First, I'm going to go back to the whole "summer fling" theory, as demonstrated by the numerous references to summer in a multitude of Panic! at the Disco, starting with their second album, Pretty. Odd.
"He fell in love in the middle of summer." When the Day Met the Night
"Allow me to exaggerate a memory or two, when summer lasted longer than we do." Folkin' Around
"Fall comes early and summer leaves." From a Mountain in the Middle of the Cabins
This trend continues into their most recent album, Vices & Virtues.
"When July became December, their affection fought the cold, but they couldn't quite remember what inspired them to go." Memories
"Put another ex on the calendar
"Brendon, you do realize-"
"She was so pretty; I can't believe something so awful could happen to something so pretty..." Brendon continued, staring at the wall and tracing the floor tiles as if Ryan hadn't even opened his mouth.
"Brendon, this is getting out of hand."
"Why did she have to die, Ryan? Her death was so unfair; she was young, pretty and...Gosh darn it...she mattered." Brendon sighed and buried his face in Ryan's shoulder.
"Brendon....it was fish. Not a human being. A fish." Ryan pulled Brendon away from his shoulder and forced him to look in his eyes. "Fish die, Brendon. They aren't meant to live long." He tried to speak as softly as he could, knowing that Brendon was in his 'delicate' state.
"But Karen was special!" Brendon wailed, diving back into Ryan's warm arms.
"It was a fish."
"She had so much mor
The cabins are all high on the hill, overlooking the lake and the campfire circle. The windows are still foggy with dust, unused since the summer before. In the corners, spiders sit in their webs, awaiting the moment their homes will be torn down. The bunks are all stuffy and full of dirt and winter grime, and some of the counselors are walking around with hand-held vacuum cleaners, which arent really doing the trick.
Spencer is staring out the window, watching as one of the new guys chases around one of the little kids, laughing and acting like a kid him
He feels…stiff, dry, worn out, and incredibly confused. His confusion only increases when he looks to the right of him and sees another man lying on the altar beside him.
But…it isn't just any man – it is himself. But the other him…the other him looks, well, dead. And how is that even possible? His hand stretches out, fingertips skimming across the high cheekbones of his – but not his – face. The skin is waxy and cold. He is dead, and has been for a while, although the corpse must have been preserved in some way.
So then…is he a ghost? How would that work, exactly? He feels so real, more real, even, than the dead him, who is as still and artificial looking as a mannequin, scarlet hair falling over closed eyes. His own eyes flick down to the corpse's neck, where a ragged wound is, black around the edges as though burnt. Caused by…a raygun. He remembers now, with a strange sort of s
After getting settled in and attending your classes, you were suddenly called in from one of the servants to meet with the Student Council of the school in the third library. The servant handed you a note, which read, "Dear ______, Welcome to Shiko Academy. You are chosen as the special student to become a study partner to one of the council. We had randomly selected a council member based on your interests and abilities. The name of your partner is written at the end of the letter. Once you arrive at the library, call out the person's name and they'll explain the details. Thank you for your time. Shiko Council President."
Seeing this was a special opportunity, you decided to do this
Brendon the rock star Urie
Had a very shiny hat
And if you ever saw it
You would say "How 'bout that?!"
All of the other rock stars
Used to laugh and call him names
They never let poor Brendon play in any rock star games
Then one foggy concert eve
Ryan came to say
"Brendon, with your hat so bright, won't you lead my band tonight?"
Then all the rock stars loved him
As they shouted out with glee
"Brendon the rock star Urie,
You'll go down in history!"
Brendon doesn't like his job. You know, it's alright working at a smoothie place. The scent of fruits is always in your nose (even after you leave) and it's not always too busy and sometimes the boss lets you have a smoothie on the house. But it's just so god damn boring. Brendon figured out pretty quick that customers don't really like to make conversation. Sure, he'll get the occasional small-talk-maker, but not very often.
Today being one of those exceptions.
He's leaning over the counter, his chin placed in his hand as his elbow sits pressed against the black marble. He sighs and uses his freehand to pull a hot pink sharpie out of the back pocket of his jeans. He swears it's magenta. None the less, he reaches to
It was innocent. Brendon walking (more like bounding) towards the back of the tourbus as his face twitched with a grin that wouldn't leave, no matter how hard he tried. He vaguely remembers thinking that his face was bound to split in two, and he'd be really ugly looking. But none the less, the smile stayed, even when he reached the back of the bus and saw Ryan sitting there, his head beant low as his thin fingers lazily str
There is a tower, with just one window, made of stone and standing high higher than any hill, higher than any tree. There is a tower, standing tall in the middle of these grassy meadows and sparkling rivers and blue skies. There is a tower, standing alone in the middle of the grassy planes, and inside this tower, there is a boy visited only by his shadow.
At least, thats how it used to be.
For as long as he can remember, hes been alone. Hes always had food and clothing and fresh water, but hes never had a person to talk t
All he loves is Brendon.
Its the Thursday right after that Tuesday when hes awake at noon, still, even after that 3 oclock morning, and the sound of his footsteps on polished cherry hardwood floors echoes too loudly to be soothing like usual. His body is numb, maybe, and his blood is thrumming with only a chocolate bar and an off-brand can of soda in his system, and theres a soft humming in his ears that reminds him of Brendons stupid antics.
Its raining outside and as he peers through the front window, a seven-by-ten full-glass set u
Whenever Ryan would stumble into Brendon's house,always seeming to be early in the morning,Brendon would carry Ryan up to the bathroom and let him stand in the shower for as long as he wished.Then he would turn the water off,get an extra pair of pajamas from his bedroom,help Ryan get dressed,and then fall asleep on the couch with Ryan curled against the chest.Occasionally he would kiss the older boy's temple whenever he were to whimper; that would always make it stop.And Brendon didn't really mind.
The morning after,Brendon would call up Jon and Spencer and command that they come over immediately,always ending the call with "Yeah,it.It happened again." So Jon and Spenc
He tried to forget what happened.He was so upset that he made Brendon cry.
Brendon's words were still on his ears :
'Ryan what did I do?Why are you being an enemy?'He couldnt answer.He was being so mean to Brendon.He wished he wasnt.
He was crying at the moment of writing the note.He tried his best to not to show that he loved Brendon more than life itself.He was trying to be careful with every single word.He did not want to lose Brendon,forever.Ryan knew he'd forgive him for this time.But if he knew he was in love with him,that would be one big disappointment for Brendon. Cause they were the best friends.Yes BEST FRIENDS.And Ryan was about to ruin it.He was so jealous of the girls around Brendon.He had to be Ryan's.Not any others.
Just after he finished writing the note,he went to Brendon's room.He was sleepin
" Eat it!"
Oh, the county fair. What a wonderful place. I found myself holding a small carnival goldfish in a thin plastic bag, unsure if swallowing the poor thing would prove useful.
"Spencer, don't encourage him!" I heard a smooth voice sigh from behind me. I turned to see Ryan Ross come up to me and Spencer Smith. Ryan grabbed the small aquatic animal and handed me a candy apple to hold instead. His eyes looked over the fish , then after a moment he said, "His name is cupcake. He has a wife and babies on the way. He handed me the fish back, " Think of how they would feel if he never came home to them?"
I looked at the fish with wide eyes and started to mumble, "I am so sorry Cupcake! I would never have thought about eating you if I had known you had a wife!!"
Spencer groaned and rolled his eyes and I looked at the fish swim around its bag, now upset I had thought about eating him alive.
"Nice job Ryan. Now
'Hey. I, I'm not quite sure why I'm calling you. It's been a long time since I've last heard your voice, you know. Well, I guess two weeks isn't that long. But I, oh I don't know. I heard it on the radio a few times suddenly we're a lot more interesting, it appears. Damn people. But, well, that's not you, the person on the radio. It's just a stupid tape we recorded in studio. It wasn't you. Not the real you or anything. It was just a cheap copy of what we were in our minds, you know.
Everything is just so messed up right now, it looks like now you're not here, everything is falling apart. Somehow I keep wondering when you're coming back, you know, even though I know the answer. They told me, over and over again, but I refused to believe it took that long.
Most likely you won't ever hear this, you know...
Pete has left town a couple of days ago, he was here to see you. He looked pretty
The I.V. and your hospital bed
This was no accident
This was a therapeutic chain of events
This could not be happening.
Who could have done this?
The doctors say it was probably someone he knew, someone who was close to him.
Someone who could hurt him, and then he would forgive him.
The doctor left.
Tears streamed down my face.
I broke down on the floor.
I just should have known,
From the bruising and scars,
From how he never let anyone in.
From how he looked away if you mentioned 'family'.
From how he told me in such a subtle way...
It's not so pleasant
And it's not so conventional
It sure as hell ain't normal
But we deal, we deal
Hes just a 'disgrace'.