Dying in LA (Ryden/Peterick)

March 21

"To Hot Topic!" Ryan shouted.

Ah yes, the emo hangout. A place stocked full with band shirts, chains, and most importantly Pete Wentz new cologne.

The dark atmosphere is home to many, including me. Frankly, if this didn't exist, I wouldn't exist. Its like I was born in this place.

Helena played softly in the background setting off Ryan, "JUST LIKE A MATCH YOU TRIED TO INCINERATE."

"WHY WOULD YOU PLAY THIS LADY YOU KNOW IT HURTS US!" he complained.

The clerk just rolled her eyes, she was used to this it seemed.

"Wait Ryan, why are we here if we aren't going to be able to wear this stuff?" I questioned.

"I'm going out in style you dipshit." He sassed.

No, we're going out in style.

"Here, catch." Ryan threw me a bottle labeled....

PETE SCENTZ, "YOU FOUND IT!"

"Last one too, hurry up and sniff the smell of Pete Wentz." he urged. I uncapped the bottle and sprayed a bit on my wrist. I lifted my wrist to,my nose and took a whiff. Worst mistake ever, "THIS SMELLS LIKE DRIED CUM AND OLD EYELINER. " Ryan was no help, and busted out laughing.

"Oh yeah, he did smell like that." a familiar person recalled.

"How would you know?" I asked.

"We're best friends. Of course I would know what he smelled like." The voice stated, suddenly closer.

I spun around quickly coming face to face with the one and only Mikey Fucking Way.

"YOU'RE MIKEY FUCKING WAY!" I shouted.

"Yes, yes I am." He chuckled.

Ryan was to busy laughing on the ground to notice.

"Uhhhhh Ryan, what if I told you Mikey Way was standing in front of me? " I asked.

"I'd cry and ask why My Chemical Romance had to break up. I'd also tell him I cry during The Ghost of You each time it plays.... because he died." Ryan rushed out from across the small store.

"Well that sounds like a lot Ryan. Also, can you come over here real quick?" I responded.

"Ummm dude, there is absolutely no way you are getting me to smell that- OH MY FUCKING GOD." He started.

Ryan started hyperventilating in a random corner. Let's just say he's probably Dead!..... See what I did there? Okay back to Ryan.

Mikey FUCKING Way rushed over to help him.

"Um Mikey, you touching him is gonna-"

"Holy shit, holy shit, HOLY SHIT!"
Ryan screeched, "MIIKEY FUCKING WAY IS TOUCHING MY SHOULDER!!!"

Mikey nervously scampered away from Ryan.

"Uh, Mikey, what did you do?" A soft yet deep voice asked.

"Well him seeing me gave him a panic attack and when I touched him he freaked, way more. Don't tell Gerard?"

I turned around, "Gerard? Why would he even want to-"

Shock, every inch of my body froze, "Uh, Uh RYAN" I screamed.
"NO, do not show me another one of My Chems former members, I will freak  the fuck- YOU'VE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME!"

I regained my composure, "Hi I'm Patrick, and your Frank-

"And I'm Gerard!"

"RYAN!"

At this point, the hippie-ish boy started crying.

Then they all rushed in to help him.

Then he passed out.

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Wow I was really fucking edgy, so.......hi I'm back ish not really, but I wanted to read my old stories, and I saw this was unpublished.