Things Have Changed (Adopted by Brendon Urie)

Chapter 10: 20 Dollar Nosebleed

Yes, I know this is a Fall Out Boy song but technically Brendon did do some vocals in it so it counts. But whatever just read chapter and you'll understand why ;)

I shuffle the cards in my hands as I wait patiently for my turn. Brendon lays down a blue 7. Perfect...

I slap my card down on the deck of played cards.

"Draw two, loser..." I say triumphantly. Raising my last two cards in the air.

"ARE YOU SERIOUS, I HAD ONE MORE CARD!!" Dallon angrily yells. The rest of us laugh at his reaction. He huffs as he draws 2 cards from the deck.

"No offense but Dal, you kind of suck at Uno. This has happened to you at least 5 times in this game." I shrug.

"Well you suck at Uno..." I hear him mutter under his breath.

"Oh I suck at Uno? For your information I won the last two games." I sass back, crossing my arms.

"It's true so you can't really say that." Patrick says, laying down a red reverse.

"Thank you." I say nodding to Patrick and looking back to Dallon.

"Let's just finish this freaking game." He grumbles as he lays back into the couch he's sitting on.

Patrick, Brendon, Dallon, Joe, Pete, and I are all playing Uno in Fall Out Boy's dressing room before the Tampa show tonight in Florida.

June 18th, about a third of a way through the tour, things have been absolutely wild. The multiple pranks the bands have been playing on each other. And the multiple times that people have gotten hammered drunk while having mini tour bus parties and things getting absolutely crazy. Although we have had some really wild times on this tour, thankfully, no one has gotten hurt.

More people take their turns and the cycle keeps continuing until I finally have one more card. I keep my card close to my chest making sure no one can see it.

It's finally Brendon's turn. He looks at his cards, making sure they are away from where I can see them. He glances up at me, looking to see if I could give him any sign on what to put down. To bad for him because I keep a straight face. He looks back at his cards and bites his lip, deciding on which card to choose. After a few seconds of him debating, he slowly puts a green 9 card on the disregarded deck.

All eyes are on me as I take a peak at my card, double checking if it's correct. I glance back at the other men around me, waiting patiently to see if I'll win or draw another card.

I reveal my answer by giving a devilish smirk and laying my blue 9 on the deck, matching the 9 on Brendon's card.

I series of "fuck yous" and "bullshits" were shouted from the other men. Me on the other hand jumps out of my seat and gives a victorious yell, pumping my fist in the air.

"How are you so good at this game?" Patrick asks as he starts picking up the cards the other men threw on the ground in anger after I won.

"I don't know." I shrug, "Luck?"

"I bet she cheats," Pete huffs jumping onto the couch in anger. He's so competitive.

"I do not cheat!" I yell out, crossing my arms and shooting him a glare.

"Bull—"

Pete is then cut off by a knock at the door. Joe goes over and opens it revealing a crew member in all black with a head seat on.

"I was told that some Panic members were in here?" The crew members asks looking around the room.

"Well there's only one panic member if you're being technical but yeah the member and a touring mate are in here." Brendon says standing were Joe used to be.