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Slow Motion	By : clandestinecassie Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Panic! At The Disco Views: 2102 -:- 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.

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brendon got back into his maroon car. it was raining harder now, as though the weather was feeling the same sense of release that he was feeling. he started up his car and spared a glance at the brick house he had just left. his soft brown eyes trailed to the window at the top floor of the house. the window that faced the street, that was pete and patrick's room. that was their window.
brendon sighed and he ran a hand through his hair. he was wet from the rain that was pouring down around him and he was slick with sweat from his activities with pete. brendon laughed a bit, he had just taken a shower before he came over but now he was a mess. somehow brendon didn't care that he was now sweaty or that his hair was a mess because he smelled like pete and that always put him at ease.
brendon couldn't deny that he was jealous. he wished that he and pete didn't have to hide in a bathroom, that's why he liked when pete would come over to his place. it was there that he could pretend just for a little while that pete lived there with him and that they had the kind of relationship that he and patrick had. he liked the feeling of pressing pete down into the saggy mattress, or the feeling of being laid on top of while pete would hold on to the headboard of brendon's bed as they fucked.
patrick really didn't know how lucky he was. brendon saw the garage door open and almost as if he had known that brendon was thinking of him patrick walked out of the door and down into the driveway. silver keys dangled from his hand and he seemed to notice brendon, his face held a look of surprise.
patrick raised a hand in a small wave and gave a slight nod to brendon. brendon tried his best not to look like he was insanely jealous of patrick and instead gave him a small wave back. brendon drove off as patrick climbed into his car.
patrick followed brendon for a good block and a half. brendon felt like patrick's eyes were boring into his back and maybe he could see the small square baggie of cocaine in his pocket. brendon swore as he just remembered that he was carrying the baggie on him. he made it a rule that he never carried drugs on him when he drove for fear of being caught. pete had distracted him and he was now nervous.
brendon thought about maybe pulling over in a parking lot somewhere and snorting the rest of the coke. he gripped the steering wheel a little tighter, his knuckles turning a pale white. brendon decided not to pull over anywhere and do the drugs. he would go home and use it then, or hide it along with his other drugs.
patrick turned and brendon figured that he was going to work. patrick worked at the local bookstore on the busy side of town. brendon thought that the job suited patrick pretty well.
brendon pulled back onto freemont street and rattled his car down the dreary road. the sky was overcast and gray and the rain had stopped but it still looked like it could pour down again at any second. brendon's brown eyes scanned spencer's house as his car rumbled past. he could see that the door to their house was now open and jon's white pick up truck was missing from the driveway.
brendon found himself releaved that jon was gone and part of him felt the urge to go and check in on spencer. if brendon could cook he'd take a cake or cookies or something over to spencer. that's what his mother used to do when she wanted the latest neighborhood gossip.
he ignored the urge to check on spencer and instead pulled into his driveway. his own home looked dark and dreary and brendon wondered what ryan was up to inside.
when brendon entered the house he found that things were not as he had left it. the refrigerator door was pulled open and various food items were spread around the table and counter. clothes were pulled out into the living room and the television was on and turned up to a loud volume. ryan's bedroom door was open and so was brendon's.
if brendon wasn't used to ryan's antics then he might have been worried that his house had been robbed. he thought that ryan was very much like a puppy, if he was left alone too long then the house would pay the price. brendon stepped over shirts and pants and shoes that dusted the floor and he headed towards ryan's room.
he peered his head inside and found that the room was empty. brendon had tried his best to leave ryan's room exactly as it had been before ryan's accident. the walls were a deep dark black with deep red curtains hung up around the window. the medium sized bed's headboard was pressed against the wall and the end of the bed held a bit of space between the dresser and a small tv sat on top of the dresser.
where before the room was littered with books and notebooks and other miscellainous things that belonged to ryan. those things were now replaced. now ryan's mistmatched clothes littered the wooden floors and toys that belonged to little kids were placed in various places. the tv was on in here too and cartoons flashed brightly across the screen.
brendon left ryan's room and padded across to his own room. he pulled open his solid door and stepped inside. the room was dark but there was enough light to see a figure huddled in brendon's bed. brendon didn't need to check to see who it was, he already knew it was ryan.
ryan appeared to be sleeping so brendon left him there and slid instead into the bathroom. brendon sat down on the edge of the puke green tub and lifted the baggie of coke out of his pocket. he repeated the acts from earlier and poured the coke out onto the back of his hand before he dipped his head, his black hair falling into his eyes as he snorted the drugs into his system.
brendon felt like maybe he didn't need to do the coke, there wasn't a driving need for it anymore. he already had a buzz going but he did the rest of the coke anyway, maybe so he wouldn't have it anymore maybe so there was always a reason to get more.
brendon could remember back when he first did cocaine. he was so hyper he thought he was going to die from the feeling of the intense rush of pleasure. but after years of doing it he had lost that one time excitment and now when he did coke he felt nothing but calmer, more normal. he knew it wasn't good if he needed drugs to feel normal.
he spent the next fifteen minutes cleaning up the messes that ryan had made around the house. the drugs giving him enough incentive to fix up the house. when the house was clean enough brendon headed back to his room, back to where ryan was sleeping in his bed.
he moved to the opposite side of the bed and pulled back the thick black comforter that ryan was safely snuggled under. brendon slid under the blanket and laid back on the bed. his body wasn't exactly tired but his mind felt heavy and weary and closing his eyes felt too good to resist. he rolled over on his side facing the wall and after a few moments he felt a warm arm wrap around him and a thin chest pull close to his back.
as brendon laid in bed and listened to the soft sounds of ryan's sleepy breathing, he found his thoughts drifting back to tan skin and big goofy smiles and dark black hair, he was thinking of pete.
brendon was trying hard to remember the first time he had met pete. not the time two years ago when brendon was eighteen and pete was the most gorgeous thing brendon had ever seen. no, brendon wanted to think back further and remember four years before that, the real first time that brendon met pete.
it was in the spring when brendon was fourteen. brendon was in the last finishing months of ninth grade but really he could care less about school. ryan was fifteen at the time and he recalled the one day back in may when he was over at ryan's house.
ryan was jonesing for some pot and he had called their drug dealer joe, who was a senior at the time. ryan had set up the deal as he sat on the couch next to brendon who was attempting in vain to do their math homework. brendon always found it interesting how wide and happy ryan smiled right before he was about to do something illegal.
he listened to his bestfriend talk to the older boy and when he hung up the phone ryan stood and grabbed brendon's wrist. "come on brendon, we're going to get some weed." ryan said sounding cheerful and bouncing up and down. brendon considered it lucky that neither of ryan's parents happened to be around much so the two of them could get away with things like this.
it was a warm saturday afternoon as they left ryan's house.
"where are we going ry?" brendon asked and ryan, who was still holding brendon's wrist turned with a smile.
"we're meeting joe up at the school." he told brendon. brendon balked at the idea of going to their high school on a saturday, even if it meant they could get drugs.
"why is joe at the school on a saturday?" brendon asked, he had seen joe and he certainly didn't seem like the type to be at school unless he had to be. ryan shrugged a little.
"i don't know. he's at a soccer game or something." ryan said, as the two teens continued down the street. ryan didn't live too far away from their high school so it only took them about ten minutes to arrive at the large brown stone building that was their high school.
the two boys passed by the front of the building and went around the right side, passed the parking lot where a good amount of cars were parked. they continued walking around to the back of the school where a giant slope of expansive green grass was spread out before them.
they headed down the hill with ryan practically running down to the large silver bleachers, brendon following along behind him. the three large silver bleachers were filled with a good amount of people who were out to see the soccer game that was being played.
a few feet in front of the bleachers was a long chain link fence. it streched around and enclosed the field where the game was being played. they spotted joe standing with his hands on the fence. ryan and brendon approached him
back then joe had the same dark hair but it wasn't in the fluffy afro like state it was in now. instead it was cut short and curly and made him look a hell of a lot younger then eighteen.
"hey, joe!" ryan said excitiedly as he reached the older boy and placed his hand on joe's shoulder. joe turned, his mouth turning into an easy smile.
"hey ross, hey urie." joe said as he reached out and patted each boy on the shoulder. joe had an affinity at the time for calling people by their last names, it was kinda like how he had an affinty now for calling brendon, brenny. "listen, the game is almost over so i'll give you the stuff after." he told them.
ryan nodded and moved to stand next to joe at the fence, his fingers slipping through the links. brendon came to stand next to ryan. he didn't really like soccer but there really wasn't much else he could do beside watch the game. brendon folded his arms and rested them on the fence as he watched the game.
he could see the players from their school, in their red and white uniforms as they raced down the field chasing the black and white ball. he didn't know who was winning but he watched anyway and hoped it was the home team. the people behind them on the bleachers were cheering loudly.
they were cheering for one player in paticular. a short blur of red, white, and black that was dashing down the field with the ball at his feet. brendon watched the player as he ran towards the goal and made an amazing shot that soared through the air and got passed the other team's goalie, scoring the home team a goal.
the player, was looking all kinds of proud. brendon watched him intently, he was smiling a huge goofy smile his white teeth showing bright. his dark hair was short and looked almost like a buzz cut, but longer. he had dark tanned skin and seemed to ooze charisma, brendon was enthralled by him.
the game ended a few minutes after that goal. the enchanting player had managed to score three more goals, successfully winning the game for brendon and ryan's high school team. the crowd behind brendon was cheering wildly for the boy and joe was yelling hoots into the air. ryan was clapping and brendon found himself clapping and grinning.
brendon watched as the two opposing teams gave each other high fives and congratulated each other on a good game. the home team took to patting the tanned player on his back as he made his way towards where joe, ryan, and brendon stood.
"hey, pete great game man." joe said as he high fived the player named pete. pete just grinned and wiped the sweat off his body with the fluffy white towel that rested over his shoulder.
"thanks joe." pete said. pete had diverted his atteniton to ryan and brendon, his deep brown eyes flickering over the two young boys. "who are they?" he asked, motioning his head in their direction.
"oh, that's ryan and brendon." joe said as he pointed out each boy.
"hey." pete said with a small wave as he took in each boy. brendon waved back and ryan nodded. brendon could tell that ryan wasn't interested in pete. he was more interested in getting the pot from joe, but brendon was interested in pete. not a romantic sort of interest because it would be a few years until brendon figured out that he liked guys but he thought that pete was just too damn cool. brendon hadn't realized it at the time but he had begun to look up to pete.
"joe, uh, can we get our stuff now?" ryan asked as he tapped joe on the shoulder and sent glances in pete's direction.
"oh, yeah right." joe said as he turned to face ryan. "follow me." he said as he motioned for brendon and ryan to follow.
"i'll catch up with you later joe." pete called and brendon watched as pete made his way to the exit of the field, where he could make out the figure of a girl, one who was probably waiting for pete.
joe threw pete a thumbs up sign before he led ryan and brendon up the slope of hill towards the left side of the school. where there was a space between the school and the indoor pool that was isolated enough to perform a drug deal.
joe handed off the pot and ryan handed him his entire weeks allowance. ryan grinned like an idiot as he pocketed the bag of weed. they then headed back around to the parking lot, brendon cursed the fact that the school was so large and everything was so far apart. when they reached the parking lot brendon saw that most of the cars had cleared out and pete was leaning against his green car apparently waiting for joe.
"you ready to go joe?" pete asked as he flicked the car keys around in his hand. joe nodded and pete pointed at ryan and brendon. "you two want a ride?" he asked and brendon was saying yes before ryan could say anything at all.
so pete drove them home and brendon listened to pete talk on the drive home. he talked about music and soccer and some things that brendon didn't really understand at the time. pete dropped them off and brendon knew that no matter what he wanted to hang around pete again.
brendon felt ryan snuggle deeper into his back and it served to pull him from his past. he sighed in the semi darkness of his room and he wondered if pete even remembered that first meeting. brendon really hoped that he did.
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