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Riding in Cars With Celine Dion and Brendon Urie. G. P!atd Genfic. ~1000 words.
One of the rules of the trip was that if there was to be music it would only be after lunch and Brendon was really, really not allowed to pick the songs and he was definitely not allowed to sing. He kind of missed that point.
The car ride is loud, annoying. Most of all it’s early, like really fucking early and Spencer should be asleep. He kind of called the backseat of Ryan’s Mercedes and both Ryan and Brendon were fine with that, omitting the questions about why he couldn’t just take his Nissan and then the fight about why Brendon didn’t have a car yet.
So, now Spencer is curled up in the backseat, his knees tucked beneath him and his head against the glass and it would be really nice if he could go to sleep, but, no. Brendon is in the car and he’s ruining all plans of slumber.
“So,” Brendon is saying, “I thought maybe we’d warm up with a movie tonight, like, a light one, maybe Titanic, and then -”
“Titanic isn’t a light movie,” Ryan cuts in and Spencer wants to smack the back of his head for even egging Brendon on, but that might not be a good idea because Ryan is driving and they might all end up dying and the police reports will say it was Spencer’s fault, and, yeah.
“It’s romantic, and we could totally throw popcorn at the screen if that makes it lighter, Ryan Ross,” Brendon says, and he’s ducking down out of view of Spencer, and finally, finally shutting up. Except, then he comes back up with Ryan’s iPod-to-stereo wire and suddenly ‘My Heart Will Go On’ is on the surround.
One of the rules of the trip was that if there was to be music it would only be after lunch and Brendon was really, really not allowed to pick the songs and he was definitely not allowed to sing. He kind of missed that point.
Halfway through the third verse, while Brendon is belting out “Love will touch us one time, and last for a lifetime,” Ryan turns into a rest-stop and Spencer kind of wants to reach around the seat and hug him.
“Out, now, Brendon Boyd Urie,” Ryan is saying, and it’s louder than Spencer has really heard him talk in a while, so maybe there is about to be a Ryan Ross Bitch!Fit. Maybe. Probably.
He turns the ignition off and Brendon looks seriously affronted that Ryan would have the audacity to turn off Celine Dion, because, seriously.
“You just turned off Celine Dion,” Brendon points out and Spencer kind of wants to laugh at his face, wide eyes and pouting lips.
“Get out of the car, Brendon,” Ryan says and his lips are thin and voice terse, but Spencer has known him enough to see that he’s really fighting to smile at Brendon’s expression.
Obediently Brendon gets out, still humming the rest of ‘My Heart Will Go On,’ and Spencer follows because a Ryan Bitch!fit against a wide-awake and hyper Brendon is so, so much better than sleeping.
When he’s fully out, (there was a bit of a struggle with the seat belt,) Brendon is leaning against the hood of the car, one hand tugging his hood down further over his ears and Ryan is pacing on the sidewalk, apparently thinking with this fur-lined parka hood shielding his face.
“So, Brendon,” Ryan finally says, stopping mid-pace and turning to face the front of his car, “I thought you said you were going to abide by the rules.”
“I thought you said we weren’t going to fight at all while we recorded this time,” Brendon shoots back, but he’s smiling.
“I didn’t say that,” Ryan replies, and he looks kind of confused like he’s trying to remember if he did say that.
“I just did, then.” Brendon walks over to Ryan, behind him, and wraps his arms around the boys neck. Spencer just watches the exchange and knows, just knows that a song is about to break out.
“Get off, Brendon, seriously,” Ryan whines, and it’s kind of cute because he’s wiggling but Brendon is holding tight, grinning at Spencer from the side of Ryan’s face and Spencer can’t help but grin back. (Because it’s early, obviously.)
“Let’s get alonggggg,” Brendon sings suddenly, messing with Marvin Gaye’s ‘Let’s Get It On’ and this time Ryan looks kind of shocked.
“Dude,” he says, mouth open and turning around in Brendon’s arms, “You can’t mess with that song. You just, can’t.”
“Why not?” Brendon asks, breaking off a string of off-key, ‘Come on, come on, come on’s’. “You turned off Celine.”
“You can’t mess with that song, okay?”
“You can’t turn off Celine!”
Spencer watches them stare at each other for a few seconds before cutting in, “Ryan got his first kiss to that song,” and then immediately doesn’t understand why he said it, but it needed to be said at some point, so, it out. He makes a mental note to tell Jon this fact when they meet up with him, as to not leave him in the dark.
“Spencer!” Ryan exclaims and his voice is up a pitch or two.
Spencer just shrugs, smiles, and watches Brendon’s face as he realizes what interesting information he’s just been gifted with.
“Ohmygod, Ryan!” He gushes, starting to flail about a little, “You did not!”
“Get in the car, Brendon,” Ryan says, ducking back into the drivers seat and Spencer follows back in, and Brendon bounces in shortly after.
It’s pretty silent for a while, and Ryan drives them back out of the rest-stop and onto the desert highway.
“I love you, Spencer Smith, I love you,” Brendon whispers, turning around in his seat once they are a safe distance onto the road.
Ryan just groans and steps on the gas a little, “Neither of you are telling Jon that, okay?”
Neither of them answer, but, Spencer thinks, the car ride maybe isn’t as annoying as it was before, and maybe he can go to sleep now.
“I’ve been really tryin’, baby, tryin’ to hold back this feeling for so long,” Brendon starts fifteen minutes later and okay, maybe not.
*
So, I'm thinking of maybe like, a little fic everyday because, it's just so much fun. This shall be the start, I guess. I mean, don't hold me to it, but, Yeah.
This isn't beta'd or anything because I wrote it on a whim in like, 20 minutes with a cookie break, and I love Spencer a lot. I love Jon Walker, too, but I never include him in fics and I really should because, Hi, Jon-Walker = awesome. Yeah. <3
Feel free to give me ideas on stuff you'd like to see, I might even write you comment fic! Also correct my mistakes.
One of the rules of the trip was that if there was to be music it would only be after lunch and Brendon was really, really not allowed to pick the songs and he was definitely not allowed to sing. He kind of missed that point.
The car ride is loud, annoying. Most of all it’s early, like really fucking early and Spencer should be asleep. He kind of called the backseat of Ryan’s Mercedes and both Ryan and Brendon were fine with that, omitting the questions about why he couldn’t just take his Nissan and then the fight about why Brendon didn’t have a car yet.
So, now Spencer is curled up in the backseat, his knees tucked beneath him and his head against the glass and it would be really nice if he could go to sleep, but, no. Brendon is in the car and he’s ruining all plans of slumber.
“So,” Brendon is saying, “I thought maybe we’d warm up with a movie tonight, like, a light one, maybe Titanic, and then -”
“Titanic isn’t a light movie,” Ryan cuts in and Spencer wants to smack the back of his head for even egging Brendon on, but that might not be a good idea because Ryan is driving and they might all end up dying and the police reports will say it was Spencer’s fault, and, yeah.
“It’s romantic, and we could totally throw popcorn at the screen if that makes it lighter, Ryan Ross,” Brendon says, and he’s ducking down out of view of Spencer, and finally, finally shutting up. Except, then he comes back up with Ryan’s iPod-to-stereo wire and suddenly ‘My Heart Will Go On’ is on the surround.
One of the rules of the trip was that if there was to be music it would only be after lunch and Brendon was really, really not allowed to pick the songs and he was definitely not allowed to sing. He kind of missed that point.
Halfway through the third verse, while Brendon is belting out “Love will touch us one time, and last for a lifetime,” Ryan turns into a rest-stop and Spencer kind of wants to reach around the seat and hug him.
“Out, now, Brendon Boyd Urie,” Ryan is saying, and it’s louder than Spencer has really heard him talk in a while, so maybe there is about to be a Ryan Ross Bitch!Fit. Maybe. Probably.
He turns the ignition off and Brendon looks seriously affronted that Ryan would have the audacity to turn off Celine Dion, because, seriously.
“You just turned off Celine Dion,” Brendon points out and Spencer kind of wants to laugh at his face, wide eyes and pouting lips.
“Get out of the car, Brendon,” Ryan says and his lips are thin and voice terse, but Spencer has known him enough to see that he’s really fighting to smile at Brendon’s expression.
Obediently Brendon gets out, still humming the rest of ‘My Heart Will Go On,’ and Spencer follows because a Ryan Bitch!fit against a wide-awake and hyper Brendon is so, so much better than sleeping.
When he’s fully out, (there was a bit of a struggle with the seat belt,) Brendon is leaning against the hood of the car, one hand tugging his hood down further over his ears and Ryan is pacing on the sidewalk, apparently thinking with this fur-lined parka hood shielding his face.
“So, Brendon,” Ryan finally says, stopping mid-pace and turning to face the front of his car, “I thought you said you were going to abide by the rules.”
“I thought you said we weren’t going to fight at all while we recorded this time,” Brendon shoots back, but he’s smiling.
“I didn’t say that,” Ryan replies, and he looks kind of confused like he’s trying to remember if he did say that.
“I just did, then.” Brendon walks over to Ryan, behind him, and wraps his arms around the boys neck. Spencer just watches the exchange and knows, just knows that a song is about to break out.
“Get off, Brendon, seriously,” Ryan whines, and it’s kind of cute because he’s wiggling but Brendon is holding tight, grinning at Spencer from the side of Ryan’s face and Spencer can’t help but grin back. (Because it’s early, obviously.)
“Let’s get alonggggg,” Brendon sings suddenly, messing with Marvin Gaye’s ‘Let’s Get It On’ and this time Ryan looks kind of shocked.
“Dude,” he says, mouth open and turning around in Brendon’s arms, “You can’t mess with that song. You just, can’t.”
“Why not?” Brendon asks, breaking off a string of off-key, ‘Come on, come on, come on’s’. “You turned off Celine.”
“You can’t mess with that song, okay?”
“You can’t turn off Celine!”
Spencer watches them stare at each other for a few seconds before cutting in, “Ryan got his first kiss to that song,” and then immediately doesn’t understand why he said it, but it needed to be said at some point, so, it out. He makes a mental note to tell Jon this fact when they meet up with him, as to not leave him in the dark.
“Spencer!” Ryan exclaims and his voice is up a pitch or two.
Spencer just shrugs, smiles, and watches Brendon’s face as he realizes what interesting information he’s just been gifted with.
“Ohmygod, Ryan!” He gushes, starting to flail about a little, “You did not!”
“Get in the car, Brendon,” Ryan says, ducking back into the drivers seat and Spencer follows back in, and Brendon bounces in shortly after.
It’s pretty silent for a while, and Ryan drives them back out of the rest-stop and onto the desert highway.
“I love you, Spencer Smith, I love you,” Brendon whispers, turning around in his seat once they are a safe distance onto the road.
Ryan just groans and steps on the gas a little, “Neither of you are telling Jon that, okay?”
Neither of them answer, but, Spencer thinks, the car ride maybe isn’t as annoying as it was before, and maybe he can go to sleep now.
“I’ve been really tryin’, baby, tryin’ to hold back this feeling for so long,” Brendon starts fifteen minutes later and okay, maybe not.
*
So, I'm thinking of maybe like, a little fic everyday because, it's just so much fun. This shall be the start, I guess. I mean, don't hold me to it, but, Yeah.
This isn't beta'd or anything because I wrote it on a whim in like, 20 minutes with a cookie break, and I love Spencer a lot. I love Jon Walker, too, but I never include him in fics and I really should because, Hi, Jon-Walker = awesome. Yeah. <3
Feel free to give me ideas on stuff you'd like to see, I might even write you comment fic! Also correct my mistakes.