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The Wonders of Fate	By : mysticalcat Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Panic! At The Disco Views: 1480 -:- 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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A/N: Okay little lovelies. The lovely Rebecca from the storyline has again helped me with plotting the takeover of the world through our writings :P Here goes. An interesting twist. Warning: if you don’t like slash- sorry, we’re the writers here lol. Perhaps another story…

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Time had slowly started to mend wounds. Although there are some raw feelings within that Cat would never forget, life goes on. With the support of her friends and loved ones, she pulled through. Besides, Reby had been right, there was a wedding to plan. How lucky Cat had been, having such a devoted best friend, and Maid of Honor to boot. Once the heavy blanket of depression had passed, this young bride had found herself diving headfirst into the bustle of wedding preparations.

“Mum! How many of your socialite friends do you think will actually bother flying to Chicago anyways? Honestly, I’m not quite certain that so many invitations ought to be handed out. The catering company is already on work overload for the wedding…” Cat sighed, collapsing on the couch with the third phone call from her mother. “Right Mum, that’s their job, and that’s what we’re paying them for, but do we really have to cause them go into such work overload? It’s not right to do that to people. ..Yes Mother, flowers orders confirmed, I can’t believe you hired a florist all the way from London, honestly, there are good florists in Chicago as well…”

Just as Cat had been rapidly chatting with her mother, Ryan had been rushing out, Jon and Pete right behind him. He brushed his lips against Cat’s as he was rushing by. “Business calls, I might be out late, deals with album paperwork. How about we call it a day off from wedding planning? Take a break from it, will you?” Cat covered the telephone receiver with her hand as she returned the quick kiss. “Thank You,” she mouthed, as he headed out the door. Right, Mother… “Oh Mum, sorry, Ryan was rushing out. Yes, yes, he’s off to deal with other wedding preparations.” She stifled a giggle at that bullshit excuse. After roughly twenty minutes of nagging mother of the bride, Cat could finally sit down without having to talk on the phone for a good while. Maybe she could just catch Becca to just bum around for a movie night or something. Though, just as she was contemplating, the phone rang.

“Hullo?”

“Ello Poppet,” a voice spoke in a falsetto British accent. “Brendon! Really, is that accent necessary?” Laughter ensued on the other end of the telephone. “It is when you get your panties in a bunch. But anyways, I called to see what you were up to? I was hoping maybe I could catch a moment alone?”

Cat rolled her eyes to the ceiling, but a smirk tugged at the corners of her mouth. “Really Brendon, a drunken orgy with me, you don’t say.” Brendon’s tone dulled some. “Funny, thought I was being serious.” Catrianna bit her lip. That tone of his voice had told her that he really did need to talk about something. “Pick me up in an hour?” There was clearly relief on Brendon’s end. “Great, I’ll see you then.” Cat shook her head as she hung up the phone again. “Such an odd fellow, that Mr. Urie,” she admonished with a bit of a laugh. They did have a unique friendship after all. She rather preferred him as a brother she never had.

Meanwhile…

Brendon hung up his cell, staring at it for a long moment as he pushed his black-framed glasses to the bridge of his nose. Truth be told, he hadn’t bothered to stick in his contacts quite yet, maybe today would be another lazy day. He ran his hand along his cheek. Meh, shaving was overrated, what was some scruff every now and then? Apparently fangirls enjoyed the scruff, more popularity points, big deal. Just what had gotten into Brendon lately? He sighed, getting up, staring at his attire of a white T with flannel PJ bottoms. Wow, he hadn’t really changed either. He might as well throw something on, given that he was due to pick up Cat soon enough. Cat!

Hardly noticing that Spence had been there watching in amusement, he darted across the room, muttering under his breath incoherently. Then again, it so seemed as if Spencer had been making his own plans, probably with Rebecca. The two were pretty close friends after all. He stepped into his room and then grabbed a pair of jeans, slipping them on before he turned to examine his reflection on the full-length mirror. “Spence! Do these pants make my ass look too huge?” Spencer, who had been drinking some juice, seemed to have a choking reaction. “Damn Bren! What kind of a question is that?” The vocalist sighed and then went back to his room. Whatever… he reached for a random shirt, and had wound up grabbing a button-down plaid shirt. Heeey not bad with the scruffy not-shaven look. Well either way, he looked ready enough. He looked at the clock and then hit his knee as he hurried out the door. “Oh fuck…Meeting Cat, bye,” he quickly said in one breath as he ran, well ran/limped out the door. Fortunately that twinge of pain passed, and he was able to regain full use of his leg as he got into the car.

Cat had been munching on a brownie when there was a knock on the door. Oh, right, Brendon. She opened the door, and then shook her head, stepping aside to let him in. “Blimey Bren, you look like Hell!” Brendon shook his head as he walked past her to grab a brownie. “Hash brownies?” he asked randomly, referring to an old joke. Cat shook her head. “Give it a rest Brendon, Becca and I don’t make hash brownies, we lace them with poison.” Brendon shrugged, popping the rest of the brownie in his mouth. “A little poison never hurt anyone,” he muttered. Cat stopped in her tracks, and looked up, jaw dropped in shock. “Brendon!” she gasped, at a complete loss at what to say. Then again… He did say he wanted to talk. Still trying to find capability of speech, she could only point at the table, signalling at him to sit.

Brendon shrugged indifferently, though obliged as he sat in a chair, facing his friend. “Well?” he asked impatiently, to which Catrianna narrowed her eyes. “That’s my line. BRENDON BOYD URIE! WHAT IN GOD’S NAME HAS GOTTEN INTO YOU!” Wow, Brits were fierce when irate. Brendon should have known that one. A hand absently rubbed the faint scar of where a bottle had knocked him unconscious ages upon ages ago. Brendon took off his glasses, toying with them. Clearly, he hadn’t been happy and energetic life-loving Brendon. “Cat…” he began, hesitating.

Cat’s gaze softened as she sat across from him, her demeanor much more gentle than before. “Brendon, talk to me… What’s wrong?” Brendon gave her a wary stare as brown eyes met blue eyes. Blue eyes… something about blue eyes… “I…Oh God…” He suddenly bolted up into the standing position and raced to the kitchen sink, actually afraid that he’d be sick. He never was this much of a wreck, not in the slightest. Though, he hadn’t gotten sick. For the longest time, he kept staring down into the sink. Cat walked behind him, and placed a hand on his shoulder. “Brendon, talk to me…” He turned around, and then stared at his friend, god why did she have to have blue eyes? “Cat…I think I’m…Gay…”

Completely red in the face, he only looked when he heard a squeak, then a giggle. “What’s so funny,” he asked suddenly. Cat, herself was red in the face, only in laughter. “God Brendon, it took you long enough. I thought you were Gay when I first started listening to your music ages upon ages ago. You’ve always been so…flamboyant.”

“Hey! I’m not flamboyant!”

“Riight, and I’m related to Hugh Hefner.”

“Are you?”

“You have got to be bloody kidding me!”

Awkward silence ensued.

“You win.”

Cat laughed as she pat Brendon on the head. “Good boy, you’re quick to learn.”

Brendon rolled his eyes, changing the subject. “You’re not asking me who has been making me act the way I’ve been acting. Not as observant as you think, are you?” Cat scowled. “Alright Mr. High and Mighty, who is he? “ Brendon leaned into her ear and whispered. “Save the drum, bang a drummer.” Cat’s hands flew to her mouth. “No…You don’t say?”

Brendon shook his head as he reached for his keys. “Cat, um I’m suddenly in the mood to go out somewhere, anywhere. You up to it?” Cat shrugged. “Not like there’s anything better to do… Shall we then?” The two then exited, driving around for a bit until they wound up in front of a karaoke bar. Brendon’s eyes widened, as Cat had a suggestive look on her face.

“Brendon?”

“No”

“Pleaaaaaaaase?”

“Fine…”

Cat’s eyes lit up as she was victorious again. Little did they know, this had been going on…

(credit given to Row_Reiley of Family Traditions)

After several drinks, both Spencer and Becca were feeling the effects and were feeling pretty good with themselves, Becca even being convinced to go up and do a song herself, with the promise of Spencer singing next of course.

Just as Becca was sitting down, she squealed as she noticed another pair walking into the bar. She rushed over and grabbed Cat into a tight hug and doing the same to Brendon, leaving a kiss on his cheek. She pulled them over to the table where she was sitting with Spencer. She giggled as Spencer took the mic from the girl who had just sang (rather horridly) a Britney Spears song, that made Becca want to gag.

“This song is for someone who rocks my world in every way! Hit it!”

Becca giggled at Spencer’s drunken introduction. Although when the song itself started, she almost fell out of her chair laughing.

“I like big butts and I can not lie
You other brothers can't deny
That when a girl walks in with an itty bitty waist
And a round thing in your face
You get sprung.”

Becca continued to giggle through the entire rendition, Spencer even having gone far enough to get the crowd who were still conscious to join in with him. It was entertaining to say the least. Although at the end of the song, Spencer was walking back down to the table when he froze for a moment.
Though, his shock hadn’t been much more a magnitude than Brendon’s.

Just as he and Cat had been walking in, they had managed to catch the full show. Brendon looked as if he were about to faint. He calmly removed his glasses, wiping them off with his shirt. “Wow, Spence, that’s some song.” Cat elbowed Brendon in the ribs. What in the hell was that supposed to be, a compliment? It sounded more a mock to Cat. She stepped towards Spencer. “Spence…”

Apparently Brendon’s response seemed to shake Spencer out of his stupor, because he stuttered something about having to go grab some air or such before rushing out of the door. Becca turned to Brendon, with a bit of a grin. So that was the answer to the questions from earlier. But as Brendon just stood there with a blank look on his face, both Cat and Becca seemed to have the same idea, as they both yelled at him at the same time.

“Well?! Go after him!”

Cat stared at Becca for a moment. Wait! How did she know about Brendon? Then it hit her. Spencer and Becca must have had a bit of talk themselves. Oh Bloody Hell, this was quite the twist indeed. It seemed as if feelings between the two boys had been mutual all along. Wasn’t this the strangest coincidence? What were the odds?
Cat had little time to go on about it, as she soon realized that her ride had escaped.

“I don’t believe this…”

She poked her head out of the door, Brendon’s car was gone.

“That son of a bitch.”

Becca turned towards Cat with a bit of a confused look on her face.

“What?”

“Brendon drove. So I’m stranded. Unless you can tell me you drove and still have the keys?”

“Yep. I’m not letting that oaf drive my car.”

The two girls shared a quick laugh before Becca motioned towards the door. Maybe they should both go out searching for the boys, as there was no telling what could happen to either of them tonight.

“Come on, let’s go make sure those two don’t end up dead on the side of a street or such. Especially with Spence walking. And while we’re at it, you can tell me about the other half of our little love story.”
Cat shook her head as she looped her arm into her friend’s. “Well… it all begins with the line…’Save a Drum, bang the drummer’….”

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A/N: hahaha take a look at that!
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