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The Tour	By : megredraven Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Panic! At The Disco Views: 1170 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of Panic! At the Disco. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-The Tour
- 1
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“Samantha! Have you seen my fucking lipstick? It’s the only one I own and I’ve lost it!” Megan said rummaging through the top drawers of her dresser. Her cousin Samantha was in the next room straightening her multi-highlighted red hair. Sam rolled her eyes as she heard her cousin slam the drawer door shut and cussed loudly.
“You have lost it. It’s only lipstick…you never use it anyways.” Samantha shook her head finishing her hair. Then she stepped back and took a look in the mirror to see how her outfit had played out. She had on a slinky v-neck dolce & cabana little black dress. She spent half her rent on it…but it was worth it. It hugged her creamy white skin just until past her hips and there it flared out into several layers, showing off her long legs and black stiletto boots. Putting her hands on her hips Samantha declared ‘nice’ and leaned forward to fix her make-up. She then went to help her crazy cousin find her lipstick.

When Samantha went into the bedroom she saw Megan laying on the floor half her body under the bed. Samantha stood over her cousins small frame.
“I don’t think it’s under there.” Samantha said laughing sitting on the edge of the bed.
“I’ve looked everywhere else!” Megan yelled, her voice muffled from being under the bed. Samantha sighed and looked around the room. Seeing it in complete disarray, she really had looked everywhere. Then Samantha noticed Megan’s purse on the nightstand. With the bright red lipstick sticking out of the top.
“Found it!” Sam said as she grabbed it out of the purse. Megan scooted out from underneath the bed and flipped her long dark red hair, with a black under layer out of her face.
“Where?” She said frantically. Megan didn’t really take stress that well.
“Oh…on the bed.” Sam said handing her cousin the tube. Megan stood up and straightened her red tube top dress that flowed out over her straight line jeans. Then she stepped into her red three-inch heels. Megan sat on the bed next to her cousin and put on her lipstick with a little mirror. She adjusted her black eye liner that highlighted her soft grey eyes. Samantha stood up and looked at herself one last time in the bedroom mirror, she turned her honey brown eyes with a black ring around them and looked at her cousin questioningly.
“Ready?”
“Got your I.D.?”
“Check.”
“Tickets?”
“Check.”
“Cash?”
“Check.”
“The drugs?”
“Check.” They say together as they lock the front door and make their way to Sam’s black, tinted window Volkswagen Jetta.

“So I’ve never done this before.” Sam said leaning over to get her purse where Megan was sitting.
“Me either. All I know is that we put it in a line and then sniff it.” Megan said as she watched Sam pull out a small bag with what looked like baking powder.
“I heard you have to do like four lines your first time.” Sam said as she grabbed a razor from the bag and began dividing the substance into lines on her side compartment. Megan sat back against the window and folded her arms against her chest.
“You first.”
“Chicken.” Sam said as she leaned down and snorted the first two lines. Coming up Sam rubbed her nose, her eyes slightly watering.
“Oooh…thank you Garrett.” Sam sat back still rubbing her nose. Megan leaned down and took the next two lines.
“Kelly Clarkson.” Megan said as she sat back. Sam laughed and bent down to get her last two lines. When she was done, Megan got her last two. When Megan sat back the cousins looked at each other.
“I don’t feel anything.” Megan said disappointed.
“I don’t feel anything either. Should we smoke?”
“Yeah let’s do the real drug now.” Megan said pulling out her pipe from Sam’s backseat and loaded a bowl. Sam cracked the windows cause neither of them liked to hot box it. It was suffocating. After ten minutes and two bowls, both girls were feeling pretty stoned. They made their way to the front door when Sam stopped Megan in her tracks.
“Whoa.” She said quietly. Megan looked at her than looked around.
“I don’t remember leaving the car.” She said. “Do we have our purses?” They looked down and sure enough they had their purses. “Do you have the keys?” Megan asked.
“Sure do!” Sam said smiling like an idiot. Megan suddenly jumped forward and hugged her cousin as hard as she could. Sam was feeling a little loss of air when Megan let go.
“Fall out Boy!” Megan shouted excitedly. Samantha puts her arm around Megan’s shoulder.
“Let’s do this!”

“Man this sucks! I want to go backstage!”
“I’m sorry Ma’am, but we are not equipped with backstage passes.”
“Shit.”
“I have an idea. Give me the baggy.”
“Which one?”
“The white one.”
“Oh! Okay.” Samantha said grabbing the bag of cocaine out and handing it to Megan. Megan then took off in the crowd and Sam quickly followed. Sam was receiving many glares. She looked preppy and completely out of place. Megan on the other hand had people moving out of her way in fear of getting stabbed.
When they reached the side entrance of the stage they were suddenly stopped by a burly looking man named Steve. Steve was bald and had bright red t-shirt that said ‘Staff’. Steve was not moving. Megan and Samantha both smiled sweetly at Steve.
“Can we go back stage?” They asked nicely at the same time.
“No.” He said looking down at them. Megan put her hand behind her back, and Sam poured the cocaine into the palm of her hand. They did this with smiles still on their faces. Megan stepped up to Steve and he put up his hand to block her.
“What can we do to change your mind?” Sam said behind her.
“Oh I know. How ‘bout faith, trust and a little pixie dust.” Megan said and she blew the cocaine in Steve’s face. Steve’s eyes widened and he stumbled back, leaving enough room for Sam and Megan to slip through the door. They made their way to the back private room, where people were waiting for the members of Fall out Boy to show up after the concert. There were several couches around and Sam just plopped herself down in a random conversation. Megan looked around the room and then sighed as she saw the most beautiful black guitar with white strips that she had ever seen. She skipped over and pet it.
“I shall call you my Pretty.” She said and began playing it. Sam about spat out her drink that some random person had handed her.
“Megan put that down! It’s not yours!” She shouted across the room, smiling politely at the people around her who were looking really confused. Megan clutched the guitar as if her baby was about to be taken away from her. Who were these girls? And why was one of them touching the equipment? The guy just to the left of Sam suddenly got up and walked over to Megan. Megan was too busy playing ‘Chop Suey’ by System of the down. She was so into it that she didn’t notice the guy sneak up behind her.
“You’re pretty good.” He said.
“Yeah and I’m pretty hot too. I’m a double threat.” Megan laughed not even turning around. The guy laughed and walked around her to stand in front of her.
“That’s my equipment your touching.” He said in a low voice.
“Should I ask for permission?” Megan said looking up at the guy. She stopped playing and began to stutter.
“Your…you’re…you’re…”
“Ryan Ross Megan! He’s fucking Ryan Ross!” Sam yelled across the room.
“Yeah I’m gonna be fucking Ryan Ross!” Megan yelled back. “Hi Ryan.” She said sweetly. Sam laughed at her crazy cousin from across the room.
“Isn’t she crazy?” She asked the girl next to her.
“Why are you talking to me?” The girl asked back. Samantha looked the girl up and down.
“I don’t know. Megan why am I here?” She yelled once again. Megan broke her flirtation with Ryan to yell across the room.
“Fall Out Boy. Remember? No offense Ryan, but we’re here for Fall Out Boy.”
“Hey! Wasn’t their show tonight?” Sam yelled in reply. Megan shook her head and looked at Ryan.
“Oh my god.” She said laughing at her cousin. They were both pretty fucked up.
Soon there was loud cheering from in front of the stage, Fall Out Boy had just finished their last song. Then not even ninety seconds later Joe, Pete, Patrick and Andrew walked through the curtain and into the room, and Sam stopped breathing. Sam jumped up from her seat and ran over to Megan and Ryan.
“Megan! Megan! Megan! They’re here! They’re here! Fall Out Boy!” She said in an excited whisper. Megan grabbed Sam by the arms.
“Yes I know.” Megan said calmly. She then looked behind Sam and saw the members standing there.
“I love you Patrick!” She screamed and then turned back to Ryan. “Introduce us! I know you know them!” Megan added in a devil voice.
“Oh so you’re just using me?” Ryan asked playfully.
“Don’t act like you don’t like it.”
“True.” Ryan nodded and he guided Sam and Megan over to where the guys were. The boys were all surrounded by fans, who were all being escorted out by Sam and Megan’s new best friend, Steve. The girl who was rude to Sam earlier was desperately trying to hump Pete’s leg, while he tried to shake her off. When Ryan arrived at the group, Brendon had caught up with him.
“Dude, Ryan, where the fuck have you been?” Brendon asked pulling Ryan slightly back by the shoulder. Ryan shrugged him off.
“Miss me bitch? Come on, I’m gonna introduce these girls to the ‘boys’ then, maybe we’re gonna party some more.”
“Ah hell yeah.” Megan chimed in and packed up her pipe.
“Uh…Joe, Pete, Andrew, Patrick…this is…uh…this is…” Ryan began. He couldn’t remember their names.
“I’m Megan.” Megan said, trying to load her pipe. Sam stepped forward.
“I’m Samantha! I love you guys, you fucking rock!” She said in an excited high pitched voice. Megan could barely contain her laugh at how Sam could sound like such a blonde sometimes. They guys all laughed and said their thanks. Pete stepped forward.
“I’m Pete.” But even before he could say anything else, Sam grabbed him by the collar of his sweaty shirt and pulled him down to kiss him… hard. Megan looked away as her cousin practically tongued Pete’s tonsils, and it’s not like he wasn’t kissing her back. Pete reached down and cupped her ass through her slinky dress. All the boys whistled, and all the girls cussed that they couldn’t do that.

Samantha was actually the first to pull back for air. Her lip gloss now smeared onto Pete’s lips. Sam just smiled and reached up to wipe it off. Pete laughed and stepped back, blushing slightly. He had never really lost control, but Sam was hot.
“That was better than I expected. We should do that again sometime.” Sam stood next to Megan, as she lit up her pipe. She took a long hit and handed it to Sam, who took a long hit as well.
“Maybe later.” Pete answered stepping back and looking down to make sure that he wasn’t showing. Patrick was laughing his ass off because Pete was the player of the group, and normally didn’t like girls making the first move.
Sam handed the pipe to Patrick and Spencer came into the room carrying tequila and several shot glasses. Spencer always knew where the party was. Megan felt a warm arm over her bare freckled shoulders that caused her to look up at Brendon. Then she felt a hand wrap around her waste and looked to her left to see Ryan. Megan smiled and looked at her cousin.
“Double your pleasure, double your fun…” She began.
“Nothing’s better than double mint gum.” Sam finished and laughed at the confused faces of Ryan and Brendon. Spencer was now handing out shots of tequila which was the common ritual after every show. Joe, Jon and Andrew all raised their glasses and everyone followed their lead, and all the guys say together.
“O’Doyle Rules!” They all shout. After they’ve downed their shots, Megan and Sam look at each other and raise their shot glasses together.
“Pop the Top and swallow the Rock!” They say and down their shots. That was the last thing the cousins remembered.

The slightly muscular boys and the petite red head all wrestled naked on a large hotel bed. All the covers where now kicked on the ground along with everybody’s cloths. The taller one of the boys laid down on his back on the bouncing bed, then the petite red head with large breast straddled his waste slowly squatted her lubed up ass on his thick erect cock, she balanced while she was still on her feet. Grunting as she stretched, the small girls’ wet pussy was now facing the other boy who was licking his fellow band mates balls at the time. She reached down between their legs and pulled his hair. The poor boy was forced to follow and she roughly pulled his head to hers they kissed passionately. At the same time the boy beneath her was slowly thrusting into her ass. The boy on top of her scooted closer and placed his knees under both of their legs. This put him in the perfect position to thrust into her wet throbbing tight pussy. As he slowly began to pick up the pace the girl leaned back on her hands causing her hips to tilt more. Making her tighter in both places. Both of the boys groaned at the same time. As the three fucked the room became hotter, sweat soon began dripping of their bodies. The girl was the first to come. Her sweet cries and moans could be heard in the surrounding rooms. The boys soon followed, how could they not when her ass and pussy both massaged them to orgasm.

Not being able to move a body part tends to wake someone up in the morning. Not being able to move her hands woke Megan up. First thing she saw was a generic painting of a girl with a blue milk pail.
“This isn’t my room.” She said out loud. Looking up she tried to figure out why she couldn’t move her hands and discovered her hand were handcuffed to the bed.
“Those aren’t my handcuffs.”
“Yeah, they’re mine.” She heard a sleepy voice from behind her. Megan screamed and tried to jump up but, considering the hand cuffs still connected to her wrists, it was impossible. Ryan slowly wrapped himself around her, and nuzzled her plentiful breasts. Megan tried, but failed, on trying to remember how the fuck she got here. Then she heard someone talking on the phone. She looked over and saw Brendon, naked, sitting on the edge of the bed, with just a towel wrapped around his waist. Megan’s eyes widened as she looked down at Ryan who was now sucking on her nipple.
“Why does my ass hurt?” She shouted. Both boys started laughing as Brendon hung up the phone. Brendon came over to hug Megan from the other side, his towel coming unknotted.
“We used enough lube, but it was obvious you had never done that before.” Ryan said.
“Of course it was obvious!” Megan shouted down at Ryan who was still playing with her breasts. “Could you stop for a second?” Brendon began to kiss her neck and fondle her between her legs. That’s when Megan realized she was very sore.
“Why am I handcuffed to the bed?” The boys chuckled.
“It was the only way we could get any sleep. You kept waking us up.” Brendon said unlocking the handcuffs. Megan rubbed her wrists and sat up, looking down at the two naked boys. Brendon’s hair was messy, and wet from his recent shower, and Ryan still had eyeliner on from the night before. Both boys looked extremely comfortable sleeping in the same bed, naked, together. Megan found this interesting.
“You guys do this a lot?” Megan asked as she searched the floor for her clothing. Both boys sighed.
“Actually, this is the first time we had a girl join us.” Ryan said sitting up in the bed. Megan whipped her head around and stared in shock at the two guys.
“You guys are gay?” She asked sounding a little sad that this might not happen again. Brendon got out of the bed and hugged her, still naked.
“No, we’re bi.” He said kissing her cheek and handing her, her bra. Megan sighed in relief. After getting her bra and tube dress on, Megan looked around on the floor and realized her cousin wasn’t there.
“Oh shit! Where’s Sam? Oh my god, oh my god. She could be dead! I can’t believe I left her! Oh my god, oh my god. Give me your fucking cell phone!” Megan shouted at Brendon. Brendon dove across the bed and grabbed his phone that was on the floor and threw it to Megan.
“Nice pass.” Ryan said getting up and walking into the bathroom to take a shower. Megan frantically dialed Sam’s cell number, praying to god she would answer.
“Hello?” She heard her cousin’s tired voice.
“Sam! Oh my god you’re alive!”
“Not for long if you keep yelling in my ear like that.”
“Where are you?” Megan asked. Sam was silent for a minute. Megan guessed she was looking around at her surroundings.
“I dunno, in a bed.” Sam replied.
“With who?” Megan asked as she sat down on the bed with Brendon. She looked down to see Brendon’s junk hanging out. “Brendon put on some pants for Christ sakes. How’s a girl supposed to think when your waving that thing around.”
“That’s the point.” Brendon said as he slipped his boxers on.
“Uhm…I dunno.” Megan heard Sam say again. Megan could almost picture Sam rolling over in bed to see if anyone else was with her. Suddenly she heard Sam scream, she found someone. Then she heard Sam scramble to pick up the phone she had dropped.
“Megan! Megan I think I had…sex…with Pete Wentz.” Sam whispered frantically into the phone.
“Oh my god! You too?” Megan said sitting forward on the bed excitedly.
“What?”
“No, no. I had sex with Ryan Ross and Brendon Urie.” Megan whispered back into the phone, as if they didn’t know what she was talking about.
“At the same time?” Sam asked looking on the floor for her dress.
“Yeah.” Megan said, a little unsure on how her catholic cousin was going to take this.
“Wicked.” Sam smirked into the phone.

Samantha frantically searched the room for her black dress, she didn’t have to worry about her underwear because she had not worn any last night. Pete snored peacefully in the bed and then mumbled something about smurfs and rolled over. That’s when she saw her dress laying underneath him.
“Shit.” She whispered as she crept over to Pete’s sleeping body. She tried to pull her dress out from under him, but to no avail. She cursed silently in her head, for she knew there was only one way to get her dress back. She climbed on to the bed and sat beside Pete.
“One, two, three.” She said quietly and on three she pushed Pete off the bed and onto the floor. She quickly grabbed her dress and slipped it on and crawled off the bed. She looked down at Pete, whose eyes were wide in surprise. Then he slowly smiled up at her.
“Must have fell out of bed again.” Sam looked around the room and then back down at his naked form.
“Yeah.” If he believed that, she was gonna let him believe that. Sam turned around and sat in the chair and began to pull on her stiletto boots, which required a lot of pulling. She smiled at Pete’s messy hair, and smudged eyeliner as he sat on the edge of the bed, with the blanket wrapped around his waist. Sam then called Megan.
“Hey, what hotel are you in?”
“Uhm…Ryan, what hotel am I in?” She heard Megan ask. “The Hyatt. Which one are you in?”
“I don’t know, hold on. Pete, what hotel are we in?”
“The Hyatt. If you’re talking to Megan, they’re in the room next door, and that’s her purse over there.” He said pointing to the table next to Sam. “We all came back here and partied. She shaved my left leg, cause I lost a bet last night.” Sam nodded.
“Very good. You shaved Pete’s leg?” Sam asked Megan.
“I did? I did!” Megan began laughing. “Bitch didn’t know his movies.” Sam laughed and walked over to the door connecting the two rooms. She opened and walked in and hung up her phone. She looked up and saw Ryan walking around naked.
“Oh god! Ryan…clothes!” She said covering her eyes. Ryan laughed and slipped on his pants. Sam smiled at Megan and ran over and jumped on the bed next to her.
“So I totally think we’re groupies now!” She said excitedly causing Megan to spit out her orange juice and laugh.
“Yeah let’s get a tattoo. Your’s can say ‘Fall out Bitch’ and mine can say ‘Panic! In the pussy.’” Megan said sounding half serious.
“Please don’t.” Pete, Ryan, and Brendon said at the same time. Sam and Megan smiled evilly. Sam walked over to Pete and placed her hands on his shoulders.
“No, I think you guys should our names tattooed.” Pete snorted.
“Lady I just met you.”
“Give me time.” Sam said with a wink, and sauntered back over to the bed. Megan noticed that Pete was checking out Sam’s ass.
“Baby got back, right Pete?” She said. Pete just nodded and looked away. “So I’m hungry, let’s go eat!” Megan said standing up.

Soon the whole gang was piled into a white limousine, heading towards the mall. Sam and Megan had to change; the boys already had their clothes. As the girls ran inside to find some clothes, the boys stayed out in the limo to avoid any fans. When they came running back to limo, Sam was now wearing long, torn, faded jeans and Kansas University t-shirt, with white and blue Adidas shoes. Megan came out wearing black and white plaid boy shorts, with a skull on the right butt pocket, and layered tanks, one black and one pink. Her shoes where now pink Diesels. Sam crawled into the back with everyone, as Megan made her way to the front seat, and sat with the driver. Everyone looked through the window that separated the front of the limousine from the back. Megan looked back at everyone.
“What? I like sitting in the front.” Sam reached forward and pulled Megan through the window and into the back.
“You didn’t call shotgun, dummy.” She said once Megan seated herself beside Patrick. Pete took a look at Sam’s laid back attire and gave her a questioning look.
“Where’s my…where’s my dirty slut?” He asked almost whining. Sam smiled and snuggled up closer to him.
“Only on the weekends, sweetie.” She said kissing his cheek. Megan put her arm around Patrick’s shoulder and snuggled into him. Ryan and Brendon gave her a look.
“I still love you guys, but this is Patrick.” She said as she petted his arm. Patrick looked at her and raised an eyebrow.
“What am I? A pillow?” He asked. Megan smiled up at him.
“Well…I like to hump my pillows sometimes.” Patrick’s eyes widened in fear.
“Oh dear god.” He whispered. Ryan and Brendon crossed their arms at the same time and glared. Sam and Megan looked at them, then at each other and started laughing.

Its four thirty on a Monday afternoon and Sam and Megan only have one thing on their minds.
“TEXAS ROAD HOUSE!” They shout together when the group was discussing where they wanted to eat.
“No!” All the guys screamed in sync. Too late, Megan already slipped the driver a fifty dollar bill, so they were going to Texas Road House.
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