Sad Days For Rainy Songs

Ryan Ross felt remorse when his father kicked the bucket. He never knew why. But the ice cold air of Las Vegas in November never did him any good. Living with his so-called "Friend" in a studio apartment wasn't helping his lack of feeling. The touch he calls love is nothing but smoke blowing around the apartment. And the way he looks at him is never the same as he looked at somebody, or was it nobody? He doesn't remember his name. Drunken nights. Sex. Girls. Boys. Anything. And then it's all gone. Blown away like dust. And he can't remember if it was.

A/N this story is inspired by The Heart Rate of A Mouse and Filthy Lucre. Elements such as, Pete Wentz being the tour manager and the dates, And David Bowie. Not the exact dates of course, But just a disclaimer that some of these ideas are not my original ideas. Otherwise everything is mine, And I've been writing ideas in a sketchbook for a few months now. Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoy!