Make Love, Make War (Tayley) |

REUNITEMENT

Around a week later, some of the Parading Hippies went to their studio again. There was Hayley, Jenna, and a couple new college kids; Brendon Urie, Jordan Benjamin, Jeremy Davis, and Sarah Orzechowski.
They weren't going to work on any projects, but Zac was throwing a lake party tomorrow and they needed to relax. And bond.

Hayley put her head back on a dry easel, and sighed, slightly laughing, "Brendon, sorry if this sounds weird, but you're probably one of the hottest people I've ever seen."

"It's not weird, we're the same age," Brendon snorted, "And yes, I know."

Sarah looked at Brendon for a few seconds before turning her head to face Jordan. "So what got you into this civil rights movement? You're so young!"

Jordan, only a sophomore in high school, had his knees in his chest, his back up against the wall. He explained, "I'm from Canada. I thought the war looked bad from an outside standpoint, but when I came here, I figured it was even worse. What with you, Sarah?"

"I'm a woman. Enough said. Brendon?"

"I've always supported the movements, but I didn't really act on it. But my best friend, Ryan, had been sent back from the army after a battle with only 1 arm and no legs. That was it, I guess. Jeremy?"

"I don't know. Morals, I guess," Jeremy wrapped up the conversation. Right then, Zac burst through the door, red in the face.

"Jenna, Hayley, that dude from Elm Street is pissed. Please, come help me deal with him and his friends."

They got up and outside, and Zac brought them to his apartment building.

"...What is it?" Hayley asked, seeing nothing different.

Zac rolled his eyes, catching his breath from them running. "Calm down, they're at the back of the building."

They ran across, and when they reached the back of the brick building, they were greeted by the face of graffiti, profane and pro-war. One saying was directed right at Zac, one at Hayley. There was also a penis drawing, but that was unimportant.

"Hey, what the hell do you guys think you're doing?" Jenna stormed up to the four boys still messing around with the spray paint, "You can't do this!"

Two of the boys turned around. One of them was the boy. "Shut up, you blonde bitch, and leave us be," the other one said. Jenna lunged at them, but Zac and Hayley grabbed her arms and pulled her back.

"I asked my father about you guys," said the boy on Elm Street, "The two leaders, Zac Farro and Hayley Williams. He doesn't have nice words to say."

"Great. You know our names. If you're going to be an egotistical piece of shit, tell us yours. You're not popular enough for us to hear about you," Hayley snapped, dropping Jenna's arm, who hung back.

He smirked. "Taylor York. Hayley, you have quite a mouth on you. Talk to me in the front of the building?"

Hayley looked at Zac for approval. He just rolled his eyes and whispered, "I've already called the cops on them. If you stall him, it'll be even better."

Hayley and Taylor went to the front of the building. Police sirens sounded a lot closer.

"Okay, sure. I'm going to be blunt, Miss. Williams-
"Ms. Williams, asshole."

Taylor frowned. "Hard work and family values are all that should be important," he opinionated, "No point trying to make a dent in this system, it's the American dream."

"And incest used to be common and accepted. The whole point is that we've evolved and we're smarter than we were a century ago. Why the hell stop there?" Argued Hayley, scowling.

"Because you're not promoting evolution, Ms. Williams. World problems aren't going to suddenly disappear if you graffiti a building. I'm going to fight in a war solely because I want to fight in a war. This mentality has existed since people started to attack themselves, and it won't change. We can't evolve more than we've already have."

Hayley sighed an air of desperation. "Mr. York, if you aren't busy, come to the lake tomorrow. I'll show you something. We don't bite, don't worry. That's what we don't stand for."