Things Have Changed For Me(Panic Fanfic)

Chapter 1

{Wattpad just deleted the whole damn story. I'm typing on my phone so if I spell something wrong, I'm sorry.}

"Fuck," I muttered. My computer froze. I usually didn't care. Except this time I did. I needed to buy tickets for a tour. Panic At The Disco and Fall Out Boy were touring together. My computer unfroze just in time. I brought 4 tickets and 4 backstage passes. I called Nicole, but she didn't answer. I texted her letting her know that I ordered them. There was a knock on my window. I opened it and Dustin came in. He kissed my cheek, which was unexpected.

"Uh, hey Dustin," I said, my hand on my cheek.

"Sup Girlie," he replied, plopping down on my bean bag. I sat next to him. He called me Girlie since we first met. I called him Dusting, but only when I was pissed at him. He put his arm around me.

"Are you drunk, Dustin?" I asked. He was acting weird. His eyes were drooping and he was grinning.

"No, silly." He pushed his lips onto mine. I had to admit it was great, but I stopped.

"Dustin, come on," I said, yanking him up. I had to walk him home. I quietly brought him downstairs and outside. He put his arm around me. I sighed. I knew he was drunk and it hurt me. He only got drunk when his father hit him. There was a car who pulled a little in front of us. I froze. A man stepped out and into the streetlight.

"What are you doing with my brother?" The man asked.

"Uh, he was drunk. I was walking him home."

"Did you get him drunk?!" His voice rised.

"Dallon, calm your shit. I drank too much at home and I went off. Aubury was walking me home," Dustin said, half sober.

"Wait, the Dallon Weekes. The one who plays with Brendon?" I gasped.

"Yeah. Why does it matter?" He asked. He was in a pissy mood.

"I was just wondering."

"Oh. I can take Dustin home. Are you okay walking home?" He asked. Now he's nice.

"Probably."

"That doesn't make me feel safe. Come on, you're going with us." He took my hand. My heart was beating fast and I blushed. I sat next to Dustin. He had his hand on my lap. We arrived at his house. I helped Dallon get Dustin out. Dustin was mostly sober and realized what happened. He kept apologizing for what he did. I didn't really care since he wasn't sober when he did it. I stood outside as Dallon took Dustin upstairs. I was freezing and shivering. A hand rubbed against my back. I jumped. The voice laughed.

"I saw you shivering. I'm sorry if I scared you. Hey, do you know where Dallon is? Does he not know how to take care of a girl?" I knew the voice.

"Spencer Smith? Is that you?" I asked. He chuckled.

"Looks like you know your band members. Yes, it's me. Now come on, let's go scare Dallon." We snuck in and hid behind the stair well. Dallon came down the steps and started walking to the kitchen. Spencer and I jumped, scaring the crap outta him. He fell to the ground. I fell, laughing. Spencer helped me up, then we helped up Dallon.

"That reminds me. Aubury, Dustin wants you." I ran up the steps. Dallon and Spencer were giggling. I looked behind me and they stopped. I continued up and they started again. I knocked on Dustin's door. He didn't answer. I pushed the door open slightly and noticed he wasn't in his room. The window was open. Fuck, I thought. I ran back downstairs.

"Dallon, Dustin's gone." He stared at me.

"Aubury, it's not nice to joke."

"I'm not joking. His window is open and he's not in there."