We all stare at each other in a bitter silence. My eyes are closed, realizing what I have just done. Spencer glares at the scene of the two of us, and the horror that he has to deal with. And Ryan, he just glances at Spencer with a sense of relief. He's neither scared nor embarhassed, but rather smirks a bit.
Spencer steps in and slowly closes and locks the door behind him. No words yet to be said, but instead he calmly walks up to Ryan and I still in our awkward position. He stops right before us and let's out a sigh, hands behind his back. We still haven't spoken a word and can't read each others facial expression, because of the shock of the matter.
After Spencer lets a breath out,he hooks his arm to meet with Ryan's left side of his jaw. He's thrown off me and to the ground which gives me a second to pull my pants back up.
Once I am fully clothed, I continue to get up, grab Spencer by the shirt, and hold him close.
"Don't you fucking dare." I sternly mutter, followed by a blow to his cheek. I let go of him causing his body to stumble to the floor. He and Ryan sit up from their mild fight, faces cut and lightly bloody, while Spencer spits out,
"How could you do this to him!? To Brendon! Even to Dal. Look what you've made him become!"
"Spencer this is none of your business." I argue, face growing red and sweat falling down my face.
"Stay the fuck out of this." He responds, not breaking his deathly glare to Ryan.
Ryan just ignores our side conversarion. He's in his own world staring back at Spencer, smile growing bigger and bigger the more minutes pass by. It's like he didn't come across the message of Spencer's hit.
"Ryan, why are you doing this?"
No response.
"Ryan!"
No Response.
He pushes him to his back and yells to his face threatening him with his formed fist,
"RYAN GODDAMNIT ANSWER ME YOU FUCKER! WHAT THE HELL DO YOU WANT! IM TIRED OF YOUR SHIT, DO YOU HEAR ME!?"
Ryan looks up at me then his eyes connect back to Spencer. I don't know how he can remain calm, I don't even know what's happening and I can't fucking stop sweating.
He finally opens his mouth to speak,
"Spencer my friend, I've changed. For the better actually. The split, it just... took an odd toll on me. I stayed up for weeks thinking about Brendon. How I wanted him, how I needed to see him one last time, how we were destined to be together forever. And once I did convince him to come, well... He didn't want me. That's where I found my Dal baby."
Ryan looks up at me with his full brown eyes, just like Brendon did-does. He grabs my bare leg and strokes it up and down showing his newly found and 'dedicated' love for me.
Spencer looks at him with a puzzled face. He knew that wasn't it, there was something missing. His motive, his drive to all this craze.
"You're a filthy liar Ryan." His eyes begin to water, "This-this isn't the Ryan I grew up with. You wouldn't do this to Brendon, I know you. Pl-please tell me what's come over you."
Spencer looks down and wipes the forming tears with the sleeve of his white button up. He stares back at Ryan, but he's only gazing off into space again. No apology, no sympathy, just a cold-hearted bastard.
I begin to hyperventilate, what did I just do? I just was practically fucked by Ryan, that's what. The man I wanted to murder a week ago. I'm no better than Brendon, than Ryan. I gave in. I wanted it. What's Brendon going to say? I am going to tell him? Why-why did I get involved deeper in this...
"FUCK!" I scream out, grabbing the closest thing in arms reach (a water bottle) and throwing it across the room into the wall. Eyes red with fury, I push Spencer out of the way and lift the scrawny hippie from the floor-just like old times.
"YOU! You have made my life a fucking living hell since you called Brendon! This-this right here is not your fault, but mine. I was too fucking stupid to even think what the hell I was getting into. No one loves you Ryan. Not Brendon, not me. You, yes you, will never be spoken of again. Oh and this time I fucking mean it. Because this time, Oh I can assure you! Next time I see you, you will be dead."
Follow that with my fist connecting to his face about three times. My knuckles dig deep into his cheek, ripping the skin more and more every time and letting a warm red flow out. The left side of his face is swollen and scarred, this time I've knocked the smirk off his damn face.
I pick him up from his weak knees of wanting to collapse and a aggressively pull open the door in my way. I walk down the hallway of the backstage of the venue dragging him behind, legs working like broken sticks trying to manage to stand up, but can't.
We walk past Brendon's dressing room, which is open, and his eyes trail to what is behind me.
"Hi Bren." He manages to smile and give a disfigured wink. I ignore both of their cries for me to bring him back and keep walking to the door. Just like old times sake, I open the door and drop him down the small flight stairs.
"Bye Dal." He sits and softly says.
I don't even consider turning back, and slam the door on my way back inside. Through each room on my return, I only get stares, and I ignore every one.
"What the hell was that again?" Brendon lightly an calmly questions.
"None of your goddamn business." I keep walking to my dressing room, blinded by my anger and un-realizing of what a rude comment I've made. I lock my self in my room, Spencer now gone and blood stained to the dirty tan carpet. The room stenches of sweat and regret and is now equipped with a dent from the bottle I threw. I plop myself onto the dusty black couch, that I just shared with Ryan not even twenty minutes ago, and shut my eyes. Tears roll down my cheeks causing me to feel drowsy and eventually make me doze off.
I just wanted to play music.
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Not Everything Goes According to Plan (Brallon/Ryden)
FanfictionDallon is the newest member of Panic! At the Disco, but what will happen as he finds out the frontman Brendon has a secret crush on him? Shit will happen. That's what.
