I am unhappy. I wrote something to cheer myself up.
Having a very shitty day, which i don't want to talk about. Instead, here's some silly Panic! at the disco Ice Skating AU. Please be aware that the last time i wrote ANYTHING was almost two years ago, so my writing is a little rusty.
“Sparkles, Spencer Smith!”
Brendon grins and passes him a lilac monstrosity with puffy sleeves and sequins. Spencer holds it as far away from himself as possible. “WHAT is this?”
“It's a costume for the winter gala. I have one too. And Ryan and Brent. So we match.” Brendon takes a breath and grins at him again. “Ryan likes it.”
Spencer isn't surprised that Ryan likes it. Ryan dresses like the lovechild of Captain Jack Sparrow and Liberace. Ryan should not be allowed to pick Spencer's outfits. Ever.
“I'm not skating if I have to wear this,” he says, pulling off his skates and packing them neatly away. “I'm joining the ice hockey team instead.”
He stands up, glares at Brendon and walks away.
Brendon stares at his laces and frowns. “I like the costumes,” he says.
“Don't worry,” Ryan tells him, stepping off the ice. “Jon'll talk to him.”
“Jon's awesome,” Brendon agrees. “Even if he is a hockey player.”
Ryan nods, puts on his skate guards and sits down.
“Wait up, okay. I'll buy you ice cream.”
“Sparkles, Spencer Smith!”
Brendon grins and passes him a lilac monstrosity with puffy sleeves and sequins. Spencer holds it as far away from himself as possible. “WHAT is this?”
“It's a costume for the winter gala. I have one too. And Ryan and Brent. So we match.” Brendon takes a breath and grins at him again. “Ryan likes it.”
Spencer isn't surprised that Ryan likes it. Ryan dresses like the lovechild of Captain Jack Sparrow and Liberace. Ryan should not be allowed to pick Spencer's outfits. Ever.
“I'm not skating if I have to wear this,” he says, pulling off his skates and packing them neatly away. “I'm joining the ice hockey team instead.”
He stands up, glares at Brendon and walks away.
Brendon stares at his laces and frowns. “I like the costumes,” he says.
“Don't worry,” Ryan tells him, stepping off the ice. “Jon'll talk to him.”
“Jon's awesome,” Brendon agrees. “Even if he is a hockey player.”
Ryan nods, puts on his skate guards and sits down.
“Wait up, okay. I'll buy you ice cream.”