i have literally been sat here for about 3 minutes and can't decide on a decision sorry i'd let them both die so i wouldn't feel guilty about saving one and not the other
Omfg, this is finally done and I know, I know I told you I'd write it like what, two months ago or something, and then apparently I just can't write a strAIGHT PAIRING WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK I AM SO SORRY WITH HOW IT TURNED OUT IT SUCKS SO BAD AND LIKE I WAS LAUGHING SO HARD WHILE WRITING IT AND IT TOOK ME A FUCKING MONTH and also it's not beta-ed at all and remember english is still NOT my first language and I hope it's alright and you like it and now I'm just going to go ahead and y'know jump off a bridge or something.
Brendon, as usual, is talking.
It's not as bad as before, Spencer thinks, when Brendon could open his mouth at whatever hour his body decided he had to wake up this day and close it only when they forced him to sleep because even a show wasn't enough to make him shut up. It's better, even.
It's better, except from the part where Spencer would really, really like Brendon to shut up. Like, ten minutes ago.
"Yeah, no, we don't do that anymore, thank God," Brendon laughs, and Ian cackles mercilessly, visibly enjoying this. He's grinning like Christmas has come early and Spencer decides Ian has just way too much fun in the band.
He figures he'll kick his ass later, when he'll be done with doing the same to Brendon.
Brendon, who is apparently unaware of the imminent disaster he's about to experiment and seems to have decided that continuing to talk is the right thing to do.
"It's been a while, yeah." He says. "We all have girlfriends and wives now, thank you very much. It's been fun though," he adds, and Spencer wonders what the interviewer dudes would say if he murdered Brendon right now and announced Dallon as Panic!'s new lead singer from now on.
Because yeah. It's a thing to sleep with fans. It's another to tell the world.
(Spencer figures everyone already knew, but you're never too cautious. And now he'll just have to kill Brendon. At least Pete will laugh before he fires them all, he thinks.)
Thankfully, Ian says something else (something about seven-legged octopus; Spencer doesn't even want to know) and the interviewer drops the subject. Brendon, on the other hand, is beaming, looking at Spencer like he knows exactly what Spencer's thinking about. Which he doesn't, because, seriously, who would smile like that when they're thinking about being choked to death by their bandmate? Although it's Brendon, so Spencer isn't sure about his supposed reaction to the choked-to-death-thing. Maybe he would effectively beam, and that'd just be creepy. Even for Brendon.
Maybe.
But just when Spencer is about to switch from theory to, you know, the actual murder part of the evening, Brendon stops smiling and gives him an apologetic look, complete with regretful puppy pout, and Spencer sighs, and shakes his head.
"...And the musical process was very, very different too, y'know, the actual writing," Ian is saying when Spencer turns his attention back to the interview. He does his best to look like he cares (he doesn't. He's hungry, tired, this close to drown Brendon because okay, maybe he doesn't deserve to die by a lack of oxygen or whatever but still; and he just experienced what it feels like to have one of your biggest career-crushing secret revealed to the press. He swears he'll never make fun of Brendon and Ryan's panic -- panic, haha, oh my god shut up -- when they were together anymore.), but a single glance to Brendon shows him that Brendon is apparently gloriously failing at being subtle when texting someone.
Spencer raises an eyebrow.
In his jeans pocket, his phone alarm goes off and Ian cracks up again, albeit more discreetly this time. Spencer glares, fucker, before retrieving his phone from his jeans.
dude at least nxt time pick a legal one, way much funnier 2 talk about, says the text, and Spencer flips Brendon off.
Because that's the actual problem. Having sex with fans? Okay as long as they didn't pull some kinky shit that'd end up in the press or let their partners take compromising pictures of them or vice-versa (Pete's words. Spencer trusts him on this). Taking drugs? Same (and Spencer spares half a second to think about Ryan, briefly, before shaking this particular thought off his mind). But having an actual, honest-to-god longterm relationship with an underage fan? Not so much.
Brendon answers another question, and Ian giggles again.
Spencer sighs and turns his phone in his hand. He could kill Brendon and get Ian and Dallon to help him burry the body -- and god, why the hell did they move out of the desert, why -- but somehow, as he looks at the clock hanging on the wall, he thinks better of it. Half an hour. Half an hour and he can go home, and take the said underage fan in his arms.
Honestly? Spencer can't fucking wait.
Brendon laughs again, loud and obnoxious.
And Spencer wonders if Catherine can help him to hide Brendon's body, too.
awe yeah. imma give myself on the back for my post sparking that converation because SEAN AND NAT ARE MY BABIES! omfg cries and i need more room on my iPod sobs
