You were the overcome of my fear (7/8+ep)
Ryan's POV
Spencer and I walked outside during lunch to the tree that overshadowed part of the school. The wind was a little strong and was blowing some fallen leaves around our feet. The tree stood sturdy and still as the wind around it blew. The tree has been around for a long time, longer than the school has been around. Apparently the constructions worker's didn't cut the tree down because they used it for shade on their breaks.
On the tree there were many engraved sayings. A bunch of initials and hearts, embossed on the tree. If you shaved the tree you would see more engraved sayings, all meaning something when they were written.
Spencer was nervously playing with his hands, and I almost found it endearing, but I knew what he was going to tell me. Spencer sat down first, his back lent up against the tree, his gaze directed away. I sighed quietly and sat down next to him.
“So because you are Ryan Ross, either you know and you're not going to say anything, or you're Ryan Ross, my best friend who thinks I should tell you myself.” Spencer finally says.
I turn my head so I'm looking at him, even if his gaze is averted and I smile, “I'm Ryan Ross your best friend and I think you should tell me.”
Spencer turns his head to meet my gaze, “Jon and I have been dating for four months now.”
I knew they were going out, but I never knew how long. To say it shocked me, would be a bad choice of words. It more or less dumbfounded me. If Jon and Brendon just broke up, that meant Jon had been cheating on Brendon for a while. I had no doubts that Brendon had cheated on Jon, I knew for a fact that he had. What really confused me was why Spencer would stay with someone who was already in a relationship.
“I knew about you and Jon. I did not know you’d been together for four months.” I say to him after a minute of my thinking
“Well, see, even though Jon was cheating on Brendon, I had liked Jon so much, for so long I just couldn't take not being with him. I needed to do something.”
“Spin, I don't care. All that I care about is that you're happy and Jon treats you right.” I told him and leaned my head on his shoulder and fished my cigarettes out of my pocket.
“He does Ry, it's so nice to be with someone that cares. What he was doing to Brendon was mean, but...”
“Spencer, I do not care. Jon was good to me, so I really don't care.” I said to him as I took a drag on my cigarette.
Spencer and I sat there by ourselves for a little bit, but then two male figures started walking towards us. Brendon was on the left, Jon on the right. They were talking, and both had smiles on their faces.
“Hey Ry, Spencer. Everyone was staring at us in the cafeteria, and well I missed you.” Brendon said coming and sitting down Indian style in front of me, “but I could have done without your smoking.”
“Yeah I missed you too.” I said to him and kissed his cheek, “You know my deal.” Brendon just made a face at me.
“Hey Spen.” Jon said sitting down in front of him.
“Hey Jon?” I said.
“Er, yeah?”
“Hurt my best friend and die.” I told him.
Spencer hit my arm, but laughed. “Ryan, sometimes you are an ass.”
“I'm just doing my best friend duty.”
“It's cool Spencer. I won't hurt him Ryan, so long as you don't hurt Brendon.” Jon said to me.
“I would never think of it.” I said with a smile.
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We spent the last 15 minutes of our lunch break just talking and having a good time. It was almost as if all the bullshit that happened between Jon and I the last three days never even happened. If any outsider looked, we would appear to be four best friends. I think we were pretty much headed in that direction anyway.
As the bell rang I gave a kiss to Brendon telling him I was ditching the rest of the day and he was more than welcome to join me. Of course he obliged and came with me. We said our goodbyes to Spencer and Jon and walked over to my car.
Once in my car I turned the music up as Third Eye Blind’s Slow Motion drifted through the speakers. That's when I realized my boyfriend had an amazing singing voice. He sung each word with such perfection, as if he wrote the song himself and there was deep meaning behind every word.
The pitch was perfect, and I found myself strumming the chords on the middle portion on my steering wheel. I figured out right then and there what I wanted to do today. I wanted to hear Brendon Urie sing my songs. I wanted my words pouring from his mouth. I wanted to hear all that passion behind my lyrics. No other voice could do them justice.
I waited until the song was over to start talking, never dreaming of interrupting his song. “Are your parent's home?” I asked.
“Nope. They work until long after I get home. Why?” He asked, his face facing the window.
“Where do you live?”
“1546 Sea Breeze Rd. Can I know why yet?” He asked again, turning to face me.“Do you own a guitar?” I asked while I made an illegal u-turn.
“Yes, why?” Brendon asked me slightly more frustrated.
“You'll see.” I sing said and tried to ignore the adorable pout on his lips.
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When we got to Brendon's house he took me into his room and sat me down on his bed. Then he demanded to know why I had been asking so many questions.
I took out my notebook from my backpack and handed it to him. “Sing my lyrics.”
“Um… I really can't sing very well.” He mumbled and sat down on his computer chair.
“I heard you Bren. You're an excellent singer. I wouldn't trust anyone else to sing my songs, only you baby.”
“Well only if you play guitar for me.” He said. He smiled as he crawled down onto the floor, reached under his bed and pulled out an acoustic.
He handed me the guitar and I handed over my notebook. He flipped the pages over and landed on the song But It's Better If You Do. He started singing just as I imagined it being sung while I was writing. I strummed along quietly, making sure Brendon's voice was more dominant than my playing.
We played all the songs in my notebook, which were enough to fill an entire CD. Brendon's voice was kind of cracking and my fingers were starting to bleed, but if I had more songs, I'm sure we would have kept going.
I fell back on his bad and sighed. I felt him fall back next to me and I smiled and turned onto my side. He was still facing the ceiling but I saw the smile plastered on his face as he slowly turned his body to face mine.
“You really are an amazing singer.” I told him.
“Mmm… you are an amazing guitar player, bet your hands are excellent.” He said.
“Are you trying to imply something?” I asked biting my bottom lip and moving over to straddle him.
“Of course not. I would never imply something.” He said grinning.
“Too bad.” I pouted and rolled off of him.
“Are you not the one who said no sex?”
“Who said anything about sex? I'm perfectly content with foreplay.”
“Blow me then bitch.”
That's exactly what I did. I blew him, and it was the best blowjob I have ever given in my life. While I laid there admiring Brendon in his post orgasmic glow, I felt my heart stop at the words that fell from his mouth.
“Ryan Ross, I think I'm falling in love with you.”
A/N: Well it's almost over and then a sequel, I'm excited.