Things Have Changed For Me(Panic Fanfic)

Chapter 8

I stared at the dress Brendon handed me.

"You mean to tell me, you got me a dress that is the traditional dress, yet it's Black Widow?" He nodded.

"I'm Hawkeye, Ryan's Captain America, Spencer's Hulk, and Dallon's Thor."

"Wow, Brendon. I congratulate you for the idea."

"I always wanted a wedding like this."

"It's unique. I love it." I hugged him. He kissed my cheek.

"I'm happy you're well again. You seem so much more better."

"I feel much more better. I'm happy to be with you." I put my hands on his shoulders.

"You know, babe, I really love you," he whispered.

"I love you too," I whispered back. Our lips locked. He tugged at my shirt.

"What?" He smirked.

"Let me help you put your dress on." I smiled a little.

"As long as I get to put your suit on." He grinned.

"Deal."

After the wedding ceremony, we went to the reception place. Brendon and I went into the limo with Ryan and Dallon. Spencer was in the front with the driver. Brendon put his arm around me and kissed my cheek.

"God, you're beautiful," he said.

"Oh, I know," I replied, putting my head on his shoulder. He giggled.

"No compliment back?"

"Oh, sorry. You're a handsome woman." Ryan laughed.

"That's great," he laughed, wiping his eyes.

"Damn, you're better at coming up with songs than we are," Brendon joked. I leaned up and kissed his lips. Dallon was awkwardly sitting in the corner. Ryan noticed, put his arm around Dallon, and kissed his cheek. Dallon blushed and Ryan pulled away, giggling.

"God, Ryan. You're such a slut. Stop making out with everyone," I said, slapping his arm lightly.

"I know. I'm such a slut," he repeated, doing a fake hair flip. Dallon laughed.

"There's something wrong with you guys," Dallon joked. Ryan kissed his lips.

"Guys, save it for the bedroom," I said, looking away.

"Oh, you mean like this?" Ryan jumped on Dallon's lap and kissed him even more. Dallon pushed him off, then laughed.

"God, Ryan..." His voice trailed off. Ryan was laughing so much on the floor. Tears were rolling down his face.

"I-I can't breathe," Ryan gasped. I helped him up since we were at the venue. His makeup was running.

"Goddamn it, Ryan. I have to fix your goddamn makeup," I said, dragging him into the bathroom. He was still laughing as he sat up on the counter.

After I finished his makeup, I was immediately escorted to Brendon. He was standing by the cake. He started cutting it, but then grabbed a handful of it and threw it at me. I wasn't paying attention and it landed on my face. I gasped. He was smirking, yet grinning. I grabbed a handful and threw it at Brendon. Half of it landed in his mouth, the other half on his face. He walked over, wiped the cake off, and stuck it in his mouth. I leaned over and kissed his cheek. He grinned. He brought me out the floor and took me in his arms. Patrick, Pete, Joe, and Andy were messing around with their instruments.

"Yo, Patty. You ready?" Brendon yelled. Patrick nodded his head. He started singing "Sugar, We're Goin Down." Brendon was a natural dancer. I, however, was not. I constantly keep stepping on his feet. Soon, it was him just showing me how to dance. Still, I loved it. I couldn't believe that this was happening. I remember when we first met. He saved me from my abusive family. He was my angel in disguise.

"Okay, okay. Now, it's time for us to go insane. Brendon, come on stage, pretty please. You too, Aubury," Patrick said, motioning for us to come on. We reluctantly walked on stage, not knowing what was happening. Instantly, Joe came over and put my hands behind my back. Patrick started singing a song I did not recognize. Pete came over and ripped Brendon's suit off. Brendon was left in a tank top and boxers. He was blushing. I was laughing. Pete threw him clothes that weren't average clothes. They looked like Greek clothes. Brendon quickly put them on and stood there. Joe started walking me to the door leading outside. Pete held Brendon and walked with us. They pushed us outside and closed the door.

"What are we doing?" I asked. Brendon shook his head.

"I have no clue," he replied. He tries opening the door, but it was locked.

"You know, you look cute." He smirked.

"Oh, do I? Do you like this?" I nodded and put my hand on his shoulder.

"I love it." He leaned down and kissed me. It became dark and rain started pouring down. Brendon took off his cloth thing and put it over me. I looked up at him, and he was smiling down at me. I leaned up and kissed him. I didn't care if I got soaking wet. I was happy I was with Brendon. Joe opened the door and we ran in. The whole room was changed. It was medieval themed and everyone completely changed. I was crying. I ran over to Patrick and practically bear hugged him. He was blushing and smiling.

"Whoa there, Aubury. Calm down," he said when I pulled away.

"Thank you so much. I love you," I exclaimed, hugging him again.

"Aubury, try not to kill me."

"I'm sorry. I'm just excited and amazed. I love you guys. You're like brothers to me. Or idols. I just love you guys." I pulled away and smiled. Pete came up from behind and picked me up. He ran me onto the stage, then placed down. I hugged him.

"Thank you," I said, hugging him.

"Thank you. Without you, I don't know if Brendon would still be alive. He's gone through some tough times. You saved him. You're his guardian angel," he said.

"He's my angel in disguise. He saved me."

"I guess you saved each other." I kissed his cheek.

"Thanks Pete," I joked. He sighed and smirked.

"Thanks," he retorted.

The reception ended around 3 in the morning. A couple fans showed up and took pictures with everyone. I gave them a bag with a bunch of crap in it. They smiled and hugged me. It was a feeling of happiness and love. All the guests were leaving. There was me, Patrick, Pete, Joe, Andy, Spencer, Ryan, Dallon, and Brendon left. We helped clean up. Brendon and I were practicing our dancing.

"I'm sorry your parents didn't show up. I invited them," Brendon said as the soft music played.

"I don't care. I had Patrick and Pete here for me." I said, just loud enough for Pete and Patrick to hear. They looked over and smiled.

"Well, I wish they showed up. It would've been nice."

"They never actually cared for me. They were going to kick me out."

"Wait, have you finished high school?" He stopped.

"It was my last few days. Crap!" He took me in his arms.

"Babe, it's okay. I'll ask if they can let you. I can say you were sick or something."

"Bren, it's okay."

"No, you need that."

"Bren, really, it's okay." He kissed my lips.

"No. And I'm going to get that diploma for you."

"Thanks Bren. I love you."

"I love you too."