don't think I'd like them to.

Don't get me wrong, I freaking love Jon and Ryan and I love the old Panic! and all but I mean, it's been years now, and the new Panic! with Dallon and all is phenomenal (Dallon is my bae, I really love him). So, if you thought that I was being overly nostalgic about the breakup, or just being an idiot believing that they will get back together, I am not. And I believe it's good the way it is now.

I think we should all get over the breakup because, no matter how great Panic! was with Ryan and Jon, Dallon is a great person, a terrific musician and a truly amazing human being. And I mean it. And I think that we all deserve to get over the fact that Brendon and Ryan are never making music together again. It's better for all of us.

sO THERE! If you read all this, I LOVE YOU! If you didn't, I STILL LOVE YOU! Kay so I hope you enjoyed reading this and again, I'm really sorry for not updating enough =[ bye!!)